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Aqrion - Seafoam Guide by AcrylicFoxCreations
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Rehs mutation pack! [Abyssal Aqrion] by RehARPG
Rehs Mutation Pack! [Sea Skimmer] by RehARPG
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[DOA] Lost and Found by snini9
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Trials of Aquella and Training
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Exploring
DOA | Scavenge | The Abyss by AcrylicFoxCreations
DOA | Scavenging | Honest Trio by AcrylicFoxCreations
Bones, Ore, Ink, ShellsBones. That was Callisto’s task for the day. She had to gather any bones she found to bring back. She’d teamed up with Sounder and Jyran, an abyssal and a polar aqrion who had decided to join them, as well as with her friend, Kyuquot. The four of them had decided to team up to gather items as it was easier to work together and find more than for only one of them to work. Glancing around the ruins where she’d chosen to search, Callisto’s eyes landed on a bump in the sand. Grinning, she darted over, using her tail to disrupt the sand below. As the sand cleared, Callisto was disappointed. It was only a metal stick with a strange green paddle on it that was barely staying together. Curious, Callisto swam around it, carefully pulling at it with her teeth. SNAP! The metal fell apart, leaving Callisto with a green piece of metal. Hey! There were words on it! Callisto carefully swam around it, shifting the sand and metal as she tried to make out the words. Sea-t-e? Shrugging, Callisto gave up. The words were too disintegrated for her to read and the metal was basically crumbling under her touch. She turned her attention back to the ruins. There! She caught sight of what was certainly bones, whale bones to be specific. Callisto carefully picked them up, putting them in her small pile that she’d already found. It wasn’t a lot, most of the bones had already started to disintegrate from age and scavengers. Well, at least she’d found some. It was better than finding none. Carefully bundling up her finds, Callisto raced to the surface, the bundle of bones hooked over her dorsal fins and crystal horns. Here, she would wait for the others, give them time to finish up their gatherings. Why was it always him who had to find the ink? That’s the one thing that Kyuquot wanted to know. Every. Damn. Time. He HATED the sticky, slimy, fin covering, dark ink that cephalopods made. Just barely suppressing his hiss of anger, Kyuquot looked for his hated enemy, the octopus. At least the sneaky bastards inked at the slightest provocation, he had that on his side. The bottles that were strapped to his side clinked with his every movement and Kyuquot had to resist the urge to yeet them into the deep. He grumbled to himself angrily. Curse Calli. Curse the pair that had joined them. What were their names? Oh yeah, Sounder and Jyran. Why did they have to bring non pod members again? Oh yeah, because it was nice. Kyuquot couldn’t care less. He just wanted to find octopi and get this horror of a gathering over with. A flash of movement broke Kyuquot from his angry mumblings. Was that what he thought it was? Of course it was. It was a Sneaky Inky Bastard. Darting forwards, Kyuquot swam around the poor octopus, ink staining the water as the octopus desperately tried to escape. Letting it go, Kyuquot bottled up the ink. One down, five to go. An hour or so later, Kyuquot had gathered all the ink he needed. Six dark bottles clinked against him as he swam towards the rendezvous point at the surface. Of course, Calli was already there, floating the bones that she’d gathered on her rostrum. “Fancy seeing you here.” She said, grinning at him playfully. “Yeah yeah.” Kyuquot said, shaking his head. “How were your octopus friends?” Calli asked, flicking his rostrum with her tail teasingly. “Inky. I hated it.” He muttered, a smile tugging at his face as he riskily nipped at her fluke as she whacked him with it again. “Well, it will be nice to hang out with you while we wait for the other two.” She said, her body stilling as she relaxed. The only sounds were the lap of the waves against her bones and her body, the clink of the jars against Kyuquot’s side, and the whoosh of their breath. Sounder swam deep, descending into the darkness that she called home. As the light dimmed, the hums of the elements around her guided her. She could feel the buzz of the rock, the cry of the broken glass, the song of the metals all deep below in her home. Sounder continued her descent, following the swirling song of the metals, searching for an open vein, not that she would hesitate to make one. A glint caught her eye as her glowing nodes revealed an exposed chunk of metal that had sunk years ago from the human’s time. It wasn’t necessarily what she was looking for, but metal was metal. Calling it to her, Sounder continued her search, the metal floating behind her thanks to her element. She swam deep and far, not finding anything aside from deep sea creatures and the scalding water from the thermal vents. Fine. She would do it herself. Taking a deep breath, Sounder let her found metal piece sink to the floor besides her. She couldn’t risk keeping it afloat while she did this. She needed all her concentration on her task. Slowly releasing her breath, Sounder focused on a swirling song in the cliff ahead of her, the earth rumbling as she called forth a vein of ore. As the cliff wall split to accommodate for the new exterior, Sounder smiled. She pulled a large chunk of the ore forwards, out of the wall. This would be enough, she hoped, especially with her human metal. Gathering both of them to her with her element, Sounder slowly started her ascent to the surface, being careful to save her energy. Calling the ore forwards had been the hardest thing she’d ever done with her element, but she was proud to have accomplished it. She continued to swim towards the surface, the figures of Kyuquot and Callisto slowly becoming more and more visible as she continued her ascent. As she reached the surface, she smiled, continuing to float her metal with her element. “Ta-da!” She said, grinning playfully. This earned her a smile from Callisto and an eyeroll from Kyuquot. What was his problem? Oh well, it was none of her concern. Now to wait for Jyran to return. Jyran swam around in the sand, excitedly collecting shells and rocks. He would root around in the sand with his tusks until they pulled up a shell or interesting rock, and he’d then flip it onto his pile. He’d currently gone around in a spiral, moving further and further from his pile that was slowly growing. The fish swimming around the area caught his attention, but he quickly turned back to his task. He had a job to do! He had to find shells and rocks! That’s what Callisto and Sounder had told him to do and he had to do it! He couldn’t let them down. He paused as one of his shells grew legs and skittered away. What? He carefully stopped rooting around in the sand and followed his run away shell, baffled. As his shadow covered the shell, it’s legs disappeared. Jyran took a deep breath, gathering his courage as he quickly flipped the shell over with his fin and backed up, bracing himself for something scary. Instead, he found a small crab, no bigger than a quarter. Jyran smiled, gently flipping the crab back onto it’s feet, but took the shell. He was tasked with gathering shells, and none would be stolen from him by a small crab. None. Zero. Not one. Sticking his tongue out at the crab, Jyran turned, returning to his large pile of shells. Now, to get them all to the surface where the others were likely waiting. Jyran looked around. He didn’t want to take multiple trips, nor did he want to leave all his shells behind. He’d found them, after all. They were his, nobody else's! Letting out a sigh, Jyran contemplated what he should do. He didn’t want to leave any behind, but couldn’t figure out how to get them all to the surface. Should he ask for help? Try to do it in one go? Jyran groaned. He really didn’t want to leave shells behind, especially because he’d been trusted with the task of gathering some. Maybe he could find something to help him carry it? Looking around the lagoon where he’d searched, Jyran couldn’t find anything obvious that would help him, not that that meant that there wasn’t something that could. Continuing to search, Jyran swam around, keeping one eye on his shell pile as he did so. He didn’t want any more of them sprouting legs and running off with crabs. Maybe there was something under the sand? He couldn’t see anything obvious to help him under the sand, but that didn’t mean that nothing was there. Carefully lowering his head, Jyran pushed his tusks through the soft sand, almost jumping out of his skin as something hit his tusks. Pulling back, startled, Jyran shook his head, sand falling off of his tusks. He could do this. He wasn’t afraid. He put his tusks back down, carefully and slowly digging out whatever had snagged on his tusks. It wasn’t a rock! On the contrary, it was round and hollow, with an arc of plastic between both sides. Would it help? Would it work in his favor? Jyran wasn’t sure, but it wouldn’t hurt to try. Bringin it back to his shells, Jyran loaded up as many as he could hold, finally relenting and letting some of the shells remain in the bottom of the crystal clear lagoon. Jyran hooked the bucket over his tusks, hoping that it wouldn’t bust under the weight of his shells. As he carefully swam back towards the surface, Jyran grinned. He’d done it! He’d gotten almost all his shells in one load! His joy was short lived though as a quick POP and an immediate lightness in his bucket signaled that something hadn’t gone right. Jyran quickly looked around, his stomach dropping as he saw all his shells sinking back down towards the bottom, their forms flipping and twisting as they fell with almost a grace like quality to them. What had gone wrong? What had happened? Flipping the bucket off of his tusks was too easy and he quickly figured out why as one of the handle connections dangled limply and off the rest of the bucket. It had broken under all the weight and all his hard work had sunk back below the surface. He would now be very late to meet up with the rest of the group. Would they leave without him? He hoped not. He didn’t want to be too much later, but he also didn’t want to return empty finned. Letting out a sigh, he dove, swimming after his escaped shells. He could do it! He could get them! It might not be as many as he’d wanted to bring back, but it was some and some was better than none, right? Gathering as many as he could handle at once, Jyran made his way back to the surface, glancing around for the others in his group. Had the left him here, all alone? Jyran started to panic, looking around with wide eyes. “Jyran!” Callisto called, catching his attention. “We’re over here!” She said. Jyran let out a shaky breath. “Coming!” He called, adjusting his course and swimming towards the rest of the group. “WOW!” he heard Callisto say. “That’s a lot of shells!” Jyran smiled triumphantly. “Thanks! There would have been more, but my bucket broke and I lost a lot of them. This was all I was able to bring back alone. I hope it’s okay?” He said, his voice quiet. “Of course! I thank you for all of them! You did a great job!” Callisto said, smiling at the polar. “It’s time to head back to our respective homes now. You ready?” She asked, looking at him gently. Jyran only nodded. “I am.” He said.
[DOA] Hunting by snini9
Treasure Hunt Quests
DOA | Kelp Treasure by AcrylicFoxCreations
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Questing Bros by allisondellue
Misc Art
DOA | Saphira | Depths of Dispair by AcrylicFoxCreations
COMM. | Dragon Icon by AcrylicFoxCreations
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Events
DOA | Nodin | Thorned Moon by AcrylicFoxCreations
DOA | Curse of the Shapeshifter by AcrylicFoxCreations
DOA | Nodin | Spirit of Halloween\\\ A Killer’s Path /// The sun's rays were gradually getting weaker, and weaker, with the summer to fall season change. The normally slow gradual currents became stronger, and the stronger currents around the area weakened. Taking all the plankton and food elsewhere. You could feel the chill in the water, and with Nodin being cold-blooded, he needed to seek warmer waters. He knew he had a trek ahead of him, and a difficult one. His 100 mile migration trail crosses through many hazardous obstacles, but the worst is what most young Aqrions do not live through, Killer Whales. To a full grown Aqrion, they are a danger, but to a young guy like Nodin, it was basically suicide to battle one. With Killer Whales, when there is one, there’s a whole family unit, called a pod; Killer Whales are coordinated killers, efficient and deadly. He will want to tread lightly around their territory, or travel an additional 50 miles to go around the known territory. If Nodin treks the extra 50 miles, he risks starving due to lack of a sustainable food source in the area, on top of potentially freezing to death. However, lined up against certain death by being ripped limb from limb by a Killer Whale, that sounds pretty good to him. So Nodin begins his trek across 150 miles of ocean, dark and alone. Along the way, he discovers many things, since he is still only a child! He discovered many species of colorful corals, and discovered that some corals can defend themselves. Seeing migrating Manta rays is something spectacular, and made him slightly jealous, hoping that some day he too would have a group to migrate with. Nodin got to experience many things; scavenging among ocean debris for food, finding a new place to sleep every night, which was a scary experience for him, and smelling out potential dangers. He was about halfway through his 150 mile trek to his destination, and he smelled something different. His quills quivered at the smell, his adrenalyn was pumping, and his instincts begged him to run away. But he froze. He was stuck, paralyzed in fear. This was 50 miles away from any known Killer Whale territory. Which only means one thing. This is a Rogue Killer Whale. A Rogue is a Killer that is casted away from their pod, and they’re only casted out for one reason, cannibalism. This Killer has no rules, not even for Blood Kin.The shadow loomed in the distance. He stayed there, paralyzed in fear, as the shadow came closer. It was close enough now that he could see the infamous “white eye” of a true Killer. He needed to run away, far away, but it was too late, the shadow quickly changed direction. It was charging straight for him at full speed. The Killer Whale was close enough now, he saw its eye gleam over with red. Now or never, he thought to himself. Nodin let out a blood curling screech and charged at the Killer Whale, the Killer was taken aback slightly, but not enough to stop him in his tracks. As the Killer came up on Nodin, Nodin veered off to the side, intentionally slashing the Killers fin. The action seemed to only infuriate the Killer instead of scaring him away. As Nodin looked closer he could see why, this animals hide was stained with countless scars, one in particular was deep. Right above the Killers left eye, trailing all the way down to his chin, making the beast blind in his left eye, that eye was clouded and soulless, yet still somehow gleamed red with hate at Nodin. The Killer paused for a second, and actually spoke to young Nodin, his voice was low and deep, nearly a growl, “You see my eye?.... That is from my Father, whom I attempted to kill out of cold blood. I wanted to be the Alpha, and he stood in my way, but I was not strong enough…” he took a pause, “That is why I MUST kill everything in my path, including you!” He bursted towards Nodin like an underwater torpedo. Nodin wasn’t able to move fast enough, and the Killer grabbed Nodins fin, tearing it. He let out a blood curdling scream from pain as he was thrown to the side, his left front limb was bleeding profusely, sure to attract more unwanted guests. The Killer Whale gave an evil chuckle, “Weak,” he charged Nodin again. Nodin attempted to get out of the way, but he was not fast enough, he was slammed on his side, knocking the wind out of him. It was getting harder to breathe, the Killer likely broke a couple ribs, his vision was starting to blur and darken. The Killer laughed maliciously, “Last round, kiddo, you’re done.” like a torpedo going from zero to sixty in 30 seconds, the Killer could not react fast enough to what was about to happen. The Killer let out a loud bellow of anger, and ended with a screech. Nodin looked up to see what happened, it was a Norwal! It was a bloody scene, the Norwal had impaled the Rogue Killer, straight through the heart. The Killer’s eyes were no longer red, just pitch black and lifeless. The Norwal ripped his sword from the Killers innards, his sword dripped with the crimson blood of the enemy, making Nodin take a step back from this new beast. The Narwhals eyes were hardened from taking the life of another being, but when he looked at Nodin, his eyes softened. “There there, child, you are safe now,” the Norwals voice was soft and calming, he glanced at Nodins injuries, “Let's get you cleaned up, I know of a Shaman, she resides in my pod, we will get you taken care of little one.” The Norwal shook his head vigorously to rid his sword of the Rogue Killer’s blood. Nodin was hesitant at first, but he had no other choice, “Do you have a name, child?” “Nodin -” he said shakenly, “My name is Nodin.”...
DOA | Nodin | Call of the Ancestors by AcrylicFoxCreations
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seepranne Featured By Owner Jan 16, 2019  Hobbyist Digital Artist
The new front page and journals look great!
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AidenHighope Featured By Owner Nov 27, 2018  Professional Digital Artist
Hello, I found your group and is hesitant to join, the reason being I have difficulties handling several arpg at the same time, I wanted to know if it was a problem to draw your beast in another universe setting ?(I'm thinking about the settings of :iconprehistoria-arpg: since it's prehistorical as well) By that I mean, is it a problem to draw your Aqrion with other arpg critter ?

(by the way the idea is pretty neat ;w; being a fan of Subnautica, I can only approve the concept ;w;)
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FirstNameICanThinkOf Featured By Owner Sep 25, 2018  Hobbyist Writer
Okay, I'm writing an Aqrion story, but it's kind of sad, so I need to know how Aqrions display sadness. Is crying a thing underwater? Also, what units do they use to measure distance?
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