username;; Aysan1
name;; Chernobyl {Shere-noble}
Black grass.
Img of Black grass deep in the sea and a creature lurking deep within, Cherenobyl was a city in Ukrain that was shut down after a Radioactive incident-
Img of Black grass deep in the sea and a creature lurking deep within, Cherenobyl was a city in Ukrain that was shut down after a Radioactive incident-
gender;; Male
halloween-related story;;
When the clock strikes twelve
On October 31'st
And the night is dark, the water's cool and all is in a silencing jitter of noises
Calamity will strike
The haunting Calimaco was a campfire story and the haunting Cherenobyl a story for Hallows Eve nights.
Abomination I may be but trust me I will never be shy of it. I never thought of him as much really, shame so, but another of my kind he was. An abomination, an alien and intruder, with the name of a monster.
He wasn't the first I would think of, but the only. I wanted to, as you do, rectructe him as my kind. A bretheren if you will. Both cursed to whear the name of a dredded creature. Of course, with no doubt, we were creatures. But it was so plainly gratified over it's own extent. "Ooooh", the parents would say with their arms waving in the air, "He will come for you, if you don't eat all your plankton and dust off the coral from the front of the houuuuuse. Ooooh...!" Oh... how terrifying. Then again the idea of 'chores' struck me as more horrible than the appearance of Calimaco or I. Though, that is the thought of a "creatrue". Some dabble too lightly with the word, honestly. We are not creatures so much as undersea travelers, and abominations still. Our appearances stunted by the fatal of the dark waters below.
He lives in his abyss of fortitude, as I like to call it. There no light other than ours shines. Any ordinary young Mako, or older one for that matter, would have gotten lost and never found their way out of the darkness if they went in. Of course we were not ordinary, no ordinary thing usually came with lures on their heads, illuminating the darkness in its grasp. Lures were helpful, in the ebony of the deep waters I could barely make out the blurry figures of rocks, everything was eaten up by the blackness of it all. And that was only when I was using my lure. Without them i'd be lost for all eternity, wandering the sea floor blindly. But I had a lure, a big orange lure that lead an orange pathway wherever my head turned. And my head had been turning to find him. Of course he was somewhere hiding in the crevices of the deep like the abomination that he was, just as I was doing. Normal us behavior. He had slinked back from some sort of falling debree and caught my attention, head lights and all.
Calimaco was beautiful, at least from what I could see of him. My eyesight is not keen or advanced beyond it's years... it's no where near its normal standards. All i've ever seen since I was a child was blurry shapes and figures and nothing more. That, I didn't know was odd in my childhood days, and yet from what I could see he was still beautiful. Though painfully, horribly shy. His shyness didn't just show up as stutters and fearful words but...
You get to know it, you bear it and get used to it. As were the instructions to the roles we play. He, in the first moment that we met, had slid away into the deep opening of an undersea cave and left me just staring at him, my lures light shaking with my movement, throwing flickers of orange around the allumni of the beneath. You could instantly realize he wasn't socially "ordinary", he was an outcast with no understanding to the natural order of things. He was soft, and shy and agrivatingly had a habit of slipping back, flinching and rolling his eyes to only gaze at the sea floor. It was exactly the same the next time I met him. Except the date was October 31'st, the night was dark, even at the depths of the sea that we called home. There was an eiry coldness drifting into the water, and though it was, what I presumed to be, eleven thirty, above the noises of the children were whisped away. They were muted, though if you listened well enough small quivers of voices and movements filled the waters sarounding me, so odd and quiet that it silenced the others around it.
That night it felt like the air of frost had bitten early, and that what everyone expected was to freeze if they stepped out for it was even colder than it had ever been before. A small rusing noise had whisped by within the water, echoing just for the joy of bouncing off the rocks and resonaiting in the bodies that each vibration hit. Soon the noises grew louder and the path I took quickened, whatever it was it wasn't pretty. I may have limited vision but that noise needs no vision to tell of its ugly appearance.
And "it", the ugly thing that had started, was a small little perdicament by the edge of Calimacos area. A child was parusing the spot like it had something to spare, calling out "mama, mama" and fiegning whimpers wile still bumping against the rocks and outer walls of the cave like a fish trapped within inky walls. Calimaco was inside for most of this, and for luck or some trick of fate he didn't come out until I approached the scene... though it may have been the livid orange of my own light that gave him the courage to come out. Though the courage of a tot was all I could say it was... also the courage of a lion. Shy, little Calimaco coming out of his 'abyss of fortitude', a miracle in itself.
That day I had made my way to them and looked at him then the child. As if either could tell me what was going on. I turned to him and smiled, an odd little smile I couldn't assure myself was right. Though it fit these odd saroundings of ours well. I turned to him and sang to the little child frozen in place,
"You can't run away dear sweet heart
You can't get away in time
You can't run away dear sweetheart
We inhabit your mind." And the words repeated until nothing in the young childs mind flickered except sleep. "Tommarow you'll find yourself somewhere new. Tommarow home will call for you."
(1,000 words max)
costume;; Just what he is
art;; (optional / 5 pieces max)
Ignore this- for art later if he become mine-
-I imagine this Mako to be feminen in appearance, dainty, pale, painfully fragile and easily breakable, like dusty bones- Like those lurkers rumored to be in deep dark waters, a ghoustly appearance. As beautiful as a siren sitting at the rocks that calls for sailors but so much more yet oh, so similar that it's ironic.
Oddball
Deep sea
Has horrible eyesight
