[SukarettoYanagi]

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this is a reserve, and I also think I died from the epicness of this mutato.\^o^/

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Username:
WillTreaty

Name of Mutato:
Silent Trust

Reason for choosing the name:
Because when I saw the picture of the seal and crane I could just kind of tell that their was a silent exchange of trust going on between them, a secret meaning to their glances, that is why I picked the name.

My Story:
If a Crane could talk, what would it say? If a Seal could fly, where would it go? A talking crane and flying seal would indeed be a sight, but maybe they really can? They spend their lives hiding, themselves and their secrets, from the world. And the only human being who was ever able to find out these secrets, was a man named Trevor Hillington (Made up name) And this is his story...

It all began when Trevor ran away, he ran away from his parents, his life, his friends, and went to find a better life. He ran on foot into the forest with nothing but a small leather bag stuffed with clothes and a little food and water, he didn't know where he was going, only that he was never going back. Trevor ran until sunset where he took a break by a beautiful lake surrounded by tall peaceful oak trees. As he was sitting with his feet in the cool water, eating a small loaf of bread, when a strange noise popped into the back of his head, so quiet, he thought it was his imagination. But as he glanced around, the noise got louder, until he was sure it was a real sound coming from the lake. A small tap, tap-tap sound coming from a brown dot out of some rocks in the middle of the water reached him, and he strained to see. He leaned over quite a bit in his efforts to make out this strange dot, and failed to notice his bag was slowly slipping towards the sunset colored water. As it finally splashed in he jumped and fell in himself, flailing and scared, he tried to climb back up the bank, but it was a steep drop off that was covered in loose rocks that fell into his hair and eyes at every attempt, so he decided he'd go out to the rocks and find that brown dot, maybe it was a lone fisherman with a boat that could take him back to shore. Once he got to the rocks and had climbed up, he checked his bag, he'd managed to keep the food dry and water secure, but his clothes were soaked, he groaned and rolled onto his back, exhausted, and closed his eyes.

"What do you think it is? Maybe the tall ones dare eat it?" A voice said from above Trevor's sleeping figure. "No, probably not, but I can't get you advice now can I?" The voice said again, and a sound that slightly resembled a donkey and a deranged child answered it, the voice sighed. "Right, Seal's can't talk, blah blah blah, what kind of excuse is that?" The voice said angrily, and suddenly a feathery thing whacked Trevor in the face, he jerked and sat up quickly, blinking his eyes and staring at the sight before him. He pointed a finger at the tall Crane standing before him. "D-Did you, J-Just, talk?" He gasped and turned his head around to the left, where a small seal smiled at him. The Crane answered."Why yes, yes I did, but I'm not supposed to tell you that." He chuckled. "This is my good friend Darren, well I think that's his name anyway, he is a flying seal." He said happily, and Trevor gaped. "He, FLIES?!" He asked in amazement, and the seal nodded, taking to the skies with rubbery flippers outstretched like wings. "Why yes he does, very good at it to, for a seal. My name is Gregory, but my friends call me Greg." The Crane replied and he bowed. "At your service, me and Darren are the only two here, trusting companions I call us, though it's more of a Silent Trust." Trevor shook his head, still not believing. "OK, I really need to go though so if you don't mind." He stood up, but Greg just smiled and stood in his way. "Need a flight back? Darren will take you, like I said, we're the only two here so we're your only hope of leaving." He told him with a nod, and Darren came flying back, picked Trevor up, and began the short trip back to shore. Greg shouted a farewell to him. "Don't slip! And don't tell anyone you EVER saw us! Good bye now friend!" He said, then disappeared into the rock. Trevor, grasping to get a grip on the seal, felt like fainting, this was to much. Once he was safely on the ground he immediately got his small journal out that he kept in his pocket at all times and wrote down everything that happened. Darren flew back to Greg. "Do you think he believes himself?" Greg asked the quiet seal, he shook his head. "Probably not, poor chap, oh well, we should be getting back to our normal, quiet lives now shouldn't we?" The seal nodded. "Well, that's it then, no one will ever know, except that man, the Silent Trust between Gregory Mcfeathers the III, and Darren the seal." He said, quite pleased with the days outcome.

Sorry if it's really long I got carried away... ))

[Wolfsplash]

+Your Username
+Name of the Mutato
++Reason for choosing the name
+Come up with a story about a seal and a crane. It can be any kind of story. Be creative!:

reserve:)

[Toothed Goose]

Your Username
CesaIa
Name of the Mutato
Toby
Reason for choosing the name
I think he looks like a little kid, the drawings on his body remind me of when I was little, I drew seals all the time. And a name I would give a little kid is Toby.
Story
Sarah = Seal
Clo = Crane

Clo flew gracefully out from picking a couple fish, she'd eaten her full, and now would visit her friend, Sarah, who is me. I watched her from the zoo. I hopefully waited for her to complete her promise, I finally saw her land on the edge of my glass tank, I swam up to her.

"Hi" I said
"I kept my promise" she answered, and dropped a couple fish into my tank.
"I knew you would keep your promise, you always do" I smiled, it was dark, almost night, the zoo had closed, there was no one in sight, and that's when Clo and I would meet. I put my head underwater and blew a couple bubbles, I don't know why, I just like doing that.

Clo neared my head a little, so the other animals wouldn't hear.
"When are you planning... you know what" she whispered

"I haven't thought of that lately" I was a little embarrassed, it had been my plan, but I hadn't thought it out.

"You don't have much more than a week, maybe after tomorrow? I can't help you tomorrow, I have things to do." Clo said "Well, you should think a about it, I have to go now. Bye"
"See you later" I said; she left flying, how I wish I could fly...

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A few days later Clo arrived very early, and by early you're thinking 7:00am, right? No, that's human early, she arrived bird early. That means 5:00 am. I'd barely woken up.

"Now?" she whispered.
"Yeah, now" I murmured
"It'll attract too much attention"
"I know".
Clo made a confused face, but she did it anyway. She grabbed a small rock, and started rubbing it against the glass, I did the same thing, but from the other side, soon a small scratch could be seen, the glass was broken.
Clo flew off and landed in a nearby tree, now it would all depend of me. I swam back, as far away from the crack, a little bit of water was dripping from it; it wouldn't be noticeable from a certain distance. I swam as hard as I could against the glass. CRACK! A huge hole opened, and gallons of water spilled from my tank, I went out, I was free! The other animals went crazy, I started clumsily going towards the exit, but I was slow, too slow.
A zookeeper was calmly going inside the zoo, when he heard all the animals screaming and roaring, and basically making racket. The human charged toward me to try and grab me, I tried to turn around, but he was gaining distance fast! Clo flew toward him and dropped on his head, she pecked him, and pulled his hairs, he started screaming and waving his arms to try and get Clo off him. This was my chance! I tried to go as quickly as possible out of the zoo, once outside, I saw the beach, I went towards it full speed, I soon touched the warm sand, but I kept going, I needed to get to water. Soon Clo was flying beside me, her feathers were a little tattered, it was obvious she'd had a big fight, just as I was about to get to the water, the human grabbed my tail! I barked and wiggled to get him off, and even though Clo wasn't in condition to fight, she went right after him, I turned around and bit his hand, he let go of me. I was almost in the water! I went over to the water, it was fresh, I went underwater, the waves didn't affect me, I went and swam as hard as I could.

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I keep visiting Clo at some rocks every once in a while, I've become an attraction for humans, when I'm sunbathing in the rocks they come over and give me free food! The zoo closed, because of the zookeeper insisting we escaped on our own, and because more animals decided to escape. But I couldn't have done any of this without Clo, she's my best friend, now I've been reminded of why I chose her, thank you Clo.

(Sorry it's so long, I just had to put in all the details)
Art

[xayah]

;ｕｓｅｒｎａｍｅ;
-----Civetta
;ｍｕｔａｔｏ ｎａｍｅ;
-----Fiera (Means Fair in Italian)
;ｒｅａｓｏｎ;
-----This Mutato was named after an old legend about a seal and crane to resemble
their trust and elegance and to show the fairness and equality between the two
;ｓｔｏｒｙ;
-----Generations ago a legend was born long before our time. In the heart of
Rome, Italy was a river that passed through the town. This river was sacred
to the people for its holy powers. It was believed that a child had drowned in
this river and none other than God had revived him. The townspeople rejoiced
with such happiness it was truly a sight to see. They had prayed to God every
night in hopes their child would be okay and once those prayers were answered
they simply forgot. The people went back to their everyday lives, almost as if
the event had never happened. All but one person. The child continued to pray
his thanks each and every night. He thanked the heavens for their help and
kindness and asked his family be watched over.
-----And so it was done. The childs family was protected and blessed by an invisible
force. Little did they know this was not Gods doing. All this time, all these prayers,
all the subtle 'thank you's. The people never knew God was not the one to bless them.
An old wives tale tells of a seal and crane like day and night. The two fought endlessly
over who should control what. The crane was bestowed the power of day, spreading
her wings to bring light to the world. The seal was given the power of night, giving him
the ability to create constellations and swim through the stars. Though they were never
happy. Crane wanted night so she could cover the sun with her feathers. But Seal wanted
to keep his job as the night just to anger Crane.
-----The day the child drowned in the river his spirit was brought up between Crane and
Seal. They bickered over who would keep his soul. The child intervened, pleading to them
to stop their fighting. It was only then they realized the truth. They were never meant
to argue. Their purpose was to balance one another, to bring equality over earth. An
understanding then formed between the two as well as an unbreakable bond. Together
they blessed the child and sent him back to the world. Each and every night the child
prayed to Crane and Seal. This little prayer kept them from fighting, strengthening
their trust and allowing their spirits to grow. They each had a job to do and their
disagreements would only make it harder.
-----But that's only a legend! You wouldn't really believe it would you?

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Name: Sera
Gender: Female
Personality: Fun, Creative, and Playful
Why I want it: I saw it and I thought it was TDF!!!(to die for)

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Name: Sera
Gender: Female
Personality: Fun, Creative, and Playful
Why I want it: I saw it and I thought it was TDF!!!(to die for) 8-) 8-) 8-) :clap: :clap: :clap: ;) ;) ;)

I'm sorry, but I do not understand what the form is for. This is not the form I have requested for this Mutato, and the Mutato you have a link to is my custom and you may not have it.

[Wolf Shadowstalker]

+Your Username+
Wolf Shadowstalker

+Name of the Mutato+
Gruinni

++Reason for choosing the name++
The name is a combination of the word pinniped, a term in Latin for fin-footed mammals that is generalized to seals, and gruidae, the family/clade name of the crane. I wanted to create a name that referred to both animals.

+Come up with a story about a seal and a crane. It can be any kind of story. Be creative!+

A hot day accompanied by a cooling breeze had the sun playing hide-and-seek behind a thin veil of clouds. The life below in turn was sluggish and quiet, the day going by uneventfully as the shy sun traveled across the sky. As evening began to fall, the fish in one particular marsh came out of hiding, taking advantage of the low light and cooling weather to gather food in hopes that no predators would spot them. A small school of five swam around a pair of twigs that stuck upright in the mud within a rounded shadow, feeding on the plant particles that drifted among them. A few peaceful moments passed until with a sharp splash, the school of five became four, one fish disappearing down the delicate beak of a white crane while the others fled in panic. The crane in question lifted his head in a graceful motion, sending the unfortunate fish sliding down his long throat. Then ever so slowly as to not alert any future meals, the crane crept forwards to a deeper part of the marsh that connected to an ocean-bound river, stopping just before the water level dropped to wait once more.

The day had been good for the crane. He had caught six fish earlier that morning, all of a satisfying size, and the fish before had been his third of the evening. Often he had to settle for three or four in all on most days, so he was eager to take advantage of his good fortune. Speaking of good fortune, another rather delectable set of choice meals was heading in his direction right this moment. Taking his pick (that particularly plump one would do nicely) the crane set to strike, but before his beak could break the surface, a noisy splash and a distressed cry off to his left sent them darting off far out of his reach. Turning his head to see what had so rudely interrupted his meal, the crane was surprised to see a seal pup splashing in his direction, once more crying out in hunger and for its mother. His surprise quickly turned into irritation as he realized that all the pup’s floundering would scare off the marsh’s entire fish population into hiding for as long as it continued to do so. The pup pulled up into the shallows next to the crane, seemingly not minding his presence and when she cried out another time, the crane doled out a swift peck to a front flipper. She gave a startled yelp (he hadn’t pecked THAT hard) and looked up at him in astonishment.

“Quit it with all that noise would you?” he scolded harshly. “You’re scaring off all the fish.”

The pup looked up at him with hurt eyes.

“But I’m hungry,” she whimpered, “and tired. I can’t remember the way back to the rocks.”

The crane huffed in exasperation.

“That is still no reason to be making all the racket,” he replied pointedly. “If you’re tired, you rest; if you’re lost, ask for directions; if you’re hungry, you hunt.”

“No one will stop to speak to me!” the pup whined, getting progressively louder with each complaint, “And even if they did give me dirictions, I’m too tired to make it there! Plus, every time I try to catch a fish, it swims away before I can even get close!”

The crane gave another peck to a flipper, harder this time, earning another yelp from the pup.

“Quiet I said!” he hissed, “You can rest until tomorrow morning before going back home; I believe I can point you in the right direction. The water where you live is saltier than here, correct?”

Looking down, he saw the pup give him a nod of confirmation.

“Good. Now as for your hunting trouble, you’re going about it all wrong.”

The pup gave an indignant whine, “That’s how mother taught me!”

With a withering glare, the crane silenced any further complaint.

“Well your mother’s method doesn’t work well for you here. Here in the marsh you wait for the fish, you do not chase them. Understood? Now you will watch me. Do not make a sound and keep completely still until I tell you so.”

Grumbling, but complying with the crane’s order, the pup waited with him while he watched the water carefully. She fidgeted a few times as the minutes passed, but quickly stilled with a scolding sound from the crane. After a long stretch of time, the fish decided it was safe enough to come out once more since no ruckus had arisen since the pup’s arrival. They spread out around the marsh, a few approaching where the crane and the seal pup waited. The crane tensed in anticipation, and noting this, the pup stilled more than she had before, focusing on his actions. The fish approached the crane’s submerged feet, and with a swift dip of his neck, he rose back up with a fish clamped in his beak. The pup stared in awe as the crane swallowed it down.

“I’ve had plenty for today,” he said after finishing and turning towards the pup, “so I have the leisure to direct you in what to do. After a few successes, I will leave you to make a few attempts without my direction and give you pointers for the future.”

The pup gave an eager nod, and for the rest of the evening, she and the crane waited at the edge of the deeper section of the marsh while she snapped at fish time after time. She managed to catch enough to sate her for the night, proud with the one catch she had made without the crane’s help. Curling up on dry land, she slept till morning, the crane standing on one leg next to her, his head tucked under a wing.

*~*~*~*~*~*

The seal pup was directed back up the ocean-bound river the next morning, where she was reunited with her mother and her herd, and the crane returned to his quiet life in the marsh. In later years, it was said that from time to time a grown seal and an elderly crane could be seen side by side in the shallow waters of the marsh, taking turns snapping up the passing fish.