Yes. New oc. Ik- This makes my 138th oc Wooowww. Alright anyways. MEET OWARI! the little toxic boy that can kill anyone with a single poke :D Not that he wants to. But yea, that short story on my pf was him~ And a little sliver of lore bc im nice- Uh... i dont feel good enough to give a bio or anything so- i will later when i post more with this little octopus- So uh ya- Also take the short story lmao Leaning against the edge of the bridge, he stood. Aching. He gazed up at the horizon beyond him, questioning. His tail wrapped tightly around his leg, where he bled. He winced, the wound becoming too much. He slowly moved his head downwards, now looking at the ocean. The ocean that he felt was home. The urge to jump down, camouflage himself, and hide away, not to be seen again by hunters was indescribable. It hurt. He gripped the edge of the bridge, placing a leg against the bars. Then again,and again.. and again. Then he jumped. His tail unraveled from his bleeding leg, the blood sticking and dripping off from the suctions. He screamed, falling. He had then hit the warm, gritty sand. He winced once more, the blood seeping into the sand, wetting it. He tried to stand, regaining the little balance he had. He ran with what little strength he had towards the water. As he felt the coolness of the water, he slowed down. Calming himself. His tail flickered, A small light from the barbs attached. He sighed, a wave of relief falling over his entire body as he entered the water. He no longer cared about the cuts over his leg, he just wanted to be home. The rings on his face, and around his entire body glew up, a bright, indigo blue. He closed his eyes and scooted himself over to a small, tight cave. he squeezed through and curled up. He slowly drifted off into a deep sleep, his body illuminating the caves. He was absolutely beautiful, more or so a rare sight to see. His name was Owari.
Art - me - pls dont steal Song- paris- else (lol i love it dont harass me) Fan art is appreciated! Lol this poor bby..
