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ᴀɴᴅ ɪғ ʏᴏᴜ ғᴇᴇʟ ʏᴏᴜʀ sɪɴᴋɪɴɢ, ɪ ᴡɪʟʟ ᴊᴜᴍᴘ ʀɪɢʜᴛ ᴏᴠᴇʀ ɪɴᴛᴏ ᴄᴏʟᴅ, ᴄᴏʟᴅ ᴡᴀᴛᴇʀ ғᴏʀ ʏᴏᴜxXxname;; kan
gender;; male
sexuality;; heterosexual
xXxeveryone called me kan. probably 'cause it was a better short name of cancun, the beach in which I lived near. you see, I live in the water. the people around called me a legend, as only few people saw me, and once people did, they were called crazy. a viscet, their friends, with a mane of mist and fins instead of fur on it's cheeks? No way. I didn't mind, anything to keep me alone and in peace. I usually swim along the rocks, and my home is actually a small cave in it. I sleep in a nice, warm bed made of moss and dried seaweed, decorated with shells and corals. It's so neat, cause all I hear is the waves lapping against the small entrance pool as I sleep. And, at night, I see the moon glittering off of my pool into the walls, it's gorgeous. call me a weirdo.
though I don't see many people, there is one person who knows who I am and will keep me a secret. her name is melanie. she is a fifteen, i believe, year old and she was surfing one day when her surfboard hit me and she flipped. she was wearing goggles, the reason she saw me. I was a glimpse of green, watching her curiously with my head slightly cocked. she just watched me, before trying to swim up, but she was caught under by another wave. I had saved her, bringing her up to a very secure place in the rocks. when she woke she was obviously surprised, but after we were together for a bit, she left. I thought that was the last time I would see her. but she came back, the next day, feeding me some sushi.
at first it was hard for us to communicate. she didn't understand the way I chirped, barked or howled. she started to teach me different things and soon, we were talking immensely. well, as much as an animal and a human can communicate. melanie was actually really nice, unlike the other humans who either tried to kill him or called other people crazy for saying they saw me. the reason I usually stay away from humans. it's always danger or death everywhere I go. I know, I know. saying the viscet who eats fish for most of his life. that is the circle of life though.
{400 out of 400 here}concept sketch of his house. made by hellyboo. thanks, boo
huge res, just rly tired. ;w;
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