[Caeneus]

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[Taybri]

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ᴜsᴇʀɴᴀᴍᴇ ;; tangle.
ɴᴀᴍᴇ ;; Taal Caldera (nickname: Tal)
ʀᴇᴀsᴏɴ ;; Taal caldera holds the worlds largest island on a lake
on an island on a lake on an island in the world. It also happens to be
located in the country I call my home, the Philippines.
ɢᴇɴᴅᴇʀ ;; male

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sᴏ ʏᴏᴜ ᴡᴀɴᴛ ᴛᴏ ᴋɴᴏᴡ ᴍʏ sᴛᴏʀʏ? . . . . . . . . . . . .
. . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . ᴡᴇʟʟ... ɪᴛ's ɴᴏᴛ ᴘʟᴇᴀsᴀɴᴛ

Uh... hi. This is a um... pleasant surprise. I'm really not used to people asking me so many questions, or any questions at all, frankly. Not a lot of people come out here. It's just my grandfather and I. It's not that I'm lonely, just... not socially inclined. Oh, sorry, I'm supposed to be talking about my history. Well... it's not great.

I've lived on a tropical island my entire life. When I was young, my world was dominated by my father. He was a cruel man. My mother had been only a kid when he married her and was still just a kid when she had me. She couldn't do anything about it, neither could I. I learned to watch myself and remain quiet when around my father, and so did my mother, but she tried to protect me whenever she could. From my bedroom, I'd always hear my father screaming at her, telling her all the things she ever did wrong. Every single night. I'd hear my mother crying herself to sleep. Every single night. Although he wasn't yelling at me, the words hurt like blades. I'd lay awake, pinching my arms until they bled to turn my inner pain into outer pain. In the mornings, my mother would pretend to be fine, but every time I saw her, her eyes looked more and more dead. She looked like she was crumbling from the inside.

I wanted desperately to do something to help her... so, every day, I'd head out to the beach. I'd walk the entire island, looking for the most beautiful shells I could find, just for my mother. I'd take them to my room and put them together in spectacular shapes, sometimes forming animals, sometimes keeping it abstract. I lived for her pleasure once she saw my art. She's smile and hug me close to her, kissing my forehead and tell me everything would be okay. For just that one moment, she'd be whole again.

But her wholeness didn't last. She grew sick, sick to the point where she stayed in bed all day. My father blamed me. I'd never been yelled at directly by him, only ignored, as if I were just a decoration. I was terrified. He told I was worthless, that my mother's sickness was my fault. He said that if she didn't have to stress out about me all the time, she'd still be okay. Each day, for years, he'd yell at me, tear down the little self respect I had. I even began to blame myself for my mother's sickness.

I tried to stay strong, as my mother had for me, but the yelling never ended. When I was making lunch or cleaning the house of washing the dished, anywhere, my father's accusations would echo through my head, claw me apart, bit by bit. I felt myself crumbling, slowly but surely. And through it all, my mother's health continued to deteriorate.

One day, I went out to the beach. I wanted to make her a miniature version of our island, our home. I had most of the pieces, but needed sharks teeth to imitate the grasses that formed our roof. I got lucky, finding many large sharks teeth, the largest I'd ever seen, and brought them back to the house.

I arrived at the house to find my father sitting silently on a chair. He looked up at me, eyes full of hate, and in front of him lay one of my favorite pieces, torn apart entirely. I knew he had wanted to take out that anger on me.

I turned, fleeing towards the side of my house my parents slept on. I glanced in through the window, hoping to see my mother's welcoming face, but I was met by a ghost. Just a ghost. Its skin was white, its face was empty, its eyes were made of glass. My mother had left me with a man overflowing with hate. i stared at the table besides her, crowded with years of work by me, looking cold from months of dust.


. . .


I no longer live with my father. I found his cellphone and called my grandfather on my mother's side. I left my home, but it was a home filled with bad memories. An island of darkness surrounded by miles of empty ocean. The only thing I kept were the sharks teeth, which I wear as a reminder, not because I want to, but because I have to. They stand for the scars my father's words left on me, the love my mother gave to me, and the strength within me that helped me survive and move on. They're all that I have left of my home.

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[Firefly.]

I'll be ending this in a few hours. ^^

[Taybri]

As a COPPA'D member, some of my posts take extended lengths of time to appear. It'll still be labelled as the time I submitted, but won't appear until it is accepted. I just want to make sure you knew that because I didn't want to miss out on this beautiful FD<3

[Firefly.]

As a COPPA'D member, some of my posts take extended lengths of time to appear. It'll still be labelled as the time I submitted, but won't appear until it is accepted. I just want to make sure you knew that because I didn't want to miss out on this beautiful FD<3

no problem! I actually forgot to judge this today, so sorry about that! So I'll be judging tomorrow when I'm less tired.

[Firefly.]

Username:
{{ Ivyshine
Name:
{{ Dart
Gender:
{{ Male
How he got the teeth:
{{ I'll tell this as a story.
Dart felt sick with hunger. He hadn't eaten for days. He was going to have too find something to eat soon. Walking around the forest, Dart tried to find anything that he could eat. He could not find any prey to hunt, because he was not very good at hunting.
Suddenly Dart smelled something. Fox. He slowly walked around the tree, to see where it was. It was dead. It smelled like it had been dead for a few days. Dart stepped forward, feeling sorry that he would be eating a predator. Reaching the dead meat, he crouched down. Just after Dart had taken a few bites, he looked up and saw another FD. Growling, it stepped forward. "That's mine." The beastly creature said.
Dart looked at the other FD, but didn't turn tail and run. He stood as high as he could, looking proud. "No, that is my food." Dart defended.
The other FD narrowed his eyes, taking a step forward. Dart leaped, teeth bared at the ferocious FD. Instead, he got knocked down by the strong mass of the body. The beastly creature bit him on the shoulder, hard. "This is my meat." The FD announced. Dart cowered, in pain and fear, then fled.
He would need to find something to make him look stronger. He laid down next to a tree, pondering on that thought, and slept. Dart woke up and then realized that the other FD would probably be gone. Going as fast as his hurt shoulder could take him, Dart went back to the fox.
Luckily, there were still a few bits of meat left of it. Dart ate them before walking around the fox, surveying it. What makes this look deadly to prey and small creatures? Surely not is fur and skinny build? Maybe the teeth. He walked up to it's head, and saw the eyes were being eaten by ants. Dart started to pry open it's mouth, to take a look at the teeth. Maybe Dart could put them on him somehow, and then he'd look stronger.
He realized that the teeth were secured by flesh, and it would take effort to get them out. He'd have to wait. Meanwhile, Dart thought about how he'd put them on himself. He glanced around, and saw some strong roots hanging off a fig tree. Tugging and tugging, he finally managed to get a few down.

---A few months later---

Dart dragged his root tendrils to the rotted carcass. Somehow it managed to stay there. Dart had managed to survive, but he had been surviving off scraps of other predator's food, as well as reluctantly eating berries off bushes.
He piled up all the strong looking teeth, then realized how hard it would be to get them on the roots. After a few hours of trying, he managed to get them all on. Dart also had struggled, and made them into wearable items. Nosing them onto his head, then around his neck, Dart got them on.

congrats! I liked the story with the fox, and the name you chose for him was perfect! Great job!

And just a shout out to Tangled. For the amazing form as well. (extras weren't allowed, so I couldn't count it, but I could tell you put a lot of effort in your form!)

[hazel + boo]

Oh wow! That made my day! Thank you so much!

[Taybri]

I included an extra?

[Taybri]

Congratulations, Ivyshine! I hope you take good care of Dart<3 you can take my art!

[Firefly.]

I included an extra?

art counts as an extra. I should have clarified that. Sorry about that!