The creature didn’t know whether to run away, stand still, or attempt a conversation on the off-chance this manokit would understand. His back fin had the same wave pattern with a lighter blue color instead, and his white facial markings included two stripes on his muzzle, a stripe under each eye, and a small circle above each eye. His left arm matched his body except for a black tribal-like diamond pattern that wrapped around just above his elbow. His back legs were black with white toes, and his right paw was fully black. He wasn’t as colorful as most of the other manokits he had seen on the island this one was dark blue with a sandy colored belly that stretched from under his muzzle to the tip of the underside of his tail, and the colors were separated by a wave-like pattern. He was greeted by a manokit who looked to be about the same age as himself. He just barely caught himself from landing face first in the water before he turned around to see who had spoken. He was kicked out of his almost hypnotic state as a voice suddenly yelled behind him. He become embraced in the feeling, the feeling of flight. He spread his arms out wide and let the wind catch underneath his wing membrane. He loved this feeling, and the shoreline and mountains were the only places he could go to feel it. The breeze picked up suddenly, almost pushing him away from the sea. He stood there staring, listening for a while, not caring about anything else other than how beautiful this island was. The breeze, the waves, the rustling trees behind him. He stopped to enjoy the sight of the endless ocean before him and just listened. He found himself enjoying the feeling of the sand on his paws and the waves lapping up against him, and eventually his nerves ceased entirely. Taking in a deep breath and inhaling the salty air, he made his way out into the open.Ī couple of minutes had passed and he had already found a decent amount of shells to take home with him. As he peered out from the tree line, netted bag in hand, he noticed that it was strangely deserted despite the weather. The creature decided it would be a perfect day to walk along the beach and collect some pretty sea shells. It was a beautifully sunny day and the shoreline was cooled down thanks to the ocean breeze. How would they understand him? He had made up his own language out of boredom over the years that focused on facial expressions and paw movements, but again, how would anyone understand him? Even if he managed to get up the courage to talk to someone, he couldn’t. The only thing that he knew about himself was that he was born mute. He tried not to think about it, he was someone who liked to feel happy and bring happiness to others. He couldn’t remember why he was alone, it had been so many years that he didn’t even remember what his family looked like or even if he had a family. While he would occasionally venture around the outskirts of markets to feel somewhat included in the hustle and bustle, he felt rather content exploring the island on his own volition. This creature was a young teenager who lived on his own due to his fear of being cast out for his strange appearance. His enormous ears, fluffy collar, and wing membrane shared the same blue as his markings. He was mostly brown with beautiful bright blue markings on his legs, back, and forehead.
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In the middle of the jungle there was an animal unlike the others he was covered in fur like them, but he possessed wings like the birds yet had never figured out how to fully use them.
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