[izauura]

As a throwback to the original contest for this GG the contest will be how this GG got "infected" (the black goo dripping from their mouth) and what it is.

For the extras you can either do 800 words of whatever you want or 3 pieces of art.

Code: Select all

Name:
Element: (up to rare)
How they got "infected":
Extras: 800 words/ 3 pieces of art


Extended to the 26th at 3pm EST.
An extension may be given depending.

Just to be clear this design is by ᴢᴀᴄʜᴀʀɪᴇ

[winkatuck]

Nᴀᴅᴇ̌ᴊᴇ

Usᴇʀɴᴀᴍᴇ: Wɪɴᴋᴀᴛᴜᴄᴋ | Eʟᴇᴍᴇɴᴛ: Vᴇɴᴏᴍ

♪ ♬ ✿ ☀ ✿ ☀ ✿ ☀ ✿ ☀ ✿ ☀ ✿ ☀ ✿ ☀ ✿ ♬ ♪

Everyone knew from the moment I was born that I was a special case. Our nest had been made under a rather large oak tree. I heard stories when I broke from my egg it was filled with this black tar-like substance. For most goblin gators, they grow into their element as they age. A rite of passage to adulthood.

I, Naděje, was born with mine.

Shunned by my family at birth, I was found and taken in by a humble middle-aged woman who lived all alone out in a cottage in the woods. She taught me how to stay hopeful, be self sustaining and make a living out of my bright and creative mind. This woman, we shall call her Chesla for the sake of this story. Chesla had given me what not one of my own kind would. A chance.

My first couple years were filled with constant bathing, the black putrid venom oozed out of every hair follicle on my small frail body. I was completely naked, cold and afraid. Often I was sick, not because of infecting myself, but because of constant hypothermia and risk of pneumonia. I was a high risk child, Chesla had to always wear gloves in fear of contagious infection. No one knew what it was for the longest time. Was it my element? Or was it something much, much worse? As I continued to age, I began to realize I could control this ooze. It was connected to my stress. The more stress I was under, the more it came out.

My childhood was brief and somewhat tedious. But I had practically mastered my stress levels and therefor my venom. My fur began to grow in thick patches and for the first time, I saw my true colors in a mirror. I continued to experiment with my venom, very carefully, on where it could come from and how it effected other living beings. The only place I could not control my element, you guessed it, my mouth. Instead of becoming nervous with anxiety and having cottonmouth, the black ooze would secrete from my saliva glands at such a rate it would drool and spill over my gums uncontrollably. Most plant life that was exposed to it, shriveled up and died off almost instantly. The only types of plants I found to hold any resistance, was carnivorous ones. They still deteriorated at an alarming rate, but not as quickly as others.

I began to pull my own weight around the cottage, be it helping chop firewood in the winters or pulling carts in the summers to and from the marketplace. Often me and Chesla would enjoy the sunsets together under that same old oak tree. Outside of that, in my free time I picked up the hobby of carving wooden masks. Petrified wood was unaffected by my venom, much to my enjoyment. And as I continued to grow, so did my knowledge for what my element really was.



It had already been so long, I was almost a teenager now. And as the years flew by, so did Chesla's health continue to decrease. Eventually, I had to make the long treks to the marketplace by myself. I wouldn't have gone the first few times if she hadn't opened up the world of socialization to me. Everything was going well, despite my somewhat anxious and withdrawn personality, I was content to live out my life with Chesla by my side.

It was a late afternoon, under the large old oak tree. A light drizzle was dusting the horizon as Chesla's bare hand stroked my back. I thought it odd she wasn't concerned about my venom and that she used a lot of strength to get up to that hill. As we sat there my mind began to wander and I realized I was proud of what we accomplished together. The garden, my masks, the clothing and bag I toted around. I was pretty sure I had managed to subdue all my stress for the most part. It was then that she brought me close and wrapped her arms around me, inhaling deeply with a shaky breath I wasn't expecting. "Naděje, you are my ray of sunshine. My hope." I wasn't sure what she meant by that. It sounded so... sad. So fleeting. Why did Chesla say it like that? Her arms became limp as she took one final breath.

It was in that moment I soon realized, she had passed on.

All the held back emotions began to burst from my seams. Tears leaked from my eyes, then turned to venom. It gushed out of my mouth like a pounding waterfall. The black ooze, it began to consume my body like before. When I was born. My fur had been slicked and oiled, I let out a guttural cry. I didn't know what to do or where to go. So I fled. Ran. Off into the forests until I came into the city by nightfall. My last ditch efforts to reach out to others for help were denied by my off-putting appearance. I couldn't even form coherent sentences, much less words. The worst part of it all, I was touching others skin to skin, fur to fur...

It took me quite a few years after all of that, to calm my sorrow, my anger, my grief. The stress was overwhelming. I had become controlled by my element. It was as if I was under a curse. I would become strangled in my emotions, the black ooze returning. I had developed intense cravings dependent on my many moods. When I got too sluggish and irritable, I would ooze until I acquired caffeine. When I hadn't eaten in days and became hypoglycemic, I craved sugar. There were other instances, most related to my health and some sort of consumable or chemical. It's hard to keep a balanced diet under such stress. Little did I know those I had already infected, sought justice. When larger companies and health societies came after me either for personal gain as a biological weapon or to lock me away to keep the environment safe, I knew I had to lay low.

My stress has never been so high up until this point in my life. This world doesn't know that it's only acerbating the problem. And that problem... is me.

[bite sized kuiper]

-slams down mark-

[Morta]

Name: Shiren
Element: (up to rare)
How they got "infected":
Extras: 800 words/ 3 pieces of art

Res with attacked after crash In rainforest

[rockosaur]

Name:
Element: (up to rare)
How they got "infected":
Extras: 800 words/ 3 pieces of art

aayy res

[Metanoia-]

Name: Sinjin
Element: Venom
How they got "infected": Res with new found disease spreading in post apocalyptic wasteland
Extras: 800 words/ 3 pieces of art

[exiide]

dropping

[Kiesen]

Name:
Element: (up to rare)
How they got "infected":
Extras: 800 words/ 3 pieces of art

MAYBE

[bellini]

mark to watch ~

[fūi]

hard markk