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Waffle27 wrote:

destructo-serpent wrote:

Waffle27 wrote:

Sea Searchers...   That has an alliteration like the others, so that will work, better even!
Argghh...I have no idea which to do for my CC character!!
Nice name...Exealtaet.
Do you have your High Flier yet? I do. Her name is going to be Phena the Pheonix.

i like long names for my characters. then i can use an awesome nickname     

XD I just like inventing names. I came up with one that sounds sort of French, Menselle.

i made a flying cryptid. Cyrus. and Exealtaet is a chimera 

Waffle27 wrote:

destructo-serpent wrote:

Waffle27 wrote:

"But his father's last words echoed in his mind, and he turned and swam off toward the stone arch into the vastness of the ocean without looking back."
I think that would be a good place to end the prolouge, if we get Numo's consent.

i guess so

I geuss so too. Lol, look at the warning label on my Nightmare:

~WARNING: READ BEFORE CONTINUING~

    This piece is almost entirely a piece of Fiction, made mainly for the purpose of frightening you, the reader. Although it does not include any blood, it does include intense scenes of Giant frogs suffocating small children, so if that kind of stuff makes you squeamish, read no further.

Do you think it gives away too much??

i don't think so. it also makes me not want to read it XD

Lol, mission accomplished XD

destructo-serpent wrote:

so what exactly are we waiting for to continue the story?

Um...IDK. I already got the first paragraph of Chapter 3 done. I might work on it now, but I've just been working on Fella, cause its a fun story.
Also, I may do a scary/humourus to go in the back of Continent Crusaders called Bigfinger. (Parody of Bigfoot.)

Nomolos wrote:

Waffle27 wrote:

destructo-serpent wrote:

Numo's is kind of a prologue/chapter 1 mix. 

"But his father's last words echoed in his mind, and he turned and swam off toward the stone arch into the vastness of the ocean without looking back."
I think that would be a good place to end the prolouge, if we get Numo's consent.

You already have it. And it's Nomo, not Numo. 

k thanks

domo. got it. 

Waffle27 wrote:

Is it okay if I do Random Fella Updates? I'm really excited about it. Heres the first couple paragraphs:
Slimy moss squished beneath Kimmi’s bare feet, making it feel as if she were walking on a giant frog’s back. As she stepped, it jiggled, acquainting to her movement. Behind her, Prince, her brother, was laughing as he jumped up and down. Each time he landed, it sent Kimmi flying.
    “Stop that!” Kimmi scolded, resisting the urge to giggle as she went soaring up into the air. “What if I land funny? I could really hurt myself.”
    “Oh, loosen up, Kimmi,” Prince chuckled, leaping over to her as if he were an astronaut on the moon. “Have a little fun, for once.”
    “What are you talking about?” Kimmi muttered, shoving her brother, only half teasingly.  “I always have fun!”
    Suddenly there was a small croak of protest. Kimmi looked down, startled. “Oh my goodness,” she said, leaning down and picking up a baby frog. “Look what you almost made me step on!” she said to Prince, before cradling the little creature in her hand. “He looks so dehydrated. Do you have any water?”


~Not part of the book but maybe one day will be: Kimmi would soon regret the day she didn't leave the frog to die.~

And also an Epher Update:
It had been 6 months since the attack on Bual. With each full moon, Epher had traveled to the shore, shed his skin as a seal, and transformed into a human. What was the method behind his madness? Epher went to spy on the evil race of man, learn from them secrets, hoping one would someday lead to the death of the race.
   
I know I already posted the Epher paragraph, but I got no feedback, positive or negative, so I will post it again...Mwahaha, evil!

i like both of them      evilz frogz >:3

Waffle27 wrote:

Indeed >: ) Fella is the frog's name Btw. So far, thepart about finding a frog because I almost stepped on it and the frog being dehydrated is true. I didnt find it in a swamp though, just in some grass.

k.

almost finished compiling the prologue.

Waffle27 wrote:

destructo-serpent wrote:

Waffle27 wrote:

Indeed >: ) Fella is the frog's name Btw. So far, thepart about finding a frog because I almost stepped on it and the frog being dehydrated is true. I didnt find it in a swamp though, just in some grass.

k.

almost finished compiling the prologue.

cool! Then it will officially be the first peice of writing the Arabian Nights has done together!
Will you post it on the wiki when you are done?

yeah, i will. unfortunately, i gtg.    it'll be finished by tommorow afternoon.

Last edited by destructo-serpent (2013-03-21 00:35:56)

oh, wait, i think i may be able to finish it. tonight. possibly. i'll try.

here it is.

Prologue

The sun was shining outside the window when Rarse awoke. He swam out of his clam shell groggily, not fully comprehending what was going on around him. He rubbed his eyes and opened them again, and gasped with horror as he looked above.
A dark shape slid across the surface of the water far above. Mer-people were fleeing the city, and families hid in their sea kelp houses.
Rarse watched in awed fascination as web like shapes fell from the craft. He was pulled to the side as one fell over him, and he turned to see his father, Grupt.
"Don't touch the nets!" he commanded before swimming quickly away. Rarse looked to the side and saw one of the nets fold around a mermaid, she screamed and tried to escape, but to no avail. More fell everywhere, and black ooze drifted from the giant shape.
Another net fell close to Rarse, and he bravely swam under it, ready to face the enemy. But the ropes caught his tail, him arms, his head. He struggled, but it grew tighter. Throwing punches, he tried to weave his way out but to know avail. Yells echoed around him, a flash of silver, and the net fell apart. There was his father again, holding a knife. Rarse recognized it as the one made from the shell of a clam, Grupt had spent hours sharpening the knife, grinding it against the stones to perfection.
"Go!" he yelled, and as Rarse shot away, a net covered Grupt's body also. He tried to cut the ropes with his knife, but it fell from his hand and floated away as the net began rising to the surface.
Rarse swam in circles, destruction all around him. He didn't know which way to go, which way to turn. "Run!" Grupt was still fighting the net, but it began floating upward faster and faster, pulled by a taut rope.
"Get to the stone arch near the walls of the city! Get out before they have you!"
And then he was gone. Too near the surface for Rarse to hear his frantic commands any longer. Too near the surface for Rarse to ever see him again.
Crying all around him, thick black liquid flooding the streets, Rarse swam through the city as fast as he could, dodging the spidery nets landing on houses and mer-people. Reaching the city gate, he looked back one more time, this was his home, where he'd lived with his father for years since his mother died. He couldn't leave the place he'd known as a child. It all seemed so abrupt and unexpected, and Rarse stayed floating on the spot. But his father's last words echoed in his mind, and he turned and swam off toward the stone arch into the vastness of the ocean without looking back.
. . .
Seaserpentine Maximus the Third was training. As the prince of a kingdom, a kingdom of warrior sea serpents, he was required to train for long hours so he could protect his kingdom should the need arise.
Seaserpentine had glimmering scales and three-foot horns bending so they ran parallel to his back. A short dorsal fin rang down his back. His eyes were orange and shone like small suns. He was forty feet long, so if he swam in a circle, a whirlpool would form, big enough to swallow a small human vessel.

The royal family of serpents had a private training yard, in which he was now. He whirled around, his blue-green scales flashed in the dappled sunlight that reached the shallow sea bottom.

Seaserpentine headed straight at a pillar of bright red coral, at the last second altered his trajectory and corkscrewed so the spikes down the top of his neck sliced through the sharp, hard coral.
Then he whirled around, and slammed another pillar of coral to pieces with the weight of his tail. Seaserpentine used his jaws to pick up boulders that lay on the seabed and crushed them between his sword-like teeth.

After training for what seemed like decades, but really only for a few hours, Seaserpentine stopped and drifted lazily in the circular currents of the training yard. He was very tired after training so vigorously.

Seaserpentine also knew that if his brother, Spear, caught him resting; he would come up with some excuse to steal the throne from him. Their father had died scarcely three days ago, and the kingdom was in hushed silence, waiting for the coronation that, by tradition, must be held five days after a king’s death. He, eldest son of the king, would receive the throne. But Spear could not accept that, and was doing everything in his power to get to the throne.

Seasepentine was about to resume training, but was stopped by a wizened old serpent with glimmering red scales and graying horns that swam like a sailfish towards him.

“Coil!” he was calling.”

"Something must be wrong,” Maximus thought. To address the prince as his birth name was a huge breach in etiquette, only acceptable if a matter of great importance was at hand.

Then Coil recognized the serpent. It was his royal advisor, Judicious. Serpent mothers often named their hatchlings after their qualities. Judicious had finally reached Coil, and seemed about to speak. “What is it, Judicious? What’s wrong?” Coil asked him.

“It’s Spear!” Judicious warned him. “Spear is accusing you of murder! You must flee the kingdom now, or you’ll be killed!” 



. . .
The new mother gazed down at her filly. She was floating near her mother's tail, sleeping peacefully. The mother sighed. Little Amaya's father had disappeared after she announced that they would soon be parents. This made her life extremely difficult, as avoiding humans while carrying around a large pearl egg in hooves is not an easy task. 



Most Hippocampi would create a nest, and leave their egg there until it hatched. The problem with this family is that they were far out into sea, and baby Hippocampi need to hatch in warm, shallow water.



At least Amaya was safe. Her dark brown fur melded into brown scales, which turned to an iridescent blue, and finally, to white. Her tail fin was a blinding white, with silver stripes. This worried the mother, as white attracted the eye, and Amaya needed to be able to hide. 



The dreaded humans hunted Cryptids… If they caught her... Who knows what they would do. 



As if to answer this question, the sound of divers swimming through the water caught her attention. The mother awoke Amaya, "Amaya, Amaya, go, quickly, through the escape! Don't come back, they'll catch you. Find other Cryptids!"



Amaya's were opened wide, her blue eyes showing confusion and fear. The mother nuzzled her child, and gently said, "I will always love you. This means you must go, the humans are coming here."


. . .
Foul black water filled the salty sea of Bual, tainting the usual sweet scent of Epher’s home with an unnatural smell. Hovering above the village, a great metal whale, with thin flippers, danced above his head. It was bleeding the opaque fluid.
    “Don’t gaze at it too long,” warned Moria, Epher’s mother. “Dozens of rare Selkie villages have been destroyed by its reeking blood.  I don’t intend Bual to be one of those villages.”
    “Its flippers,” Epher whispered, entranced. “The whale’s flippers have so many gaping holes. What happened to it to make it so mortally wounded?”
    Moria let out an ironic barking laugh. “Whale! No, no, this is another breed, called a Ship. I believe this particular animal is a ‘Fishing Vessel’. Cruel humans force them to catch us in their flippers, or choke us with their blood-specifically called ‘Oil’.”
    “How do you know so much about humans?” asked Epher curiously.
    “I have been up to the human world. It is cruel there, so very cruel.” Moria shuddered. “Collect your father, Epher, and your sister. We shall break out of this village before it breaks us.” Epher nodded, deciding not to question his mother’s orders.
    “Father!” he cried. “Sister!” Sleek, frightened bodies pushed past his as he tried to make his way upstream, to the last place he had seen his father and sister. Stinky “Oil” filled his nostrils, threatening to drown him in his own element. Why didn’t he just give up? Run away? “That’s not what families do,” he muttered through gritted teeth. “I can’t give up. How could I survive without my family there to support me?”
    Empty, black water greeted him when he reached the other side of the mass of bodies. Crying out, Epher searched the sea floor rapidly. Where—where was his family? He wasn’t going to leave without them.
Then, out of the corner of his vision, Epher spotted two motionless shapes. “Oh, Great Neptune, no!” he wailed, swimming over to the bodies. The sight confirmed his fears. Epher’s father and sister were dead.
“Moria!” Epher cried. “Mother, where are you?” The black blood was shrouding his vision. Catching a glimpse of a retreating tail ahead, Epher quickly followed, coughing, eyes watering.
Stumbling as he did so, Epher gasped for fresh, clean, saltwater. There was none. Every corner was filled with the putrid liquid. There was nowhere to turn, no way to escape the masses and masses of oil.
And then he was captured.
. . .
The little filly seemed to understand her mother was protecting her from danger, no matter how heartbreaking it was for both of them. Amaya swam towards the small hole in the cave wall, the opposite direction of the humans. She wriggled through the hole, and broke free into the sea. 



Above her she could see the night sky. She continued further into the sea, keeping her mother’s word in her head.

"Escape. Don't come back. Find other Cryptids. I will always love you."



Amaya swam through the waters for what seemed like hours. She used her tail find most of the time, and used her hooves for changing direction. 



Hours grew into days, days to weeks, weeks to months. She had been relying on the sympathy of ocean life to eat and find temporary shelter from predators. It had been three years since her mother's capture, since her life turned into chaos and... And a mess. Three years was a long time for a hippocampus, in fact, she would be considered an adult.

Amaya kept moving on though, she had to find others.
Eventually, the Cryptid felt the water grow colder then ever before, yet, she seemed safer. She tentatively edged forward, and suddenly felt herself sucked into a strong, warm current. She tried to fight the raging water, but she crashed into a large red and grey stone, and blacked out.



Amaya opened her eyes, slowly, and looked around. Everything was... Distorted. Blurry. Slowly everything became clearer. Suddenly, she blinked, she had to be dreaming.

Less than five minutes swimming away, were other Cryptids.
. . .
“Will you be okay, Judicious?”

“I’ll be fine. Now go! They’re coming!!”

Ten sea serpents practically flew towards him, but they were far enough away that Coil could escape if he went now. He quickly turned and swam away. The guards followed, trying to catch him, but Coil had trained in the royal yard since he was a hatchling, and his tail muscles were incredibly strong.

Coil shot forward like an arrow, the knowledge of what would happen if he stopped his bow. But the guards were fast too. They couldn’t gain on him, but they maintained their distance, and waited for him to tire.

And then Coil saw it. The Fields of Asphodel, which were a huge giant kelp forest, which stretched for miles along the shallow seabed of the reef. They were known to have many shallow caves hidden by the kelp, some of them big enough for even a large sea serpent. They were the perfect hiding place.

Coil quickly altered course and headed straight into the Fields. The flowing green kelp engulfed him. He couldn’t see, couldn’t hear, and couldn’t detect any trace of heat with the organs in his snout. He was lost in the kelp. After he drifted for a moment, his head cleared.

Coil swam around near the seabed until he found a suitable hole. Then he slithered in, curled into a spiral, and slept. 


When Coil awoke, there was no serpent guard dragging him away. He sighed in relief, knowing that they had gone. He swam out of the Fields of Asphodel, somewhat drowsily, and decided to get food, for he had not eaten for a long time. He hunted and caught a whale, and after eating it, set out, away from the kingdom. For days he did this. Then, once, while he sheltering in a kelp bed, eating his catch, he saw a selkie.
. . .
Crystal’s life revolved around one song.

Once he hears to his heart's content, sails on, a wiser man.
We know all the pains that the Greeks and Trojans once endured
on the spreading plain of Troy when the gods willed it so—
all that comes to pass on the fertile earth, we know it all!

However, this was not the way sirens were originally taught. Crystal was the only one who knew this. Apart from the sironment who had cleared the sirens memories for knowing they were being controlled. Perhaps this was where she inherited her callousness. The sironment would arrive at her shell tomorrow. She had no idea how they found out the fact that she knew that sirens were being tricked. They were to wipe out her memory.

“Not this time” she thought “I’ll leave my shell before they can lay one finger on me.”

After her quick fish-soul dinner, she quickly packed up a set of seaweed clothes, her wing shields (with various weapons hidden inside), a jar of fish souls (she hated the things) and a mysterious object that her ancestors had passed down a long time ago. It was a crystal shell, and she did not know why she was taking it with her.

“Maybe it will be of some use.” she exclaimed.

Quietly she walked out of her shell, as she heard the singing of the sleeping sirens. In the distance, she thought she heard a bush rustle. She slowly pulled her sword from her wing. Sure enough, her eyes saw what she had feared they would. The sironment.
. . .

An invisible foe was clutching him in a strong, firm grip. “Let go of me!” he cried, recognizing his capturer as the Fishing Vessel’s fin.
Already, his head was becoming less furry, more human, and unable to take the pressure of the water as the fin brought him closer to the surface. Thrashing wildly in his hopes to escape, Epher didn’t notice as oil leaked into his eyes, his mouth, his nostrils, choking him discreetly in his determination to escape. Air bubbles leaked from his nostrils, almost human eyes rolled back in his head. “Help…Help me,” he whispered. As he spoke, more of the Oil rushed into his mouth, running down the back of his throat, causing it to burn.
    Suddenly, a familiar chestnut brown body was knocking against the side of the net, squirming through the hole, making it just big enough for her pup to fit through. Epher tried to get into a position where he could fit easily through, but was cramped by the fallen bodies of his fellow villagers. “Mom!” he cried.
    Epher struggled in the fin, and watched as Moria dived through the hole, into the netting. Her sleek body fit through the hole perfectly. Positioning herself behind Epher, she began to shove him towards the hole. “Get out!” she said. “If the humans catch you, they will kill you!”
    Breaking free of the flipper, Epher turned to help his mother. It was too late. The fin was already out of the water. “Moria!” he screamed, tears cascading down his cheeks.
    “Be strong, young one,” Moria called.  “Break free and survive! Always remember Bual’s fate!” And with those words, Epher’s mother was gone
. . .
“What are they doing here?” Crystal thought; her heart racing. “Calm down Crystal, you’ve dealt with these fish brains before.”

“We know you are there crystal. It’s a shame for you that we can wipe your memory right here and now.” One of the sirens said hastily.

“You seal skeleton! Don’t you realise what you’re in for? You’re trying to fight the winner of all the siren tournaments over a misunderstanding? You crab! I’ll kill you now!” Crystal declared, and with one wipe, the siren’s head was clean of her shoulders and on the ground. “Hah! Teaches a now-it-all fish brain to mess with me!”

But to her surprise there were more of them. She slashed her sword at them killed groups of them off but still more came. She was starting to feel sick. They slashed their claws at her, they obviously weren’t going to erase her memories, but kill her.

She kept fighting, till they threw her into the black water. Exhausted from the endless battle, she sank, until she was engulfed in the weeds.

When she awoke, she was no longer in the ocean, but rather, lying in sand. in the middle of nowhere. As she looked around, she discovered she was not alone.

Last edited by destructo-serpent (2013-03-21 01:09:57)

You are missing a minor part in Ephers history:
An invisible foe was clutching him in a strong, firm grip. “Let go of me!” he cried, recognizing his capturer as the Fishing Vessel’s fin.
Already, his head was becoming less furry, more human, and unable to take the pressure of the water as the fin brought him closer to the surface. Thrashing wildly in his hopes to escape, Epher didn’t notice as oil leaked into his eyes, his mouth, his nostrils, choking him discreetly in his determination to escape.
Also, this is my mistake, but could you change "Kelpie villages" to "Selkie villages" thanks.

Other thn that, looks good. 

Last edited by Waffle27 (2013-03-21 01:06:05)

Waffle27 wrote:

You are missing a minor part in Ephers history:
An invisible foe was clutching him in a strong, firm grip. “Let go of me!” he cried, recognizing his capturer as the Fishing Vessel’s fin.
Already, his head was becoming less furry, more human, and unable to take the pressure of the water as the fin brought him closer to the surface. Thrashing wildly in his hopes to escape, Epher didn’t notice as oil leaked into his eyes, his mouth, his nostrils, choking him discreetly in his determination to escape.
Also, this is my mistake, but could you change "Kelpie villages" to "Selkie villages" thanks.

Other thn that, looks good. 

fixed it.

our first chapter!                          

Waffle27 wrote:

destructo-serpent wrote:

Waffle27 wrote:

You are missing a minor part in Ephers history:
An invisible foe was clutching him in a strong, firm grip. “Let go of me!” he cried, recognizing his capturer as the Fishing Vessel’s fin.
Already, his head was becoming less furry, more human, and unable to take the pressure of the water as the fin brought him closer to the surface. Thrashing wildly in his hopes to escape, Epher didn’t notice as oil leaked into his eyes, his mouth, his nostrils, choking him discreetly in his determination to escape.
Also, this is my mistake, but could you change "Kelpie villages" to "Selkie villages" thanks.

Other than that, looks good. 

fixed it.

our first chapter!                          

YES!!! This is awesome, another milestone btw       
Did I fix the front page? My computer never shows weird mistakes like that...

yeah, it's fixed.