i spent the last half an hour creating a cryptid because a friend brought up the way they make their own cryptids and it got me thinking. this next part is just a description, so skip past it if you only want to see my writing.
it’s a lighter cryptid and a sort of embodiment of a sunset and citrus and summer. it's ethereal and normally pretty friendly for the most part, but if it’s bored, it might kill you for fun. normally oddly fashionable to help strengthen the illusion that it’s just a human. it has lots of/big cat-like eyes and is surrounded glitter/sparkles that may or may not electrocute you on the spot. its skin kinds of has an golden glow that works on humans the way an angler fish’s light does on its prey. there’s a diamond on his chest (from the shoulder up to the collarbone, to the other collarbone, to the other shoulder, down to where the center of the chest begins, and back to the start) that’s made of stained glass that's picture changes depending on the day/mood/etc. !
since i got increasingly tired and therefore invested in things that don’t matter, i wrote a scene describing them the way i would in a book if a character came across them.
it’s a little creepier than i described it as, but it was fun to write ! i might clean it up and actually use it in a story sometime, but i doubt it.
They stare me in my two eyes with their several and I can’t look away. Their skin glows a deafening gold— can a sight be deafening? If it can’t, it is anyway. Colored light bleeds through their chest where a diamond of stained glass replaces their body. The displayed picture drags all the way from shoulder to shoulder and I wonder how they’re alive. They? Are they a they? Or are they an it? I don’t know, and I don’t care to know. I feel like I’m being pulled into them, but I see a spark between several pieces of glitter that’s surrounding them, and I’m fine again. Was I being pulled in, or was it just a feeling? I know that I was, and I can’t stand to think of what would have happened if had I not snapped out of it. What was pulling me in? The glitter that surrounds them shimmers and shines brightly— too brightly. They aren’t malicious, not actively at the very least. But they’re terrifying. And I can’t look away from those goddamn eyes. Those large, cat-like eyes.
i would draw it if i could, but i know i’ll frustrate myself for not being able to replicate my vision of them perfectly. oh, well.
i hope that was somewhat interesting !
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