Username: Gadgetrocks
Name: Gannett
Gender: Male
Gender for breeding: Male
Gif: ^ Up there
Story: Gannett was confused. He was just about to go swimming when a huge wave flattened his home. Standing on the roof of his home, endless water all around him, Gannet jumped off his roof into the lukewarm water began to swim, only his floaties and lucky necklace on his possesion. Now, Gannet had never been the best swimmer in the world, and even with the floaties he began to grow tired.
"Anyone here? Please, anyone who can help me?" He cried to the empty world, the waveless expanse of water. The water rippled as a siren like voice cried out to him.
"Under the water! I'll come up to get you." The water swirled in circles, a tunnel appearing in the murky blue. A female Viscet stepped out, lion ears flat out, green pelt with not a drop of water on it. She looked like a wizard, stepping from the sea, tea colored raincoat billowing behind her.
"Come this way," She pointed to the tunnel of swirly sea, "We have a cave, you won't drown." Gannet had heard of sirens, but she didn't look like one, as most had sopping fur and twinkling eyes, luring swimmers and sailors to horrid death. Her fur was totally dry, her red eyes kind, not luring. He followed. The water closed in behind him as he walked into the cave, all set up as a cozy home. Another viscet sat in the cave, calmly reading a book on the bed.
"What happened out there?" Gennet asked, "Where'd that wave come from?" The green viscet sighed.
"I'm Tea, and my friend Muriel," She pointed to the blue male reading on the bed, "His father cursed him to stay in the ocean, so he tried to remove all the water, instead, he flooded the whole area, we don't know where the water stops... You look tired, where'd you swim from?" Bennet pointed to where his home once stood on a map, wishing he'd been able yo save a few other of his possessions besides just his floaties. Tea's eyes widened.
"You swam over a hundred miles with just your floaties on. How did that happen?" People had always told Gennet not to be so smug, not be so proud of himself, but today he thought it was justified. He'd swum a hundred miles in cheap plastic floaties, impressive for any viscet but insane for him. Gennet smiled widely, and for once, didn't care if he looked smug.
Extras: (250 more words or once more piece of art.)