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Rusty Grendelchi C-Rex | born 5/19/2013 | 8 | This curious little Grendelchi earned his name not just because of his colour, but also his fascination with machinery. He worked as an inventor, and managed to invent the following tools:
* Apple Grabber - Long handheld device with a claw on the end, used for picking apples that are too high to reach.
* Reed Snorkel - Used to breathe underwater.
During his last years Rusty's final project was nearing completion, but he lost his toolbox and passed away before he could complete it. Maybe another Creatchi could complete it and continue his legacy some day? |
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Sprig happens to pass by the little coppery Grendel. She's saddened to see that Gormez is not protectively guarding his grandchild anymore, but she brushes the feeling away. She kneels down beside the little one and says with a slightly teary smile, "Eem grah."
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Passing by, Mocha notices a small brown Grendelchi she hasn't met yet. She says 'hello' happily and show him her favourite ball, but the young grendelchi seems to be more interested in machinery. Well, that's something new!
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(I was listening to C-Rex's reorchastrated graveyard them while typing that. Needless to say, I cried. I cried a lot.)
Welcome to the world, little brownie luv!
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I was expecting something a little different, but another brown grendelchi works just fine.
Welcome to the world. Make your parents proud.
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So he's just a little brown Grendelchi? He's still special, though!
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(Aww, thanks guys! I know Gormez isn't *technically* dead yet, but I'm still mourning him! I thought writing that out would help, and it did!
Now hopefully I'll be better prepared emotionally, for my next Creatchi's sake!)
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Sprig, ever determined, follows behind Gormez and watches from a distance as he curls protectively around his daughter's egg. Somehow, she understands that he probably won't wake up. Tiny tears dribble down her face, but she doesn't care. Sniffling, she curls up beside him, feeling the cold scales scruff up her fur. Feeling as though she lost another daddy, she curls herself tighter and falls asleep, feeling very small and alone in a big, now frightening world.
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(Leporidae, das sad TwT)
The first thing to catch little Onyx's attention is a round, golden thing. Curious about it, he crawls towards the egg and pokes it. "Fig bleh?"
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Not gonna lie Leporidae..that brought a tear to my eye ;v; I hope our next Creatchis can be as grand as friends as Gormez and Biyluff were.
It's nice to see a 3rd generation Grendelchi..maybe he will resemble Gormez's attitude..?
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On his last day alive, Gormez came bearing gifts. He finally finished the project he was working on for the past week or so.
Carved into strips of hard bark are stories. Both real and imagined stories of Tiana's, Grom's, Emerald's, Biyluff's, and his own life, accompanied by rough and simple illustrations.
The largest piece of bark is a group portrait of all five Creatchis surrounding a blank space in the middle. An arrow instructs his future grandson to "DRAW YU SELF HEER". On the back it reads "WE <3 YU"
Gormez carefully arranges the bark pieces around the egg, facing towards it in a circular pattern. Yawning, he lies down next to the egg and curls his body around it. He closes his eyes, and falls into a deep sleep he'll never wake up from - his last moments spent protecting and warming his progeny.
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