Bura Bura Wyrd
Jun 26, 2018 15:04:09 GMT -5
Post by Bura Bura Wyrd on Jun 26, 2018 15:04:09 GMT -5
"Uwaaaauw! I hope this place has bananas!"
Full Name: Bura Bura Wyrd
Alias/Nickname: “Banana-Lover”
Race: Fishman/Mink (Longhorn Cowfish/Mountain Goat)
Gender: Male
Age: 19
Faction: Pirate
Appearance: (514)
In this big, beautiful world, there are a lot of wonderful things. It is only natural that there’d be a lot of horrifying things, secrets to be unravelled and treasures to find. There are also bizarre thing. Bura Bura Wyrd, true it his name, is one of those weird and wonderful things. He towers above an average human, around thirty nine feet, he’d be unable to fit through most buildings due to his immense height. Such height also comes with problems such as weight, he is immensely heavy, though about the average weight of what a person should weight- bumped up to match him. He has a rather strange complexion, just a tinge of yellow which'd cover his skin if not for the swirling patterns around his body, which are a grey-ish blue colour. One tattoo is almost like a heart shape, on his left cheek. There are two striped ones on both sides of his jaw, and one down his right eye.
He has a sharp, narrow jawline with a small nose. On his forehead, he has a sharp looing horn that stretches out past his hair, with goat ears on either side. He has a head of messy brown hair. He often holds an earnest, determined smile which often breaks out into a larger, kind one when meeting someone. Around his neck are multiple chokers connected to a brass pendant that was supposed to be a sewer lid. He is almost always wet due to his size and fishman heritage of loving to stay in the sea. As such, his clothes tend to cling to his form, especially around the torso and belly area, where he wears a large, yellow piece of cloth and a red half-top around his shoulders and very upper body. The yellow cloth drapes down to just below his knees, and over his groin is another brass covering that was supposed to be a roof for a gazebo. His hips and the sides of his backside are bare, as well as most of his arms and shoulders. He wears two wristguards made from who know what’s leather, as well as some bandages underneath so they don’t rub.
His arm muscles are very compact, to the point of seeming very thin. Swimming, especially with one his size, takes a lot of strength to do, as such, most of his weight in the mass compartment comes from muscle. This makes his arms appear rather thin compared to his lower body, but just about right next to his chest and stomach. However, most of his strength comes from his legs, which he uses to climb and swim most of the time, having powerful thighs. Compared to his upper body, his lower one is.. Large, and a bit wide. Due to his fishy heritage, he also has a slit on his groin from which whatever is down there may retreat into, giving it the appearance of being completely genderless, or a eunuch most of the time. From just below his knee downward, he has a mess of shaggy hair and cloven hoofs.
Hair Color: Brown.
Eye Color: Pale Blue
Height: 39’4ft.
Weight: 1480.5lbs
Personality: (542)
Bura Bura Wyrd is a very, very gullible person. As if having some Dwarf DNA in him, he will believe almost anything people say, even if it seems a little weird to do so. Tell him that orphanage is bad, and it should be demolished, and he’ll believe it, and even try to dismantle it if someone told him to, and offered a few bananas in return. Speaking of which, his second biggest trait is his love for bananas. He absolutely, unequivocally adores them, to the point of addiction. If he sees a banana, he’ll do almost anything barring suicide for it. He can get rather unreasonable if denied a banana, throwing a little bit of a temper tantrum until he gets what he wants, or he gets tired. If it’s been long enough since he had one of the fruits, he may even try to snatch a bundle away from someone, resorting to outright stealing. Woe be to anyone, for any reason, wearing a banana suit.
Other than his banana episodes, he’s quite pacific, finding fighting to be spooky since people get hurt. Due to having a rather coddled lifestyle when he was younger, any pain at all is bound to make him upset, due to not being used to it. He#s almost childlike in his methods to defend himself, either trying to nudge people away from him, or just relying on his larger frame and hoofed feet to nudge or kick people away. If they really get his goat, he may try to bump them away with his arm, shoulder, butt, hips, shin, or entire body. He gets delighted when a person wants to speak with him, especially if they’re at least almost as tall as him. Anyone who can reach up to his hip he takes an especial liking to due to their height.
Due to his gullibility, he is very forgiving if the person seems (or acts) remorseful about what they’ve done, it’d take a rather despicable person to gain his lasting ire. If he decides he really, really doesn’t like someone, he’ll declare it every time they meet to remind himself. He has four tiers of relationship.
Archnemesis<Frenemy<Friend<Superfriend<ArchFriendysis.
Archnemesi are the ones who, as written, have earned his everlasting ire, he’ll pretend to ignore them, try to nudget hem away whenever possible, and deny their bananas. A frenemy is someone who’s attacking him, but can still perhaps be called a friend in the future, so it’s more of a temporary dislike, even if they hurt or bump him up a little. Friend is the typical starting relationship tier everyone is in when he first meets them, he’ll be warm, happy and accepting of them, even if they look a bit creepy, he wants to be friends with everyone. A superfriend is one where he thinks they’re the best of friends, knows them, and would like to meet them again in the future. An ArchFriendysis is reserved only for his bested, most happy-to-be-with friend, he’ll try to glomp that particular person at any opportunity, especially when they meet.
Likes: (288)
Bananas: Bura loves bananas. He can't help himself when they are nearby, he just has to eat them, no matter how small they may be, or how many there are. Of course, his banana addiction isn't omniscient, he can't smell them from far away, but if he sees one, or even something that looks like one, he'll be after it. He'll trust anyone who brings him bananas, even someone who's been proven to be untrustworthy. Just about the only time he wouldn't eat a banana is when he's deathly ill, or the person offering one he knows to be particularly vile. You must be a pretty bad person, or it to be a very bad situation for him to pass on a banana.
Climbing/Swimming: He's a fishman, thus he likes swimming. He's also a mink of the mountain goat variety, therefore, he also loves climbing. Unfortunately, he's also a little big, so there aren't many things he can actually climb. His hooves, though liable to making him easy to trip up, are very useful for climbing rocky cliffs such as the red line, provided he has the energy to scale it.
Nice People: He likes nice people. Give him a banana, and you may as well be a saint.
Ships: Bura likes ships, the idea of having something that can carry him around without having to swim all the time intrigues him. It is his life goal to have the world’s biggest, strongest and best ship.
People as big as him: There aren't many who are as tall or big in general as he, especially in the blues. He tends to like people who make him feel more like them, therefore he won't feel so lonely.
Dislikes: (218)
Pain/Fighting Bura doesn’t exactly enjoy pain, due to his previous lifestyle. Despite being well over thirty feet tall, he’s got a particularly low tolerance for being hit, struck, falling, and so forth. As such, he doesn’t like fighting either, since he’s more likely to be hurt that way, as well as being a big target, not to mention he doesn’t like watching others hurt each other as well, even just for sparring.
Spicy Foods: Tying into his dislike of pain in general, he also doesn’t like food that’ll hurt him, such as spicy ones. If he were to even eat a regular chilli for humans, he’d find the sharp pain on his tongue to be unbearable, often breaking out into a sweat and his face turning red, blowing smoke out of his mouth.
Being Caged: He doesn’t enjoy being caged and confined to a singular space. He likes to stretch his legs, go swimming and so forth. He wouldn’t really understand why someone would want to cage or tie him up in general, and would constantly wiggle to free himself, calling for help and so forth. He would bump someone who tried to capture him down a tier.
Moral Alignment: Chaotic Good
History: 1733 (Entirety) 1008 (Just spoilers) 725 (Non-spoilers)
Specimen Forty-Two. Code 41/256/Yellow.
Day One.
Success! We have finally procured both a Fishman female, and a Mink male for testing. The former is an Koi, proud and graceful- apparently the slave hunters had lost a few men trying to take her down! The latter a Black-Footed cat mink, smaller than the Koi by well more than half, they should both produce some good offspring to sell to the Celestial Dragons. I don’t think many other slavers have been able to get their hands on both a Fishman AND a mink, much less intermingle them, so we should gain a huge profit.
Specimen Forty-Two. Code 41/256/Yellow.
Day Five.
No such luck. Both specimens have been trying to starve themselves rather than breed. How dare they? Do they not know their offspring will be sold to the rulers of this world? Telling them this only seemed to harden their resolve. Why? We will have to move on to testing.
Specimen Forty-Two. Code 41/256/Yellow.
Day Fifteen
Finally, after two weeks of trying to get them to intermingle through whatever means necessary, their will is finally broken. This will be the last message until the baby is born, any updates on the pregnancy will be placed in code 41/257/YellowOne.
Specimen Forty-Two. Code 41/256/Yellow.
Day Two Hundred and Ninety Nine.
The baby is born! It appears to be genderless at the moment, but that may be due to physiological differences between Fishmen, Minks and Humans. The Mink had black strikes and greyish fur, while the Fishwoman had red stripes and white skin. This one has chalk white skin, which is to be expected, but its stripes are greyish. At the moment, it looks simply like a fish with a human head, but perhaps that’ll change over the next coming days or weeks, it has to. Though, perhaps the Nobles will be interested in a fish with a human head?
Specimen Forty-Two. Code 41/256/Yellow.
Year 1.
We have switched to a year system as keeping track of all of the days will be too troublesome. After several months, the specimen is finally starting to grow. It appears to have hoofs and horns, which was strange, as the two species it was born from had neither. Gender is still indiscernible.
Specimen Forty-Two. Code 41/256/Yellow.
Year 2.
It has finally learned how to walk, though I attribute its difficulty to its hoofs. We suspect that Fishman or Mink DNA works in many ways other than humans. For example, an orca fishwoman who we also captured gave birth to a blowfish. Unfortunately, it awakened the maternal instinct within her and she was far too strong for us to contain, thus she escaped. Security has tightened up a lot since then, and we are hoping for more mixed-bred children.
Specimen Forty-Two. Code 41/256/Yellow.
Year 6.
After several years of testing, the subject is starting to grow rapidly. Over the last couple of weeks, it has grown several inches, and we constantly have to fit new clothes. We are assuming it to be a female due to its facial features and lack of male genitalia, however we fear it may be genderless due to a lack of female ones too. The other children are marginally better, though don’t look as endearing as the first.
Specimen Forty-Two. Code 41/256/Yellow.
Year 12.
This may have been a mistake. The specimen, who calls itself Bura Bura after a guard tried to “tease” it, has grown to an extraordinary height, to the point where I can safely classify it as a giant at twenty feet. We tried just feeding it mass produced gruel to stifle its growth, but it just kept on doing so anyway, albeit looking somewhat malnourished. We also have started giving it bananas for potassium, and the fact that they grow naturally and in abundance. Its siblings vary a bit more, some being small, others being large, but none are nearly as big as it. We have had to move it to an outside, temporary location, unfortunately demolishing the old containment cell due to it being unable to fit through the door frame. We did not take into account the width of its hip section.
Specimen Forty-Two. Code 41/256/Yellow.
Year 14.
It has picked up another addition to its name. Apparently one of the security guards had called it “Weird”, and now it thinks it is called that too. It now calls itself Bura Bura Wyrd. Very strange. Due to its upbringing, it still appears somewhat childish, though it does have a good understanding of the common language, it spelling is worse than a dyslexic, not that it will need to do so. Who knows how long it will last under a Dragon? It has grown to almost thirty feet, I fear it will never stop growing.
Specimen Forty-Two. Code 41/256/Yellow.
Year 17.
It finally stopped growing at thirty seven and a half feet. About time too, as we’re just about ready to send it to the auction. Next year, we will have gained a tidy profit. It has a very trusting nature, perhaps due to the Dwarves we had captured and tricked them into looking after our specimens as carers. We were easily able to convince it to stay within our perimeters, and to not wander off. Thus, it was able to get exercise, and looked much healthier than it did before.
Specimen Forty-Two. Code 41/256/Yellow.
Year 18.
It fell off. It fell off the red line as we were getting ready to move it. The rocks crumbled benath its feet and it fell down into the blues. Due to the height of the cliff, I very much doubt it survived. Years of work was wasted, and the Dwarves were hysterical. We said we were sending a search party, but we very much do not want to tug up the corpse. Good thing we had the siblings as backups. Hopefully the one that looks like a lamb will sell well enough to cover our expenses.
Bura was falling. He looked around, not quite understanding his circumstance, but it felt bad. “Uwaaah?!” He gasped. The earth was moving as such a rapid pace. He once fell over, and that hurt, he didn’t like it. Where were the nice little people? Were they still with the other little people? “Help!” He yelped, waving his arms frantically. Falling from this distance is bound to hurt! The clouds parted, and he saw something brilliant and blue beneath him. “Woooah..” He murmured in awe as it came ever closer. It looked to be water, and entire.. Pool of it, was it the ocean? He’d heard about it, but never seen it. Water didn’t hurt that much, once he jumped in and made a splash, though his carers got mad about it.
“So PRETTY!” He gasped, waving his arms out as he fell, the wind was blasting his face, but he didn’t care. He swept hair away from his face. But would it stop his descent? He should at least make sure it wouldn’t hurt. He looked around, the cliff from which he fell was right behind him. Maybe he should.. Kick at it? Then he could push his hands forward like when his brothers and sisters dived, it wouldn’t make as much of a splash. He took a deep breath before kicking the wall. It launched him forward, rather than all of his weight falling down, it was shifted to the side, slowing his fall drastically, his stomach felt weird because of it. He made a big splash in the water, although it wasn’t as bad as it could have been, it still hurt like heck. “Ow! OWOWOWOWOWOWOW! OOOOWWWWWHH!” He yelped and groaned, writhing in the water. It was kind of salty, but he felt like he could get used to it, but now his stomach, arms, legs and face hurt more than anything he was used to. When he finally got over the pain, he sniffled, looking around. He could climb back up, but this was the first chance he’d had to fully explore. They wouldn’t mind if he just.. Took a few days off, right?
He began to swim away. After a few hours, he began to get hungry. Pouting a little, he looked around. There was something on the horizon, something a little big. Could it be like him? He excitedly swam toward it, only to be disappointed when he saw it was made of wood. It had a white and blue flag on it. “Mah..Reen.” He said slowly. What was a Mahreen? He swam closer, only to hear yells, and something shot past his face, exploding behind him. “Uwaaaa?!” He gasped. Was it ATTACKING him? He dived beneath the waters, avoiding more shots as he swam below it. Did they.. Hate him? What were they doing? Maybe if he just asked them for some food, maybe they’d stop. Or.. Maybe they were just hungry? He always got grumpy when HE was hungry. He looked around, noticing a fish near him. He liked fish, though not as much as the bananas. He tried to grab for it, but recoiled once it started swimming away. “Eeeeew! It moved!” He looked up, the wooden thing was gone too. “Aaaugh! The thingie’s gone!” After resurfacing, he saw it was moving away. He sighed dejectedly, and continued swimming.
He was starting to get famished. He saw something else beneath the water, it looked big. He swam toward it, only to find it was a mound of earth climbing upward. Was that an Island? He stepped onto hard ground, up and onto a sandy shore. He looked around, seeing a glint of yellow. “BANANAS!” He gasped, diving for them as he shoved a bundle into his mouth. “Mnnngghhhsoghuuuud!” He squealed. Maybe having a look around wasn’t so bad after all, especially if more of these places had bananas. Maybe.. Maybe he’ll take an extended break from.. Whatever they were doing for him. He snickered childishly, like an imp. He may as well have fun now that he was free!
Face Claim: Original Artwork.
Alias/Nickname: “Banana-Lover”
Race: Fishman/Mink (Longhorn Cowfish/Mountain Goat)
Gender: Male
Age: 19
Faction: Pirate
Appearance: (514)
In this big, beautiful world, there are a lot of wonderful things. It is only natural that there’d be a lot of horrifying things, secrets to be unravelled and treasures to find. There are also bizarre thing. Bura Bura Wyrd, true it his name, is one of those weird and wonderful things. He towers above an average human, around thirty nine feet, he’d be unable to fit through most buildings due to his immense height. Such height also comes with problems such as weight, he is immensely heavy, though about the average weight of what a person should weight- bumped up to match him. He has a rather strange complexion, just a tinge of yellow which'd cover his skin if not for the swirling patterns around his body, which are a grey-ish blue colour. One tattoo is almost like a heart shape, on his left cheek. There are two striped ones on both sides of his jaw, and one down his right eye.
He has a sharp, narrow jawline with a small nose. On his forehead, he has a sharp looing horn that stretches out past his hair, with goat ears on either side. He has a head of messy brown hair. He often holds an earnest, determined smile which often breaks out into a larger, kind one when meeting someone. Around his neck are multiple chokers connected to a brass pendant that was supposed to be a sewer lid. He is almost always wet due to his size and fishman heritage of loving to stay in the sea. As such, his clothes tend to cling to his form, especially around the torso and belly area, where he wears a large, yellow piece of cloth and a red half-top around his shoulders and very upper body. The yellow cloth drapes down to just below his knees, and over his groin is another brass covering that was supposed to be a roof for a gazebo. His hips and the sides of his backside are bare, as well as most of his arms and shoulders. He wears two wristguards made from who know what’s leather, as well as some bandages underneath so they don’t rub.
His arm muscles are very compact, to the point of seeming very thin. Swimming, especially with one his size, takes a lot of strength to do, as such, most of his weight in the mass compartment comes from muscle. This makes his arms appear rather thin compared to his lower body, but just about right next to his chest and stomach. However, most of his strength comes from his legs, which he uses to climb and swim most of the time, having powerful thighs. Compared to his upper body, his lower one is.. Large, and a bit wide. Due to his fishy heritage, he also has a slit on his groin from which whatever is down there may retreat into, giving it the appearance of being completely genderless, or a eunuch most of the time. From just below his knee downward, he has a mess of shaggy hair and cloven hoofs.
Hair Color: Brown.
Eye Color: Pale Blue
Height: 39’4ft.
Weight: 1480.5lbs
Personality: (542)
Bura Bura Wyrd is a very, very gullible person. As if having some Dwarf DNA in him, he will believe almost anything people say, even if it seems a little weird to do so. Tell him that orphanage is bad, and it should be demolished, and he’ll believe it, and even try to dismantle it if someone told him to, and offered a few bananas in return. Speaking of which, his second biggest trait is his love for bananas. He absolutely, unequivocally adores them, to the point of addiction. If he sees a banana, he’ll do almost anything barring suicide for it. He can get rather unreasonable if denied a banana, throwing a little bit of a temper tantrum until he gets what he wants, or he gets tired. If it’s been long enough since he had one of the fruits, he may even try to snatch a bundle away from someone, resorting to outright stealing. Woe be to anyone, for any reason, wearing a banana suit.
Other than his banana episodes, he’s quite pacific, finding fighting to be spooky since people get hurt. Due to having a rather coddled lifestyle when he was younger, any pain at all is bound to make him upset, due to not being used to it. He#s almost childlike in his methods to defend himself, either trying to nudge people away from him, or just relying on his larger frame and hoofed feet to nudge or kick people away. If they really get his goat, he may try to bump them away with his arm, shoulder, butt, hips, shin, or entire body. He gets delighted when a person wants to speak with him, especially if they’re at least almost as tall as him. Anyone who can reach up to his hip he takes an especial liking to due to their height.
Due to his gullibility, he is very forgiving if the person seems (or acts) remorseful about what they’ve done, it’d take a rather despicable person to gain his lasting ire. If he decides he really, really doesn’t like someone, he’ll declare it every time they meet to remind himself. He has four tiers of relationship.
Archnemesis<Frenemy<Friend<Superfriend<ArchFriendysis.
Archnemesi are the ones who, as written, have earned his everlasting ire, he’ll pretend to ignore them, try to nudget hem away whenever possible, and deny their bananas. A frenemy is someone who’s attacking him, but can still perhaps be called a friend in the future, so it’s more of a temporary dislike, even if they hurt or bump him up a little. Friend is the typical starting relationship tier everyone is in when he first meets them, he’ll be warm, happy and accepting of them, even if they look a bit creepy, he wants to be friends with everyone. A superfriend is one where he thinks they’re the best of friends, knows them, and would like to meet them again in the future. An ArchFriendysis is reserved only for his bested, most happy-to-be-with friend, he’ll try to glomp that particular person at any opportunity, especially when they meet.
Likes: (288)
Bananas: Bura loves bananas. He can't help himself when they are nearby, he just has to eat them, no matter how small they may be, or how many there are. Of course, his banana addiction isn't omniscient, he can't smell them from far away, but if he sees one, or even something that looks like one, he'll be after it. He'll trust anyone who brings him bananas, even someone who's been proven to be untrustworthy. Just about the only time he wouldn't eat a banana is when he's deathly ill, or the person offering one he knows to be particularly vile. You must be a pretty bad person, or it to be a very bad situation for him to pass on a banana.
Climbing/Swimming: He's a fishman, thus he likes swimming. He's also a mink of the mountain goat variety, therefore, he also loves climbing. Unfortunately, he's also a little big, so there aren't many things he can actually climb. His hooves, though liable to making him easy to trip up, are very useful for climbing rocky cliffs such as the red line, provided he has the energy to scale it.
Nice People: He likes nice people. Give him a banana, and you may as well be a saint.
Ships: Bura likes ships, the idea of having something that can carry him around without having to swim all the time intrigues him. It is his life goal to have the world’s biggest, strongest and best ship.
People as big as him: There aren't many who are as tall or big in general as he, especially in the blues. He tends to like people who make him feel more like them, therefore he won't feel so lonely.
Dislikes: (218)
Pain/Fighting Bura doesn’t exactly enjoy pain, due to his previous lifestyle. Despite being well over thirty feet tall, he’s got a particularly low tolerance for being hit, struck, falling, and so forth. As such, he doesn’t like fighting either, since he’s more likely to be hurt that way, as well as being a big target, not to mention he doesn’t like watching others hurt each other as well, even just for sparring.
Spicy Foods: Tying into his dislike of pain in general, he also doesn’t like food that’ll hurt him, such as spicy ones. If he were to even eat a regular chilli for humans, he’d find the sharp pain on his tongue to be unbearable, often breaking out into a sweat and his face turning red, blowing smoke out of his mouth.
Being Caged: He doesn’t enjoy being caged and confined to a singular space. He likes to stretch his legs, go swimming and so forth. He wouldn’t really understand why someone would want to cage or tie him up in general, and would constantly wiggle to free himself, calling for help and so forth. He would bump someone who tried to capture him down a tier.
Moral Alignment: Chaotic Good
History: 1733 (Entirety) 1008 (Just spoilers) 725 (Non-spoilers)
Specimen Forty-Two. Code 41/256/Yellow.
Day One.
Success! We have finally procured both a Fishman female, and a Mink male for testing. The former is an Koi, proud and graceful- apparently the slave hunters had lost a few men trying to take her down! The latter a Black-Footed cat mink, smaller than the Koi by well more than half, they should both produce some good offspring to sell to the Celestial Dragons. I don’t think many other slavers have been able to get their hands on both a Fishman AND a mink, much less intermingle them, so we should gain a huge profit.
Specimen Forty-Two. Code 41/256/Yellow.
Day Five.
No such luck. Both specimens have been trying to starve themselves rather than breed. How dare they? Do they not know their offspring will be sold to the rulers of this world? Telling them this only seemed to harden their resolve. Why? We will have to move on to testing.
Specimen Forty-Two. Code 41/256/Yellow.
Day Fifteen
Finally, after two weeks of trying to get them to intermingle through whatever means necessary, their will is finally broken. This will be the last message until the baby is born, any updates on the pregnancy will be placed in code 41/257/YellowOne.
Specimen Forty-Two. Code 41/256/Yellow.
Day Two Hundred and Ninety Nine.
The baby is born! It appears to be genderless at the moment, but that may be due to physiological differences between Fishmen, Minks and Humans. The Mink had black strikes and greyish fur, while the Fishwoman had red stripes and white skin. This one has chalk white skin, which is to be expected, but its stripes are greyish. At the moment, it looks simply like a fish with a human head, but perhaps that’ll change over the next coming days or weeks, it has to. Though, perhaps the Nobles will be interested in a fish with a human head?
Specimen Forty-Two. Code 41/256/Yellow.
Year 1.
We have switched to a year system as keeping track of all of the days will be too troublesome. After several months, the specimen is finally starting to grow. It appears to have hoofs and horns, which was strange, as the two species it was born from had neither. Gender is still indiscernible.
Specimen Forty-Two. Code 41/256/Yellow.
Year 2.
It has finally learned how to walk, though I attribute its difficulty to its hoofs. We suspect that Fishman or Mink DNA works in many ways other than humans. For example, an orca fishwoman who we also captured gave birth to a blowfish. Unfortunately, it awakened the maternal instinct within her and she was far too strong for us to contain, thus she escaped. Security has tightened up a lot since then, and we are hoping for more mixed-bred children.
Specimen Forty-Two. Code 41/256/Yellow.
Year 6.
After several years of testing, the subject is starting to grow rapidly. Over the last couple of weeks, it has grown several inches, and we constantly have to fit new clothes. We are assuming it to be a female due to its facial features and lack of male genitalia, however we fear it may be genderless due to a lack of female ones too. The other children are marginally better, though don’t look as endearing as the first.
Specimen Forty-Two. Code 41/256/Yellow.
Year 12.
This may have been a mistake. The specimen, who calls itself Bura Bura after a guard tried to “tease” it, has grown to an extraordinary height, to the point where I can safely classify it as a giant at twenty feet. We tried just feeding it mass produced gruel to stifle its growth, but it just kept on doing so anyway, albeit looking somewhat malnourished. We also have started giving it bananas for potassium, and the fact that they grow naturally and in abundance. Its siblings vary a bit more, some being small, others being large, but none are nearly as big as it. We have had to move it to an outside, temporary location, unfortunately demolishing the old containment cell due to it being unable to fit through the door frame. We did not take into account the width of its hip section.
Specimen Forty-Two. Code 41/256/Yellow.
Year 14.
It has picked up another addition to its name. Apparently one of the security guards had called it “Weird”, and now it thinks it is called that too. It now calls itself Bura Bura Wyrd. Very strange. Due to its upbringing, it still appears somewhat childish, though it does have a good understanding of the common language, it spelling is worse than a dyslexic, not that it will need to do so. Who knows how long it will last under a Dragon? It has grown to almost thirty feet, I fear it will never stop growing.
Specimen Forty-Two. Code 41/256/Yellow.
Year 17.
It finally stopped growing at thirty seven and a half feet. About time too, as we’re just about ready to send it to the auction. Next year, we will have gained a tidy profit. It has a very trusting nature, perhaps due to the Dwarves we had captured and tricked them into looking after our specimens as carers. We were easily able to convince it to stay within our perimeters, and to not wander off. Thus, it was able to get exercise, and looked much healthier than it did before.
Specimen Forty-Two. Code 41/256/Yellow.
Year 18.
It fell off. It fell off the red line as we were getting ready to move it. The rocks crumbled benath its feet and it fell down into the blues. Due to the height of the cliff, I very much doubt it survived. Years of work was wasted, and the Dwarves were hysterical. We said we were sending a search party, but we very much do not want to tug up the corpse. Good thing we had the siblings as backups. Hopefully the one that looks like a lamb will sell well enough to cover our expenses.
Bura was falling. He looked around, not quite understanding his circumstance, but it felt bad. “Uwaaah?!” He gasped. The earth was moving as such a rapid pace. He once fell over, and that hurt, he didn’t like it. Where were the nice little people? Were they still with the other little people? “Help!” He yelped, waving his arms frantically. Falling from this distance is bound to hurt! The clouds parted, and he saw something brilliant and blue beneath him. “Woooah..” He murmured in awe as it came ever closer. It looked to be water, and entire.. Pool of it, was it the ocean? He’d heard about it, but never seen it. Water didn’t hurt that much, once he jumped in and made a splash, though his carers got mad about it.
“So PRETTY!” He gasped, waving his arms out as he fell, the wind was blasting his face, but he didn’t care. He swept hair away from his face. But would it stop his descent? He should at least make sure it wouldn’t hurt. He looked around, the cliff from which he fell was right behind him. Maybe he should.. Kick at it? Then he could push his hands forward like when his brothers and sisters dived, it wouldn’t make as much of a splash. He took a deep breath before kicking the wall. It launched him forward, rather than all of his weight falling down, it was shifted to the side, slowing his fall drastically, his stomach felt weird because of it. He made a big splash in the water, although it wasn’t as bad as it could have been, it still hurt like heck. “Ow! OWOWOWOWOWOWOW! OOOOWWWWWHH!” He yelped and groaned, writhing in the water. It was kind of salty, but he felt like he could get used to it, but now his stomach, arms, legs and face hurt more than anything he was used to. When he finally got over the pain, he sniffled, looking around. He could climb back up, but this was the first chance he’d had to fully explore. They wouldn’t mind if he just.. Took a few days off, right?
He began to swim away. After a few hours, he began to get hungry. Pouting a little, he looked around. There was something on the horizon, something a little big. Could it be like him? He excitedly swam toward it, only to be disappointed when he saw it was made of wood. It had a white and blue flag on it. “Mah..Reen.” He said slowly. What was a Mahreen? He swam closer, only to hear yells, and something shot past his face, exploding behind him. “Uwaaaa?!” He gasped. Was it ATTACKING him? He dived beneath the waters, avoiding more shots as he swam below it. Did they.. Hate him? What were they doing? Maybe if he just asked them for some food, maybe they’d stop. Or.. Maybe they were just hungry? He always got grumpy when HE was hungry. He looked around, noticing a fish near him. He liked fish, though not as much as the bananas. He tried to grab for it, but recoiled once it started swimming away. “Eeeeew! It moved!” He looked up, the wooden thing was gone too. “Aaaugh! The thingie’s gone!” After resurfacing, he saw it was moving away. He sighed dejectedly, and continued swimming.
He was starting to get famished. He saw something else beneath the water, it looked big. He swam toward it, only to find it was a mound of earth climbing upward. Was that an Island? He stepped onto hard ground, up and onto a sandy shore. He looked around, seeing a glint of yellow. “BANANAS!” He gasped, diving for them as he shoved a bundle into his mouth. “Mnnngghhhsoghuuuud!” He squealed. Maybe having a look around wasn’t so bad after all, especially if more of these places had bananas. Maybe.. Maybe he’ll take an extended break from.. Whatever they were doing for him. He snickered childishly, like an imp. He may as well have fun now that he was free!
Face Claim: Original Artwork.
