[Zwallow]

What a beauty *^*
possibly reserving <3

[Sheer]

Reserving because wow the love. c':

[ADVENDIR »]

reserve if I have time

[wind song]

1 day left, and a lottt of unfinished forms! ;0

If extensions are needed, just ask c:
But try to finish up if you can, it only needs be a few quality sentences <;

[kiues]

username; Zoom

cade's name; Taohao

gender; female

why water is significant to this cade; Taohao thinks she can relate to water, inside her mind, water is the only thing pure and worthy enough. She finds water to have a mind of its own, and often 'listens' to it. Her instincts are guided by water commonly. Whenever she finds herself in a difficult situation, she finds comfort in sitting by a river and listening to the soothing sound of the ongoing water, sometimes being guided by it's wise advice.

thanks for the chance!! ^q^ (i'll probably doodle something)

[wind song]

CLOSED FOR JUDGING 8 3
good luck!!

[Sheer]

Fff oh no I didn't get to finish editing in time~ ;; Well good luck to everyone! I hope he/she finds a lovely home! :')

[coziest]

good luck everyone. ; u;

[seijuu]

Awe, I'm sad to have missed out. Congrats to whoever wins this lovely gal

[wind song]

Ahh man, I really loved reading all the concepts here <3
One form undoubtedly stood out however, so congrtualtions to
mango sherbet! Ahh wow I just got lost in the story you wrote so beautifully,
what a terrifying but enchanting history, you really brought Sobek to life!
Well done dear <333

also that art is outstanding omg ;o

art by harlical

name; sobek (egyptian nile & crocodile god)
gender; male
age; unspecified, somewhere 15-19 in normal years
sexuality; bisexual
short personality; confrontational, courageous, battle-hungry, lonely, thoughtful

The water saved me.

I still remember my friend- he had another name, but we all called him Marcus. In our early days, we play-fought, as children do, and as we grew older, we roughhoused. Friendly competitions were no longer about how serious we could get without our mothers breaking it up, but about winning. And I was simply the best at winning- right after Marcus. We were best friends within our own world, but whenever we ventured into our minds, we could be warriors. We'd fight and make up stories about our powerful fictional selves in the light of day, and at night we'd come home limping and smelling of blood hastily washed away. It wasn't that we hated each other, it was that our fantasy was so strong it consumed us.

The circle of friends we shared knew about our imaginary-rivalry and were more than happy to cheer us on. Most of them were a little younger and a little weaker, so Marcus and I rarely fought them, but when it came to the battles between us, we were ruthless. It was a miracle neither of us got killed between my bloodlust and Marcus' brute strength.

As the sun rose, Marcus and I clawed at each other, writhing on our favorite clifftop. The families usually remained in the more sheltered caves and woods higher up in the mountains, while our battles took place in a more open area, hidden from their sight. A swamp spread below and eventually gave way to sparse human homes, though they never bothered us.

I shoved Marcus off of me and stood, panting and grinning in triumph, reaching forward to shove him to the ground. Marcus' closed eyes flashed bright as they opened and he grabbed me, knocking the wind out of me as he pushed me over.
The ground didn't catch me, and neither did Marcus, though the instant he realized what had happened he reached for me and too toppled off the edge of the cliff. We both fell, branches slashing us, toward the swamp below. It was over in a flash- for Marcus, anyway. He was dead before I could even look at him, neck broken by a branch or maybe a hard rock hidden in the water.

It enveloped me, welcoming me, and I wondered if maybe I was dead, too. But no, it had chosen me, and when I found the courage to open my eyes I found myself safely wedged between two rocks, prevented from sinking or hurting myself further. It was so seemingly impossible that I decided right then and there that the water had chosen to save me and not Marcus. How else would I have survived in such an implausible way?

There was only one option in my mind- the swamp was my home, and leaving it would be like giving up the protection of a guardian. My family would never bother to look for me- the cliff was too steep and extended for too far, and they would assume I had died just like Marcus, trapped in a web of my own blind stupidity.


art by me

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