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Pet's ID Tag: 46
Name You'd Choose for It: Stofan
Gender: Male
Reason You Want It: He looks just like a sculpture made of clay... he reminds me of my ceramics teacher, of whom I've named him after<3
History/Background/Other:The sun is blinding.
The sounds of the birds pierce my ears.
I have sand in my mouth, drying out my tongue.
It smells... hot, like the sun is melting the world.
But I feel perfect.
I stand, stretching my carefully molded legs, testing my weight on them.
I have been hollowed out-- I am light, easy to carry. My tail brushes against my flanks smoothly, with the pure sound of glass against glass. It feels as if I am the only thing that can withstand the heat; I remain unchanged, I am heat-resistant, until about one thousand degrees.
So I should be safe in this desert.
Eager to test my flexibility, I leap into motion, stretching my legs out as far as they will reach, moving into a dead sprint through the maze of cactuses, headed toward the windswept sea of sand, the dunes on the horizon. I feel the clay within my body expanding as I move, I can hear my flesh crackle, though I do not shatter. The clay beneath my layers of glaze, it bends as I do, held together by who knows what supernatural force. I do not know what I am. All I know, is that I was crafted by expert hands, and given life, and I will take advantage of every opportunity to live that is presented to me.
I am alive.
But what does that mean?
I pause in my sprint, my bright blue eyes resting on a crystalline oasis. Do I drink? One of my paws is submerged in the cool water, but when I remove it, the liquid beads off my glazed exteriour as if I am waterproof. Do I have a stomach? A small desert rat scurries by, finding a place to hide from the hawks that soar overhead. Do I eat? What would I eat? Do I breathe?
Do I even feel?
So many questions, so much confusion. Yes, I am living, I am thinking, I am functioning. But I don't know anything about myself. I don't know if I have emotions, if I have nerves, or if I even have organs at all. But I must have organs, how else would I be thinking without a brain? Could it be more magic?
I need to find someone with the answers. I need to know what I am. I need to know why.
I understand that by adopting this creature I take full responsibility for it.