Ebb

She/her • Ebb • SeaWing
NEVER TOUCH MY BEAUTIFUL CINNABUN
May contain explicit content
Ebb 	Ebb
 	
Background 	Background
Creator 	Owl098
Artist 	Me
Coder 	Me
Code Base 	Himmalerin
Attribute 	
Element 	Tide
Color 	Teal
Animal 	
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Character 	Character
Age 	Seven
Gender 	Female
Orientation 	Pansexual
Tribe 	SeaWing
Residence 	An island off the Bay of a Thousand Scales
Relatives 	type here
Allies 	Flow
Enemies 	Her tormentors
Likes 	Spending time with Flow, sunny beaches, sunsets, lemonade, dark chocolate, and painting.
Dislikes 	Being ridiculed for her differences, cold things, paper cuts, white chocolate, and when the sun is too bright.
Powers 	Tribal
Love Interests	Flow
Cuttlefish (Formerly)
Appearance
When you look at her, all you see is a resigned someone, pulling back and trying to escape, yet never able to break free of the tide. 
Ebb is a short, wiry dragoness who usually wears a nervous smile, and can often be seen fidgeting, as if her own scales are causing her discomfort. Her wings often sagged, like she is slowly being crushed by a great burden. Her eyes are not those of a bold dragon, but a fearful, submissive one.
Her scales are gems floating on a pastel sea. Maybe floating is the wrong word, as they are one with her, and she is one with them.
She has shining pastel green aqua scales, each polished from the salty air of the beach, and blush pink bioluminescent ones. Her belly is a dusty cream, while her slightly almond-shaped eyes and elegant horns are a light maroon. She has dark blue and wing membranes as well.
All they can look at how strange the sea of gems is, and can never love her for her beauty.
But what draws the eye of others is that she has no gills. Instead if where her gills should be, she has more entrancingly pale pink bioluminescent scales. After fully taking in the appearance of this oddity of a dragon, they either immediately walk away, or start harassing her. Their words bore into her, and transformed a glittering ocean of a dragon to a pitiful and sandy wave.
So the sea hides her gems with lavender sails of shame, and covers herself with blue flags at half-mast.
This is why Ebb usually wears a lavender scarf around her neck, to hide its gilllessness. Unfortunately, the only scarves big enough to cover where her gills should be are insufferably hot, so she only wears hers when she absolutely has to.
They pollute her with their words, and harm her with their poison-filled actions.
Ebb has a faint scar at the bottom of her chin. But it’s barely visible, like a fishing line in the middle of a shimmering body of water. She got it when, on a chilly December night, her tormentors made her trip on some ice and scrape her chin. She didn’t have access to medical supplies or doctors, so it scarred. But it still hurts her emotionally, as it’s just a reminder of what kind of life the world has condemned her to.
Personality
Three crows perched up high
Saw a disfigured dragoness walk by.
”What an offense to the eye”
They would cry
As the oddity walked by
Ebb has been told all her life she shouldn’t be seen, so that is how she acts. She shrinks away in the presence of others, and barely ever speaks. There’s a world of wonder underneath her scales, which disappears as soon as she’s in the company if most dragons.
She doesn’t retaliate when she is punishes for her differences, is read she sadly Scott’s them. She would never fight back, only endure. She deosn’t hate her tormentors. Because she believes they are telling the truth.
Ebb is scared. Scared and resigned, so she feel like she can never fully be in society, much less the world. She’s always drawing back, always retreating deeper in the woods. It’s because she so, so scared. Scared that she’ll lose the one she loves. Scared that they’ll finally kill her. Scared Flow will leave her because she’s tired of getting hurt on behalf of Ebb. She’s terrified.
Two parrots flew in the sky
Watching a dirty dragoness walk by
“Why are you so ugly?”
They would pry 
As the lowly dragoness walked by
As mentioned earlier, Ebb expresses herself much more when she just, well, by herself. Or with Flow. This I can be seen in her journal, where as she barely speaks a sentence or two in public. In her journals and with Flow, she’s passionate, she’s expressive, and she’s speaking her mind. She is drawing back, ain’t hiding, is retreating like the ebb fo a tide.
Ebb isn’t one for bitterness. She’s rather forgive and forget, and currently has no grievances. Grudges just don’t make sense to her, and anger just makes her sadm and afraid she’ll do something dumb, like speak her mind in public. She has never once ahted anyone, instead being very sad when thinking if or seeing them, or being very scared when thinking of it seeing them.
One dove sat in the rye
Her wings cut off to be put in a pie
She winced in pain as the shimmering drsgoness walked by
”I see a dragoness who’s whole life has been a lie”
“Her beauty can not be seen by the eye.“
The shimmering dragoness picked up the dove in the rye
She whispered to the dove: “We are birds of a feather, you and I.”
She is the most compassionate, most caring, most empathetic dragoness you’ll probably ever meet. She‘s never hurt a fly, and defends those she loves with her life. She’ll swim any ocean, cross any continent, or fly through any storm for a loved one. 
She has a soft spot for injured animals, and often comes too their aid as soon as she sees one. The same goes with dragons, even if they have harmed her. Vengeance isn’t really her thing.
And so inner beauty gave the shimmering dragoness and the disabled dove wings, and nei they are creatures of the sky.
History (BIG WIP)
🌊 
My name is Ebb, the SeaWing terrified of the water. Ironic, I know, almost as ironic as the fact that no one will read this, yet I am writing it down anyways. I don’t one why I’m doing this. It’s more of an instinct, really. After all, no one reads and oddity’s story, as her story is written on her scales, right? Maybe that’s true. Maybe it isn’t. But it probably is. Anyways, I’m Ebb. And this is my story.
🏝 
I was born on a namless island. It is nothing special. Just one for the many poor fishing islands out of thousands that are in the bay of a thousand scales. Madame Reef (the head of the orphange) told me that when I was born, my parents were so horrified with my deformity, they immediately gave me to the orphanage without even bothering to give me a name. She also said that afterwards, they fled to the other side of the continent so they could escape the shame of having a daughter with tribal deformities. 
And I believe every word of it, because I didn’t have name until I escaped the orphanage and then gave myself one. Plus, my island treats physical differences like a plaugue, and the associates or recipients of the difference like a toy, joke, or stress ball.
💧
Thank goodness this isn’t burned. Moons, that was terrifying. I-I’m surprised they found it.... Let me explain. I woke up this morning to the smell of smoke. I wasn’t fully awake, so I didn’t to notice the flames licking through the walls of my den...But when I came to my senses, I awoke to a world of fire and terror. I don’t know how I escaped, but I did, with just my scarf, aand my life. And then I saw them. Hammerhead and his gang. They were laughing, howling at my burning home. 
I whimpered. “W-why did you do that?” Hammerhead bawled a response. “Oh, I’m sorry. Was that your home? I thought it was a pile of weeds!” Tears sting in my eyes as I fled the scene. True, I am poor. Also true, my den is woven form dead grass. But the fact that they said it out loud, and were laughing at the fact they almost KILLED me, well, after i made myself a new nest, I laid down in it and cried for the rest of the day. I’m not proud of that. I should be used to their antics by now. It’s a key part of my life, after all. Plus, they’ve done much worse.
Why don’t I hate them? I should hate them. But I can’t, and I don’t. I don’t know why. Maybe it’s because something about it feels so wrong. Like if I hated them, I’d only be lowering myself to their level.
💦 
My nightmares are reality. Sometime during the day, I wonder if I’m having a nightmare p, it can get that bad. I’m reminded both verbally and physically that I’m less than dragon and a freak every day. Sometimes it’s too easy to slip into tears, but I know it’s true. It is. I am a freak. And I have less features than a dragon should have, therefore less than dragon. Sometime it make me cry, but I’ve learned to live with it. 
🐡
Today I met someone....different. Unlike everyone else, he didn’t spit at me, or laugh at me, or glare at me. He just simply smiled at me and asked my name. I was confused. Was this a trick to get my hopes up? Was he with Hammerhead, and they plotted this? I don’t know. He’s kind of cute...... So I guess that’s why I accepted when he asked to walk on the beach with me tomorrow. Wait. Wait. THREE MOONS WHY DID I SAY YES? I AM TERRIFIED OF THE OCEAN! I’M JUST GOING TO EMBARRASS MYSELF! I have to tell him. Maybe he’ll understand? 
I told him, and thank my lucky stars he understood! That was a close one. His name is Cuttlefish, by the way. Tomorrow, we can walk through the bazaar instead. I’ve haven’t been to the bazaar in.....years, actually. The only time there I was tripped, scolded, yelled at, and chased. It was not fun.
💙
Today was AMAZING. Sure, I was scolded, chased, and cursed at like usual, but all of it seemed suns brighter because I did it all with Cuttlefish. Can’t write much more right now, Cuttlefish is calling!
🐬
Cuttlefish was acting strange today. He asked me some weird things, like what I thought about Hammerhead and his gang, when I’m sure he knew I hated them. Everything about his posture, tone of voice, and eyes screamed awkward and weird. Maybe I should investigate. No, no, that’s be invading his privacy. And I don’t want to lose the only friend I’ve ever had.
🐳
Wow. It’s been what, a month since i’ve written in this? I have been too preoccupied, doing foolish thing I will regret forever. Looking back at my last two entries, I was too head-over heals over that....that.....HORRIBLE DRAGON (I’m not great with insults.) to write much. I don’t want to explain. It hurts too much to remember. But maybe I should.
I actually only found out he was a traitor to me last night.
The night I was brave enough to follow him, and see what he did every night. I felt guilty, of course, for invading his privacy. But now I know that I had to in order to uncover the lie that has been our relationship. We grew so close in the period of a month.....but that’s all smoke and mirrors now.
I overheard him talking to Hammerhead. I was so confused at first. Here’s what I remember them saying:
”So. How is freak growing on you?”
”Good. Good. The fool might actually might have a crush on me. This was easier than I thought.”
”See, I knew you would learn to see her that way EVENTUALLY!”
(Cuttlefish didn’t respond)
”OH COME ON. Don’t have any second thoughts NOW!”
”I’m not, I’m not. I was just thinking.”
”What?”
”None of your business.” Cuttlefish sneered.
”Whatever. Just be ready. We’ll do it soon. And she’ll never see it coming. And Cuttlefish.”
”Yes?”
”Thanks for making this whole thing possible.”
After hearing that, I fled to my den, grabbed this and my scarf and then fled into the wood, where I am now. They’ll never find me here. I never want to fathom what they’d do to me it they found me in this state. I’m so shocked and depressed I can hard to think straight. To think that I ever loved that jerk! I can only imagine what they were going to do... Anyways. I don’t know what to do. Lay down and let the earth slowly reclaim me? Just cry until I fall asleep and never have to wake up again? Those are both plausible, easy options where I don’t have to face the world and watch them laugh at me as I succumb to heartbreak.
🐋
I’m in between life and death right now. I’m alive, but not living. I’m dead, but not at rest. I don’t know how much longer I can hang on. I’m not sure if I want to hang on. I need a new light. 
Auprisingly, I don’t hate him. I never could. He put too much light in my life for me to hate him, even if it was a lie. I just hate all the hurt that they all put me through. I hate that I let them do it. 
You know what? I have to show them I’m not letting them destroy p. So I’m getting up now. I’m going to walk through the streets with a smile. 
🐠
Today I met someone...different. Huh. That screams de ja vu so much it’s impossible to miss. But I don’t care. She’s different the Cuttlefish, and her name is Flow. 
Like Cuttlefish, she smiled at me and treated me wonderful, but unlike him, she also told me about herself. Apparently she’s from Possibility, which is full of different dragons, and dragons like me. (I didn’t know Possibility existed until she told me it did, because I have never left this island.) Anyways, it sounds wonderful. She told me she moved here because her mother died, so her dad decided they needed a calm place to get back on track with life. 
At that point I laughed and told her this is no place to get over the loss of a loved one. By the time I was finished with my story, she was so angry she looked like, she wanted to get a bunch of rocks and throw them at everyone who hurt me. I told her it was fine, I’m used to it, so it’s no problem, but that just made her angrier. She said no dragon should be treated that way. And she was even more mad about how they “affected my mindset” and made me “think things that aren’t true.” I snorted and said they’ve told me nothing but the ugly truth. At this point I thought she’d go ballistic, so I changed the subject.
🦈
We met up again today. We walked on the beach. She told me more about herself. Honestly, I want her to be a real friend SO badly, but I’m not sure if I’m ready to trust her her. She seemed genuinely nice, but Cuttlefish did too.... 
Anyways, she seemed shocked when she found out I both can’t swim and am scared of the water. She offered to teach me how, (because she can swim, but for a short period of time and she’s exhausted afterwards) But I said no. She insisted. I said no. The tides are too scary to mee. The thought that their could be a rip current at any time, or that a giant rogue wave to push you under at any moment terrified me. But she talked me through it, and moons, I have no idea why, but I said yes. Maybe it’s just because I wanted her to stop pestering me. Besides. I can just not show up tommorow.
🐙 
THREE MOONS SHE’S LITERALLY DRAGGING ME OUT OF MY HOM-
🦑
Okay, journal, I’m back, soaking wet, and terrified. I need a moment to review this. So, ummm, I can stand in shallow water without freaking out now, thanks to Flow forcing me to stand in it until I accepted it, though I nearly drowned, like, A MILLION times. (She says I’m over exaggerating. I am not over exaggerating.) But I am NOT learning to swim. Water is terrifying, because at ANY moment, a rogue waves could come crashing forward and pull you under. Also, I have no idea what kind of creatures and bacteria could be lurking in it, so THERE!
Oof, I forgot to mention, but I’m staying in Flow’s hut right now. My den was washed away by a storm, WHICH IS ANOTHER REASONABLE REASON TO BE SCARED OF WATER. Also, she insisted. (The girl is A LOT more stubborn than I first took her as.)
🦐
Three moons, my life days has been so much more busy, dangerous...and oddly, wonderful. Where has Flow been all my life? 
I’ve spent a lot of time with her these last ten months, trying (and failing) to get over my fear of water, going on walks, and chatting.
I’m still being attacked by Hammerhead and his crew, of course, but I don’t care much anymore. Sure it still hurts, but it’s no longer 100% the focus of my life. More like, 50%? 
I’m mostly worried about Flow. She’s been getting threats from Hammerhead & co., just for being spotted spending time with me. For now, it’s been pushing her, insulting when stealing from her, threatening to harm her, and other mild stuff. 
I’m not saying it’s not bad, though, I’m just saying they could do far worse. I’m worried they WILL do far worse, because us he’s still some sign time with me, even though I tell her she doesn’t have to, and she’s be safer without me in her life. 
She’s probably the only friend I’ll ever have, but she’s the only one I’ll ever need. She always stand up for me and for what’s right, and she tries SO HARD to make sure I’m never sad. (I’m sorry Flow, but some things you just can’t fix). I know I haven’t written in this for a while, and I don’t plan to for another while, but I just need to write this down. She‘s amazing. Flow’s brave, smart, confident, compassionate, and beautiful. 
Wait, wait, three moons, three moons, earth and sky, did I just wrote BEAUTIFUL?!
Oh no, oh no, oh no, she’s coming I better hide this-
🦀
Ebb, I’m so sorry. I read the latest entry before realizing this wasn’t a new book. I’m sorry for intruding upon you privacy. I only read that one entry, i promise.
 But let me tell you- I think you’re all of those things too, and more. You’re amazing, because you’re beautiful. You‘re the shiniest dragoness I have ever met, both on the inside and the outside. You’re kind. You’d never hurt anyone. You’re smart. You know the right things to say and do. You never give up. No matter how many times a day they DARE hurt you, Ebb, you have never, ever, once in the days I’ve known you, have ever sat down and just died. And as stubborn it can be sometimes, you are the most empathetic dragon in the whole wide world, who has a heart of gold.
You’re the only dragon I need.
🦋 
I finally found this. Moons, it’s been so long. It’s been what. Two? Three years? I’ve lost track. Let me give you a recap of important events:
I started going out with Ebb. 
And let me tell you, I had never been happier. After reading her entry, I realized she was the dragon I was meant to be with. But that meant extra danger for her. For a while, we were able to be with each other without much reprimandation, but the one night, Fleonreceived a death threat. 
I know. 
I was scared out of my mind, you wouldn’t believe how panicked I was. But Flow was the eye if the storm. She said she wasn’t afraid of Hammerhead and his crew, and then I started ranting about the MANY, MANY reasons to be afraid to them. You simply shushed me, and told me she was going grocery shopping. I whimper like a dragonet and begged her to stay, for fear to her getting hurt, but she promised me she’s be fine.
I sat in our hideout waiting for hours. After five long hours, I got nervous. I rushed out of our home. As I frantically searched for her, I noticed it was storming. At the time I thought that was not a good sign. 
And then I rushed to the beach, and heard horribly familiar laughter. Hammerhead and co. where pushing around a livid Flow. What I saw next let loose and animal cry from within the bowels of my fears. They pushed her into the raging ocean, swollen from the storm, with giant rogue waves EVERYWHERE. I assured myself she would be fine, through my tears, as she is an excellent swimmer, but a while passed, and I knew something was wrong. 
What I did next was a split second desicion. I leaped into the furious ocean. But what can I say? THE MOONSBLESSED LOVE OF MY LIFE WAS IN DANGER!! Plus, I’d learned a thing or two, under Flow’s watchful eyes and hilarious teacher-voice. 
What was I supposed to do, just stand there?! Sure, I was still was deathly afraid of water, but I had to my fears aside for her. 
The next few moments were a blur. I prayed to the moons that I would find her, and eventually my searching talons found a body, just when my lungs felt like they were about to explode. It was her. I dragged her out of the water along with just barely my life, and I hid ourselves in a palm tree.
Turns out she hit her head on the sea floor when they pushed her in, which caused her to black out. That’s why she didn’t save herself. 
Not a single doctor on our island would heal her, “because she’s associated with you, atrocity, now get out, you disfigured little maggot.”
I had never been more furious in my life. 
So I had to wait until she was well enough, so we could seek help for her on a different island. One that didn’t know me or her. We’d been dreaming about this for years, saving every spare cent could get so we could buy our way out.
I collected the last amount of money needed, and then tougher, we stared a new life.
🌈 
We’ve started a new life, hopping from island to island. We have a home island, of course, but we don’t like to stay there for too long, for fear of being rejected by said island’s citizens.
I figure if we just leave each other alone, we’ll both be fine. 
There are the rare few, though that we meet and befriend. Wonderful, enlightened dragons. They look past my absent gills, and see me for who I really am. They are the reasons we revisit islands, so we can see them again. 
And I no longer fear water. I have no reason too, after all the convincing and support Flow has given me. It was gradual, but it happened. I’m not the best swimmer, but I’m working on it.
Flow works as a swim instructor, and I make jewelry for a living. I know, that was kind of out of the blue. Where did you learn to make jewelry? You might be asking. Well, one learns things when one travels a lot. The shimmer of the gems and beads and minerals gives me hope and light.
I’m still assaulted for my differences, of course, (Some things never change) but it’s bettered significantly. 
I’m living my best life, with Flow by my side. 
So that’s why I’d dint need this journal anymore. I’m casting it out to the sea, in a waterproof vessel, so someone can find it, and hopefully learn from it.
The lesson I have to give to you, dear reader, is that you should never judge a dragon by their looks. Because I promise you, there’s so much more to them on the inside.
Relationships
Flow: Ebb loves her girlfriend beyond anything else, and is very protective of her. She is very grateful towards her for turning her life around, and know they are meant to be together. She is the best friend Ebb and ever had, so they are very loyal to each other.
Cuttlefish: Ebb isn’t sure what to feel about him. She is unable to hate him, for the momentary joy she had with him, but will never willing to forgive him for what he did. She’d honestly rather forget about him.
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