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The waves gently lapped at the shores, near the East Isle Village. Slowly lulling the islanders to sleep. All expect for a small leporid nyulop shivering in his bed. The more he tired to ignore the waves the louder they seemed to echo. Oliver put his hands on his ears hoping to stop it. The memories slowly engulfing his conscience. His lungs ached in phantom pain. He gasped trying to keep his air. He knew he was safe now with both his feet on solid ground. Though, he couldn't shake the thought of waking up underwater from his mind. The phantom weight of water returned to his body. The inability to move and the fogginess of his mind. He sat in his corner panting trying to forget these feelings.
He took a deep breath trying to remind himself, he was safe. He had washed up ashore the Isle of Xaaida. While, he didn't remember anything but the drowning and waking up on Xaaida, he knew he was safe. He had to keep repeating to himself for assurance. They didn't even question taking him in and raising him. They said that fate had allowed him to come to Xaaida. That the ocean had protected him. He was calmer now thinking about the loving islanders. They had given him a tribal mark as prof that he belonged with them.
Oliver glanced back at the ocean marking on his hip. It seemed like a sick joke, but the islanders truly believed the ocean had saved him. Oliver the Ocean Born Nyulop, not that anyone truly believed he was ocean born. Oliver hid under one of his blankets. The ocean waves now seemed calmer, less intoxicating. He closed his eyes and breathed out slowly. He knew the others tried hard to convince him of this connection to the ocean, but he just felt like it was out to kill him. He still hasn't stepped back into the water since he came ashore. It was to difficult to even sleep with the noise, let alone step into it again. His breath began to slow as he got more comfortable and before he knew it, he was asleep again.
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I'm really proud of this drawing. It was a lot of fun and I experimented a bit with things.

Fullbody +15 Exp
Shaded +15

Detailed Background +55 EXP

363 Words +10 EXP
95 EXP Total

Oliver 15 Exp -----> 110 EXP 1 LVL

Description

Whistler Tracker docs.google.com/spreadsheets/d…

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The waves gently lapped at the shores, near the East Isle Village. Slowly lulling the islanders to sleep. All expect for a small leporid nyulop shivering in his bed. The more he tired to ignore the waves the louder they seemed to echo. Oliver put his hands on his ears hoping to stop it. The memories slowly engulfing his conscience. His lungs ached in phantom pain. He gasped trying to keep his air. He knew he was safe now with both his feet on solid ground. Though, he couldn't shake the thought of waking up underwater from his mind. The phantom weight of water returned to his body. The inability to move and the fogginess of his mind. He sat in his corner panting trying to forget these feelings.
He took a deep breath trying to remind himself, he was safe. He had washed up ashore the Isle of Xaaida. While, he didn't remember anything but the drowning and waking up on Xaaida, he knew he was safe. He had to keep repeating to himself for assurance. They didn't even question taking him in and raising him. They said that fate had allowed him to come to Xaaida. That the ocean had protected him. He was calmer now thinking about the loving islanders. They had given him a tribal mark as prof that he belonged with them.
Oliver glanced back at the ocean marking on his hip. It seemed like a sick joke, but the islanders truly believed the ocean had saved him. Oliver the Ocean Born Nyulop, not that anyone truly believed he was ocean born. Oliver hid under one of his blankets. The ocean waves now seemed calmer, less intoxicating. He closed his eyes and breathed out slowly. He knew the others tried hard to convince him of this connection to the ocean, but he just felt like it was out to kill him. He still hasn't stepped back into the water since he came ashore. It was to difficult to even sleep with the noise, let alone step into it again. His breath began to slow as he got more comfortable and before he knew it, he was asleep again.
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I'm really proud of this drawing. It was a lot of fun and I experimented a bit with things.

Fullbody +15 Exp
Shaded +15

Detailed Background +55 EXP

363 Words +10 EXP
95 EXP Total

Oliver 15 Exp -----> 110 EXP 1 LVL