A Inkling named Millicorn Yellow (Corn for short) and user of the Custom Hydra Splatling. Though he looks scary, it's really a front for his somewhat cowardly nature. However, if his team is on the line, he's not afraid to protect them all (with his...
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Me: -tries to draw-
My hand: -twitch, sputter, ignores commands, PAIN-
Me: ... Oh... right.
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Inklings and cold didn’t really go together well. Despite his heavy jacket and boots, the yellow-ink Inkling was freezing... and quite literally at that! One of the downsides that came with being a species that constructs their corporeal form from ink (the other is that they don’t exactly mix with water that well). Thankfully, Corn had spotted a cave nearby, dragging himself and his... rather large and heavy weapon with him. He was supposed to participate in a Rank Battle today but got lost along the way.
“Oooooh cooooood...” he whined. “Please be warm. Please be warm. Please be waaaaarm!”
Getting into the cave... it was. It was quite warm, which was surprising. And glowing...
“Wait, what?”
Before he was able to lay down his Sprinkler to make it more like home (as in, covered in yellow ink because, for Inklings dirty = clean as long it was your color), he wondered who was here to make what he assumed was a fire (there could also be gold or another yellow Inkling, but, considering the warmth, that was unlikely). He decided to head deeper in the cave, keeping his weapon at the ready in case he needed it.
And, considering what he found for the source of the heat, he just might. For within the cave he found a-
“D-D-... D-D-D-... D-D- DRAAAAGOOOON!” he screamed in terror has he shrunk into a squid, taking cover and shivering behind a nearby rock. If he was trying to go unnoticed, shouting “dragon” probably wasn’t the best idea.
(Bubble! Bubble! Bubble! Bubble-please!)
The dragon goes into a nearby chamber, lighting a central pile of odd-colored rocks on fire, their fire golden and soft. It was an invention of his kind, designed to help keep their wings warm during the winter.
He lets his chest and body drop as his breath leaves his maws, curling scales and spikes around the bonfire. The fire reveals all of his scars both old and new, giving the young dragon a scuffed, worn look like an often used ring or watch.
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