The world moved on without you. Your parents were killed because they were human; which means you’re also a human. But you slipped under the radar for many years, and now? You’re going to the city!

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You traveled and traveled. Logging, drawing, and writing in a massive journal with a unique pen. It had two colors (blue and black) with metal actuators and a simple body with a marsh-mellow charm on the backside.

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You were hunted, hurt- driven away from each city, person, and any hint of civilization just because you weren’t an anthro… it… stung over time.

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One day? You simply decided to walk down the street, all geared up and excited at how amazing your surroundings were…

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One day? You were wandering around the lake; journal and pen in hand. But something incredible happened! A merman sprouted from the water with a rusty spear, staring you down as he stands on scaly legs.

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“What kind of… VILE monster are you?”

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He stared at you- no fur… no scales- no tail? You were a freak in his eyes.