Like a cloud, you are soft.
Like bamboo, you bend in the wind.
Creeping slow, you're at peace because you know.
It's okay to be afraid.
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The skies are littered with clouds, covering the sun by just a tiny smidgen. They seem to have converged from one point, from one singular source yet there is no hostility amongst the white fluff that have gathered. Trees align the clearing, offering a shady comfort to anyone who should seek it.
A white krawk rests in the middle, her blue mane shifting slightly in the cooling breeze that brushes the grass and the individual. Her right hand move gracefully in the air, creating indecipherable patterns while gripping a paint brush that seems to be producing clouds.
And as the clouds gather, blocking the sun except for a few wisps where the rays escape the cover, the krawk rests her hand down by her side, her amber eyes closing to rest in blissful peace.
Zai-yi-e
Age: Unknown (Seems to be around 18-ish)
Gender: Female
Specie(s): Krawk
Height: Around 6 ft. 4 in when standing on my hindlegs. I'm only around 4 ft when I get down on all four limbs.
Family: Orphaned
Clan: So far in the story, she is/was a part of the Veelir Krawks
Petpet: Cuillin, her Mimbi
Personality: Calm and a little bit shy and antisocial, yet with a fiery temper when I'm riled up.
Owner: Zaro
Strength: 12
Defence: 15
Speed: 15
Endurance: 18/12
Reference picture
The Paint Brush
A mystical brush, gifted by the Heavens, this paint brush has the ability to paint the clouds of the sky.
This paint brush was given to me by a mysterious stranger after I helped them out with a small situation in a moment of kindness. I don't know who the stranger was, but they only told me that it would do well in my hands. It's my main joy other than my new friends and even though the ability to paint clouds seem rather useless, it's rather enjoyable to me.
There's just something so relaxing about laying back and being free of the world by just cloud watching.
Petpet
Cuillin, the Mimbi
A tiny little critter, a Mimbi it seemed, crawls forward, head tilted to the side as it gives a tiny squeek of curiosity. Zyiez smiles down at the Mimbi, giving it a pat on the head.
This is Cuillin, a small and curious little mimbi that I came across stuck in a hunter's trap during my travels. He's a bit on the mischievous side and loves to play pranks on any poor and naive passerby, but he makes for good company.
Cuillin always tries to help out in any situations, but sometimes his 'helpfulness' makes them worse. Still, he's a really good friend and I love him dearly.
Oddly enough, he always carries around a leaf that enables him to float a little whenever there is wind. I don't know where he got that leaf, but it's easier for him to travel with me since he's rather...tiny.
Likes and Dislikes
Likes
Clouds
Art
Friends
Flying
Family
Belonging
Cuillin
Dislikes
Bullies
Too bright days
Disgusting stuff
Strangers
Her old clan
Getting lost
Feeling trapped
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They're not really my family since I never was raised in an actual 'family', but I rather consider they are to me.
Yarisu
I found and rescued Yarisu on the beaches surrounding Krawk Island while I was visiting there briefly (full of scoundrels and devious thieves). That time, she was still just a tiny little Peophin and I had never seen her breed before, though then again, I don't know much about aquatic species. Not much of a swimmer myself, really.
Yarisu's home was destroyed when the Captain Scarblade and his rowdy group of pirates invaded Maraqua and her pod fled, but she was left behind on accident in the panic. I don't see her much anymore and she's full grown now, but she still seems to have some lingering hope she'll find her family one day.
Beiriu
A rather prideful and foolish xweetok, Beiriu claims that he's the best sky pirate out there...ever.
Note the word, claims.
He's a rather amusing fellow though and seems to have himself quite convinced that nobody can match up to his 'amazing' prowess and abilities to sail the skies...of course, he's not the first nor last and certainly not the ONLY sky pirate out there. Beiriu lost his left foreleg (or arm) when he got into a fight with another pirate (something about a few drinks and an argument), but despite his disability, Beiriu's still confident that he is definitely the best.
Uellio
A treasure hunting rascal, I met Uellio when I found myself near the deserts. All she ever thinks about is the next 'great adventure' or any shiny trinkets she can discover. Our first meeting wasn't all that wonderful, though...she tried to steal my paint brush!
Uellio belongs to a clan of Sand Glider draiks, powerful desert draiks whose bodies are made for surfing the desert sands. Perfect for her though, she can manage to get out of any sticky situations caused by her treasure hunting tendencies.
Lio's quite vain and believes herself the best treasure hunting 'fella' (she does indeed call herself a 'fella') and describes herself as 'dashing'. She has quite the special personality, though unique as she is, she's not all that bright...
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Zyiez's story is still developing, but here's the prologue and the first chapter of what I have so far.
Prologue
Angels cry...
The faint drip drip from water droplets leaking in from the cracks left in the ceiling could be heard amongst the quiet sobs and sniffles. Iron bars glinted with a rusted light, making the metal look instead like a bloody blade worn through battle. Though the metal was old, they still held strong in front of their prisoner. Glazed orange eyes peered out into the darkness of the damp and drafty dungeons, eyes that were framed by a navy blue mane and pale, almost white, blue-ish skin. Another sniffle was heard as the eyes gazed tearfully and balefully out beyond the bars. The petite creature shifted uncomfortably on the cold stone ground, her pale arms wrapped around her knees, trying to preserve what little warmth she could manage.
How could this happen? She thought as she gave another silent sob, her shoulders hunched and shaking from her sorrow. How could this happen to me? She begged for the answer inside her mind.
Nobody answered her. Only the bleak silence.
Chapter I: Difference
...when stars collide...
Zyiez always knew she was different. After all, THEY always said so. Everyday she was reminded painfully how different she was from the rest of her clan. She had pale skin which was deeply contrasted by her dark mane. Far far paler than the sooty shades of the clan and their grey manes. Her eyes were a sparkling amberlike gold while the rest of the clan had forest green eyes or brown woodlike eyes. To top it all off, she had markings adorning her arms, head, body, and tail whereas her clan members had none.
Everyday she was constantly reminded by the children from the clan. Everyday she was riddled with bruises because of her difference. Everyday she had to bare with the teasing and cruel insults directed her way. Everyday she returned to her tinier than usual cave, alone and weary.
Zyiez knew she was different. If the obvious differences didn't give that away, then her heritage was a dead giveaway. She knew that she had been found, orphaned, outside the territory by the clan head, that she had been treated like his own, that she was only accepted by the others only because of the kind Krawk. But after his death, she became lower than the low; looked down upon and slandered. The others believed that she would bring misfortune upon the clan, that she was a 'witch' in disguise. They detested her, especially the elders, and wanted to see her gone. Dead.
But they wouldn't, no COULDN'T get rid of her. For it was the deceased clan head's last wish that she'd stay and be allowed the normal comforts of any other Krawk that was a part of the clan.
Too bad the rest conveniently 'forgot' his second dying wish.
She sighed as the last rays of the sun faded beyond the horizon. Another day of torture within her own prison. The only reason why she hadn't left yet was that she had loved the dead Krawk and wished to prove to his deceased soul that she COULD be a part of the clan.
Also, she was a stubborn little thing and didn't want to give the joy and satisfaction to her own persecutors by leaving voluntarily. But she would never admit that, so that thought was buried deep within the confines of her consciousness.
Besides, she thought as she organized the leaves and pinestraw into a suitable 'nest'. I'm too young to survive out there...I wouldn't know what to do.
She sighed again as she laid down, wincing slightly as she put pressure on new bruises that adorned her arms. The clan's group of boys hadn't shown any mercy when they threw things at her. Not that rocks thrown at you could ever be 'gentle'. She grimaced before settling down comfortably, or as comfortably as she could get.
Yes, it was another new day within her prison. Zyiez slowly closed her eyes as the sun's rays fully disappeared, plunging the valley in which the clan stayed into utter darkness save for the light emitted from the stars and the moon.
Another day...I wonder if tomorrow would still be the same? She thought as her mind drifted peacefully into the land of dreams.
Chapter II: Even more so...
...I can't eat..
This chapter was baaaddd...redoing. :D
...and I can't breathe
I wouldn't want it any other way...
TBC
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The master painter is one who can paint with any brush
Hey well what do you know? Pictures of me. Drag the thumbnail to your address bar to see the fullsize image.
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Wow, I actually got fanart of me! Much appreciated!
Here are a few Krawk adoptables that you can adopt. Please:
Do NOT claim these as your own.
Do NOT enter them into the Beauty Contest/Art Gallery/whatever
Do NOT take off my link
Customs are: CLOSED (open for friends only)
Blue
Green
Red
Yellow
Retired set
Blue
Green
Red
Yellow
Painted
Brown
Orange
Pink
Shadow
White
Customs
Do NOT claim any of these customs as your own unless if you are the actual owner!
Ryozine - for Kale
Taken
Lebuki - for Pyro
Taken
Adopted
Regular
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