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(typing fast because my keyboard is not long for this world)

(The water is filling in the whirlpool, not leaving it.)

Out of the murky darkness, something enormous moves through the shadows.  It slowly emerges into the light; a massive, gaping maw, ringed with thousands of small teeth, larger than a football stadium.  Behind it follows a long, segmented body, like some kind of bloated, drowned worm, slowly propelling itself towards Famen.  Flickering clusters of yellow eyes glow through the black, illuminating patches of dark purple carapace.  The taste of blood fills the water; this monstrosity lived to kill, and spent every second of its life doing so.  This was death incarnate.  Famen's thoughts and those of the Tursai matched up perfectly; they were both absolutely terrified.

"Hi!"  It says in a friendly voice.

(do i have to fill the character form here?)

Name:Richard

Race:Human

History (if you want to keep a secret, that's fine.):Wears a chicken mask, Knows everything about strings.
Personality: Terribly unstable, but calm most of the time.
Appearance: Human like with a chicken mask on

Strengths:Knows how to fight and live wihtout water longer...Needs to eat a lot(But a lot)
Weaknesses:Food, darkness
Etc:Sometimes rips appart paintings

13 hours ago, Lord_Battal said:

(typing fast because my keyboard is not long for this world)

(The water is filling in the whirlpool, not leaving it.)

Out of the murky darkness, something enormous moves through the shadows.  It slowly emerges into the light; a massive, gaping maw, ringed with thousands of small teeth, larger than a football stadium.  Behind it follows a long, segmented body, like some kind of bloated, drowned worm, slowly propelling itself towards Famen.  Flickering clusters of yellow eyes glow through the black, illuminating patches of dark purple carapace.  The taste of blood fills the water; this monstrosity lived to kill, and spent every second of its life doing so.  This was death incarnate.  Famen's thoughts and those of the Tursai matched up perfectly; they were both absolutely terrified.

"Hi!"  It says in a friendly voice.

 

Eventually the dragon finished cleaning off the deck and anyone who got particularly messy, and plopped down at the end of the ship with a grunt. After a moment of examining her leg wound, she started licking it. She wasn't sure why she, and other animals for that matter, often had the urge to lick their wounds. She assumed it wouldn't be an instinctual action if it didn't have a purpose though.

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