This is my art of the 'Tsunami' DTA character She/Her pronouns, Nickname is Unagi (Like the sushi) Backstory shall be typed in N + C
This is the one I really want- But Wilder is a good backup! It had been so cold and stormy, and she gently swayed with the roar of the sea and the terror in her heart was the exact of someone lost to sea. Unagi's mind was clouded, her body turning and twisting with the high waves, and she still stood, fatigued as she was. A smile crept across her face as tears of almost pure salt dribbled down her face and into the dark, screeching chasm. And with the torrent and constant slamming of water against the thinnening cliff she so precariously teetered on, the gate to her freedom and still her worst nightmare. But that no longer mattered, because she had left all that behind for her independence and stupid, stupid ego. Maybe mother had been right- she hadn't been good for anything at all, the product of a mistake and a liar. The growls and screeches grew louder as the thud of running paws and feet grew louder and closer, shaking and forcing her to stay still. Before she could stay again, Unagi took her final breath as she ran and plummeted towards the gaping maw of the dark water surging below. The jagged and weathered teeth opened joyfully to embrace yet another to consume, almost ready to jump out and clamp so tightly. Unagi could only imagine, as she tumbled through the salty, violent air and all sound stopped, as if to pay final respects to one more life. She wouldn't let this happen, so she turned nosefirst into a dive, aiming for a clear spot. She dove beneath the violence, beneath the chaos and into safety and protection. Unagi swam and weaved and sewed her world back together as she swayed in the tide and it took her places, wonderous and filled with color that she would have never seen if she had stayed on the desolate little rock that her mother forced her to call home. A small blue cat's body, withered and beaten by the rocks, sat on the bleached sand with a green and torn collar sat, waiting for it's master to wear it again. ᴄʜᴏᴏꜱᴇ wʜᴀᴛᴇvᴇʀ ʏou ʙᴇʟɪᴇvᴇ.