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First, there came [item=Accent: Ancient Highfin]...
Then there came the challenge to find a Gaoler worthy of wearing it to become... The Sea Serpent Queen!
I started by acquiring a cheap-ish female Gaoler w/ fans whose colors I thought would match well with the skin....
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But.... it didn't fit quite right
So, I bought a cheap-ish male with an equal rarity tert to be her partner!
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Together, they will embark on a quest to produce the perfect Sea Serpent Queen! The only conditions are:
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[*]The hatchling must be female
[*]The colors must go well with Accent: Ancient Highfin
[*]The tert must be fans (for full sea serpent vibes)
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...and that's it! Because I can't help myself, I'll probably end up writing lore for the pair and possibly potential offspring. All reject offspring will be available for free! Let me know if you want to be pinged for updates (:
Here we go (:
Wavecrest Saturnalia 2020. (7/14) Designed by Arkenrall.
Itemid #34246
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Then there came the challenge to find a Gaoler worthy of wearing it to become... The Sea Serpent Queen!
I started by acquiring a cheap-ish female Gaoler w/ fans whose colors I thought would match well with the skin....
But.... it didn't fit quite right
So, I bought a cheap-ish male with an equal rarity tert to be her partner!
Together, they will embark on a quest to produce the perfect Sea Serpent Queen! The only conditions are:
The hatchling must be female
The colors must go well with Accent: Ancient Highfin
The tert must be fans (for full sea serpent vibes)
...and that's it! Because I can't help myself, I'll probably end up writing lore for the pair and possibly potential offspring. All reject offspring will be available for free! Let me know if you want to be pinged for updates (:
Here we go (:
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[center]Charybdis paced in her cold, damp lair, talons scraping against barnacle-encrusted stone with every step. Her eyes darted to the entrance every few minutes, scanning the crashing waves with eyesight keen enough to see a boat on the water miles before it reached her. But today there was nothing on the whitecaps but a few terns and petrels, picking off the fish bashed to pieces against the razor-sharp rocks.
Sometimes Charybdis joined them to forage on the ocean, although her tactics were somewhat more… refined. As a sea goddess, she had power over the currents near her sacred lair, able to manipulate them in any way she pleased. Her method of choice was a gigantic whirlpool, strong enough to suck even the heartiest ship down, down, down, where it would find Charybdis waiting. She enjoyed watching the ships implode on impact with the rocky ocean floor, and when the spectacle was over, she lazily collected her loot. Her powers diminished after such a display, she would slink back to her lair, a rocky outcrop, and dine on the remains of the ship’s crew while surveying the calming seas. Whatever scraps she left behind were quickly devoured by the sea birds waiting nearby. Some of them even nested just outside her lair, smart enough to know that the goddess’ presence indicated a steady food supply.
But today she let her power rest in her veins, exerting no influence over the waves outside her den. Even so, the ocean thrashed wildly, a storm building on the horizon, the sky growing darker by the second, as if mimicking her sour mood.
Although her power over the sea was often a boon, it was also her curse. Her power had come with a price: she could never leave her seabound domain. This rocky outcrop, though majestic and eerily beautiful, was the only land she had ever known. If she ever tried to leave, as she had countless times, she was met with a wall of impenetrable force, corralling her back to her little island, reminding her that whatever gifts she possessed, she did not have the power of freedom.
For many centuries, Charybdis had accepted her fate, wreaking vengeance on anyone unfortunate enough to pass by her rocky crag. Over the years, the legends and warnings of her destructive tendencies accumulated, until very few risked the journey and those that did only came because they had no other choice. There were a few wiley captains over the years who had managed to evade the goddess’ wrath. They had waited out of range until the goddess exerted her power, watching from a distance the calamity that her whirlpools caused. Then, knowing her strength would be spent, they sailed past on peaceful waters, casting furtive glances in her direction until they were certain they were out of range. Charybdis had let them pass, too drained to do more than snarl and bare her fangs. If they ever returned, they would not be so lucky a second time, she had vowed silently to herself.
But one day an entirely different visitor had come to her lair. An immortal of the sea like her, but not quite as powerful, Phorcys had heard tell of the powerful goddess and had come to seek her affection rather than her wrath. Initially intent on having him for dinner, Charybdis instead found herself persuaded by his words and enchanted by the tales he told of distant lands, great battles, and mighty clans. When the male pledged his life to hers and vowed to protect her and serve her for all of his days, Charybdis could not find it in herself to refuse.
Having a mate around proved to be quite useful in other ways too. Since Phorcys was not limited by the spell that bound Charybdis to her realm, he could travel wherever he wished. At first he brought back trinkets and treasure from his travels for his mate, but soon he learned what she truly desired and vowed to give it to her if he could.
Phorcys traveled far and wide, investigating rumors of curses and witches, spells and soothsayers, until he finally received word of an oracle who could give him the answer that he sought. She would only answer one question, but there was only one Phorcys needed to ask. He sped back to his mate, explaining his plan in detail. He would embark the next day. The trip would take seven days and seven nights, but he would reach the oracle with due haste and seek the solution to freeing Charybdis once and for all.
It was the fifteenth day. The day Phorcys was due to return. Still, there was no sign of him on the water and as the storm grew worse and worse, hour by hour, Charybdis felt a strange sensation creep into her bones, one entirely new to her: fear. She turned her attention to the sea birds instead, watching as they soared and dove gracefully in the waves, bringing back vital food to the chicks squawking loudly in their nests. The mates preened one another tenderly on the rocks before one member of the pair would return to guard their offspring, the other spreading their wings and taking to the skies once more. Their lives were far shorter than hers, their powers nonexistent, and yet, Charybdis couldn’t help but envy their simplicity.
The sun had set now, bolts of lightning coursing through the sky to collide with the tumultuous waves, sending electricity scattering chaotically across the ocean’s surface. It was a sight to behold, but another sight entirely had Charybdis’ pulse quickening as she scrambled to her feet. Phorcys. Using her power, the goddess created a safe passage for her mate through the raging storm, her body practically buzzing with anticipation as he finally reached her and hauled his waterlogged form up the sharp rocks to her den. In the shelter of the cavern, he shook himself and nuzzled his mate affectionately, the smile on his face revealing his success before he could form words to tell her. He explained quickly, his tale spilling forth in a jumbled rush as he described his journey to the oracle and the answer she had given him.
[i]A daughter[/i], he explained, that was the solution. He and Charybdis would produce a female heir stronger than both of them, a daughter powerful enough to dissolve the bonds that held her mother captive. The oracle had also warned that their daughter would be feared by all the world, a terrifying monster leaving only death in her wake. Of course, neither Charybdis nor Phorcys had any qualms about that.
[i]Free[/i], Charybdis thought, her eyes flashing sinisterly in the dim light of the cavern. She looked beyond the cavern’s entrance, looked back at those seabirds huddled on the rocks, sheltering their young from the inevitable doom of the storm.
[i]If a daughter was the key to her freedom, then a daughter she would have...[/i]
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This mineral can be gathered from abandoned lairs.(KS-Sponsored by Darrin P.)
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. Charybdis & Phorcys
Bluefin Charger Fin
Organics
The organic framework of this fin allows it to fold in on itself in a zig-zag pattern.
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Charybdis paced in her cold, damp lair, talons scraping against barnacle-encrusted stone with every step. Her eyes darted to the entrance every few minutes, scanning the crashing waves with eyesight keen enough to see a boat on the water miles before it reached her. But today there was nothing on the whitecaps but a few terns and petrels, picking off the fish bashed to pieces against the razor-sharp rocks.
Sometimes Charybdis joined them to forage on the ocean, although her tactics were somewhat more… refined. As a sea goddess, she had power over the currents near her sacred lair, able to manipulate them in any way she pleased. Her method of choice was a gigantic whirlpool, strong enough to suck even the heartiest ship down, down, down, where it would find Charybdis waiting. She enjoyed watching the ships implode on impact with the rocky ocean floor, and when the spectacle was over, she lazily collected her loot. Her powers diminished after such a display, she would slink back to her lair, a rocky outcrop, and dine on the remains of the ship’s crew while surveying the calming seas. Whatever scraps she left behind were quickly devoured by the sea birds waiting nearby. Some of them even nested just outside her lair, smart enough to know that the goddess’ presence indicated a steady food supply.
But today she let her power rest in her veins, exerting no influence over the waves outside her den. Even so, the ocean thrashed wildly, a storm building on the horizon, the sky growing darker by the second, as if mimicking her sour mood.
Although her power over the sea was often a boon, it was also her curse. Her power had come with a price: she could never leave her seabound domain. This rocky outcrop, though majestic and eerily beautiful, was the only land she had ever known. If she ever tried to leave, as she had countless times, she was met with a wall of impenetrable force, corralling her back to her little island, reminding her that whatever gifts she possessed, she did not have the power of freedom.
For many centuries, Charybdis had accepted her fate, wreaking vengeance on anyone unfortunate enough to pass by her rocky crag. Over the years, the legends and warnings of her destructive tendencies accumulated, until very few risked the journey and those that did only came because they had no other choice. There were a few wiley captains over the years who had managed to evade the goddess’ wrath. They had waited out of range until the goddess exerted her power, watching from a distance the calamity that her whirlpools caused. Then, knowing her strength would be spent, they sailed past on peaceful waters, casting furtive glances in her direction until they were certain they were out of range. Charybdis had let them pass, too drained to do more than snarl and bare her fangs. If they ever returned, they would not be so lucky a second time, she had vowed silently to herself.
But one day an entirely different visitor had come to her lair. An immortal of the sea like her, but not quite as powerful, Phorcys had heard tell of the powerful goddess and had come to seek her affection rather than her wrath. Initially intent on having him for dinner, Charybdis instead found herself persuaded by his words and enchanted by the tales he told of distant lands, great battles, and mighty clans. When the male pledged his life to hers and vowed to protect her and serve her for all of his days, Charybdis could not find it in herself to refuse.
Having a mate around proved to be quite useful in other ways too. Since Phorcys was not limited by the spell that bound Charybdis to her realm, he could travel wherever he wished. At first he brought back trinkets and treasure from his travels for his mate, but soon he learned what she truly desired and vowed to give it to her if he could.
Phorcys traveled far and wide, investigating rumors of curses and witches, spells and soothsayers, until he finally received word of an oracle who could give him the answer that he sought. She would only answer one question, but there was only one Phorcys needed to ask. He sped back to his mate, explaining his plan in detail. He would embark the next day. The trip would take seven days and seven nights, but he would reach the oracle with due haste and seek the solution to freeing Charybdis once and for all.
It was the fifteenth day. The day Phorcys was due to return. Still, there was no sign of him on the water and as the storm grew worse and worse, hour by hour, Charybdis felt a strange sensation creep into her bones, one entirely new to her: fear. She turned her attention to the sea birds instead, watching as they soared and dove gracefully in the waves, bringing back vital food to the chicks squawking loudly in their nests. The mates preened one another tenderly on the rocks before one member of the pair would return to guard their offspring, the other spreading their wings and taking to the skies once more. Their lives were far shorter than hers, their powers nonexistent, and yet, Charybdis couldn’t help but envy their simplicity.
The sun had set now, bolts of lightning coursing through the sky to collide with the tumultuous waves, sending electricity scattering chaotically across the ocean’s surface. It was a sight to behold, but another sight entirely had Charybdis’ pulse quickening as she scrambled to her feet. Phorcys. Using her power, the goddess created a safe passage for her mate through the raging storm, her body practically buzzing with anticipation as he finally reached her and hauled his waterlogged form up the sharp rocks to her den. In the shelter of the cavern, he shook himself and nuzzled his mate affectionately, the smile on his face revealing his success before he could form words to tell her. He explained quickly, his tale spilling forth in a jumbled rush as he described his journey to the oracle and the answer she had given him.
A daughter, he explained, that was the solution. He and Charybdis would produce a female heir stronger than both of them, a daughter powerful enough to dissolve the bonds that held her mother captive. The oracle had also warned that their daughter would be feared by all the world, a terrifying monster leaving only death in her wake. Of course, neither Charybdis nor Phorcys had any qualms about that.
Free, Charybdis thought, her eyes flashing sinisterly in the dim light of the cavern. She looked beyond the cavern’s entrance, looked back at those seabirds huddled on the rocks, sheltering their young from the inevitable doom of the storm.
If a daughter was the key to her freedom, then a daughter she would have...
Comments/encouragement/thoughts/suggestions are welcome and appreciated!
[center][color=darkblue][b]Nest 1[/b][/color][/center]
[i]Charybdis glared at the eggs nestled against her mate’s side, as if her piercing gaze would force them to hatch. There were three in total, not a bad clutch at all, but would it be enough? The oracle had only said a daughter was the key to her freedom. But was her liberator currently contained in this trio of eggs? There was no way of knowing.
Phorcys had drifted off to sleep long ago, his body heat the perfect insulation for the eggs against the raging wind. Perhaps it was a random act of nature or perhaps linked to Charybdis’ anxiety, but a fierce storm had settled over her lair the day the first egg was laid, and had ceased to subside.
Deciding she couldn’t look at the eggs any longer or else she’d go mad, Charybdis turned from her mate and dove blindly out of the cavern’s entrance and into the turbulent, frigid ocean. She created one of her massive whirlpools, sending a sizable school of fish to their inevitable demise on the rocky ocean floor. After eating her fill, she returned with as much of her bounty as she could carry in her jaws, leaving the rest for the seabirds to consume. Once back in her lair, she dumped the heap of mackerel at her mate’s feet, before lying down next to her eggs, exhausted at last.
The smell of fresh fish in front of his face awoke Phorcys, who grunted contentedly and proceeded to wolf down the entire pile before drifting back to sleep. Charybdis looked into his face, her own eyes growing heavy with sleep. His features were utterly relaxed, as if there were nowhere else in the world he’d rather be. Charybdis was glad that he had turned out to be such a devoted father, but she would never be able to feel the same peace written in his features. She had a lot more at stake in these eggs than he did...[/i]
We have our first nest! Only time will tell if the great Sea Serpent Queen is waiting to emerge from one of these three eggs [emoji=eternal youth size=1]
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Charybdis glared at the eggs nestled against her mate’s side, as if her piercing gaze would force them to hatch. There were three in total, not a bad clutch at all, but would it be enough? The oracle had only said a daughter was the key to her freedom. But was her liberator currently contained in this trio of eggs? There was no way of knowing.
Phorcys had drifted off to sleep long ago, his body heat the perfect insulation for the eggs against the raging wind. Perhaps it was a random act of nature or perhaps linked to Charybdis’ anxiety, but a fierce storm had settled over her lair the day the first egg was laid, and had ceased to subside.
Deciding she couldn’t look at the eggs any longer or else she’d go mad, Charybdis turned from her mate and dove blindly out of the cavern’s entrance and into the turbulent, frigid ocean. She created one of her massive whirlpools, sending a sizable school of fish to their inevitable demise on the rocky ocean floor. After eating her fill, she returned with as much of her bounty as she could carry in her jaws, leaving the rest for the seabirds to consume. Once back in her lair, she dumped the heap of mackerel at her mate’s feet, before lying down next to her eggs, exhausted at last.
The smell of fresh fish in front of his face awoke Phorcys, who grunted contentedly and proceeded to wolf down the entire pile before drifting back to sleep. Charybdis looked into his face, her own eyes growing heavy with sleep. His features were utterly relaxed, as if there were nowhere else in the world he’d rather be. Charybdis was glad that he had turned out to be such a devoted father, but she would never be able to feel the same peace written in his features. She had a lot more at stake in these eggs than he did...
We have our first nest! Only time will tell if the great Sea Serpent Queen is waiting to emerge from one of these three eggs
[center][color=darkblue][b]Nest 1[/b]
[i]Hatchlings[/i][/color][/center]
[i]Both Gaolers hovered over the eggs as the first shell began to crack. As soon as the first egg began hatching, the others joined in, as if they were all racing to be the first to emerge into the world. Phorcys watched the eggs with utter devotion in his eyes while Charybdis' brow was furrowed, a stern expression on her face.
Cracks continued to creep across the surface of the eggshells until, with one collective shove, all three hatchlings tumbled forth from their shells. Phorcys rumbled happily, his face resting on the cave floor, at eye level with the little balls of fur now taking in their surroundings.
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One of the females made the first move, launching herself onto her father’s face and chewing on his fur with a contented look on her face. Phorcys instantly decided she was his favorite.
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The other female hatchling began ferociously attacking her eggshell, gnawing on its edges and swiping at it with her tiny claws, as if the shell which had kept her alive had offended her in some way.
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The final hatchling was a male. He gazed around at his surroundings with curiosity, but was slower to action than the rest of his siblings. Tentatively, he got to his feet, a bit unsteadily, and wobbled over to Charybdis, nuzzling his face in one of her massive front paws. Charybdis leapt backward, away from the hatchling, who whined pitifully. Its mother stared down at it in disgust. She had no place in her heart for a son.
Charybdis tentatively sniffed each hatchling in turn, and then let out a roar so loud it shook the entire cavern. All three hatchlings scurried into their father’s side, seeking the safety of his dense coat. Phorcys glared at his mate, furious.
“What was that for?!”, he demanded, curling his tail protectively around his shivering offspring.
“She is not here,” Charybdis replied, her voice dripping with venom. “These hatchlings are all mortal. None of them will be of use to us.”
Phorcys’ eyes widened at her words. “Of [/i]use[i] to us? Well dearest, they may not be ‘of use’ to [/i]you[i], but they are precious to ME!” Phorcys roared this last word. It was the first time he had ever raised his voice in anger to his mate.
Charybdis snarled, the fans along her spine flaring in anger. Then she turned abruptly and in one swift movement, she leapt towards the cave’s entrance and was gone. Phorcys sighed, wasting little time in turning his attention back to the three hatchlings and nuzzling them with his face as if to reassure them. One thing was clear: their mother would never accept them. It was up to him to ensure their safety, and although he had no idea how, for their sake, he would find a way.
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Both Gaolers hovered over the eggs as the first shell began to crack. As soon as the first egg began hatching, the others joined in, as if they were all racing to be the first to emerge into the world. Phorcys watched the eggs with utter devotion in his eyes while Charybdis' brow was furrowed, a stern expression on her face.
Cracks continued to creep across the surface of the eggshells until, with one collective shove, all three hatchlings tumbled forth from their shells. Phorcys rumbled happily, his face resting on the cave floor, at eye level with the little balls of fur now taking in their surroundings.
One of the females made the first move, launching herself onto her father’s face and chewing on his fur with a contented look on her face. Phorcys instantly decided she was his favorite.
The other female hatchling began ferociously attacking her eggshell, gnawing on its edges and swiping at it with her tiny claws, as if the shell which had kept her alive had offended her in some way.
The final hatchling was a male. He gazed around at his surroundings with curiosity, but was slower to action than the rest of his siblings. Tentatively, he got to his feet, a bit unsteadily, and wobbled over to Charybdis, nuzzling his face in one of her massive front paws. Charybdis leapt backward, away from the hatchling, who whined pitifully. Its mother stared down at it in disgust. She had no place in her heart for a son.
Charybdis tentatively sniffed each hatchling in turn, and then let out a roar so loud it shook the entire cavern. All three hatchlings scurried into their father’s side, seeking the safety of his dense coat. Phorcys glared at his mate, furious.
“What was that for?!”, he demanded, curling his tail protectively around his shivering offspring.
“She is not here,” Charybdis replied, her voice dripping with venom. “These hatchlings are all mortal. None of them will be of use to us.”
Phorcys’ eyes widened at her words. “Of use to us? Well dearest, they may not be ‘of use’ to you, but they are precious to ME!” Phorcys roared this last word. It was the first time he had ever raised his voice in anger to his mate.
Charybdis snarled, the fans along her spine flaring in anger. Then she turned abruptly and in one swift movement, she leapt towards the cave’s entrance and was gone. Phorcys sighed, wasting little time in turning his attention back to the three hatchlings and nuzzling them with his face as if to reassure them. One thing was clear: their mother would never accept them. It was up to him to ensure their safety, and although he had no idea how, for their sake, he would find a way.
They're so pretty! I hope Phorcys can take care of them.
Would love to read updates if possible :)
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