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( OOC: I decided to do a little Writing Practice for Huckle to add some smaller Details to his Character design! I'll be switching between First-Person and Third Person View )
Huckle stirs awake at the sound of the Chirping Birds, shuffling around in bed as the Sun-Light beams through his window and paints his room with its Harsh, Golden rays, laying on top of him like a light, weightless layer of pure Silk. The breeze swings in through the small crack in the Window, bring the Sea-Otter a Sense of Comfort and Contempt. There we're times when the Weathers treated the Sea Otter rudely — Throwing the window open and Bombarding him with Rain and Thunder, sometimes leaving Cracks in his roof in which he'd have to fix himself. But other times, times like this, the Weather would treat Huckle like he was a Princess, waking him up with a Soft Breeze and a Warm Light — Maybe that Petrichor smell of the Rain and the droplets Dripping from his Roof and off of the Bright, Green leaves of his Crops. The way that it caresses the Crust of his Melons and the Vines of his Grapes, maybe collection juices from his Strawberry Field.
The Sea Otter smiles ever so softly as he lift up his head from his Pillow, his tail slightly peaking out from the underside of the bed along with his Large, Plump legs dangling onto the Floor. He took a deep inhale, exhaling and letting the Tension and Ache from the night push out of his body. He could smell it, the Dewey and Natural smell of the rain droplets as they dripped off of his Window ceil .. It rain. It finally rained, he can finally get a chance to relax his morning.
On second though, I think I'll go outside this morning, get a feel for the outdoors. I can feel my fear melting off of me... I'm like a feather, I feel so light... Finally.
Huckle finally gets up from bed, his feet rubbing against the Softwood floors and creaking against the Hardwood underneath, his Feet paws feeling a Sense of Comfort as they Squish against the boards. He lifted himself off of bed and walked over to the window, resting his arms against the ceil and looking out in the Distance.
Bright, Green, Fluffy Fields of Grass and Cattails paint the ground below him, growing tall and covering the small Chunks of Moss, Mushroom, and Fern on the Bases of the trees spread out on the sides of the Field. The trees grew up tall like the Otter himself, the fluffy leaves of the Willows and the Thick Woods of the Oak standing tall. Out in the field in different rows, the Droplets dripping down off each of his Crops. Watermelons, Melons, Strawberries and Cantaloupes. Grapes, Starfruits, Papayas and Kiwis. Any fruit he could get his paws on — along with the Occasional patch of Flowers between the Apples and Peaches. The Sunflowers had their heads arched up towards the Sun like always, staring longingly at the Sun and reaching up towards it with their petals.
Huckle saw himself as a Sunflower ... The sun was his Mama, the only Mama he feel like he had left ever since he did. She felt so close yet so far away, the Distant Memory of her being the Light of the Sun. Just like the flowers, he couldn't get too close to her — too dangerous to do so. And even if he could, if he could get as close as possible, she'd always go away in time for the Night to shine.
But right now the Sun is awake, so I'll have to be awake too. It'll be mean to leave her alone
He was tall, standing about 7ft tall — Tallest out of his entire family. He had a Round, Fat body with Larger thighs and Hips with a Small Chest, his belly poking out and resting at the top of his hips. For his height he was pretty ... Wide, as well. Huckle took his paws and placed them onto his sides, rubbing his hips and the lower part of his belly, giving it a few reassuring pats. He grasped his paws softly and began to turn around, taking in each crevasse and Mark on his body, his eyes watching the seas of Stretch Marks wave across his Hips and Chest — even the ones the Rode up his back and Down to his Lower Front and Back Thighs in smaller, yet Wider strips. The marks went around his hips and slightly onto his Backside. To some he looked like a Glutton, to others he looked like a Gigantic Plushie, but to him he looked just like Momma Sun. And the stretchmarks were the Stars were the Left-Overs from Father Moon.
Huckle faced forward once again, looking at the colors of his fur.
His face was a Bright, Tanish-White with smaller patched of a darker tan on his Nose and Upper-Lip, the Bright Tan of his Head and Neck work its way down to the gradient of his Dark Brown fur and Black Paw-Pads, the white of his Claws slightly peaking from his Large, Chubby fingers. His Claw color matched the color of his Long and Whispy Whiskers on his Doughy, Blubbery cheeks. Unlike some Otters, small patches of whiskers grew on his hips — in which he didn't mind that much. His fur was Long and Curly, fluffy up like he was still and Young Cub.
He moved out of the way of the mirror for a quick second, pulling out a White, Collared polo with a slight tan tint in the soft and fresh fabric. He slips it on his chubby body, following with a Green vest with Brown-Buttons and a Gold-Like Yellow stitching in the Fabric, a stitch of a rabbit on his chest; sitting right under his Breast Pocket. He took his Apron and wrapped it around his waist, looking himself in the mirror one more time
He looked at his Bat-Wing Fat as he arm sat on his side, his Large and Wide frame, the Stretch-Marks riding all across his body... Himself. He smiled softly, taking his Square glasses and slipping them on, grabbing his whicker baskets and leaving his room, slipping something else in his Breast pocket
" Time to start the Day . . ."
Huckle stirs awake at the sound of the Chirping Birds, shuffling around in bed as the Sun-Light beams through his window and paints his room with its Harsh, Golden rays, laying on top of him like a light, weightless layer of pure Silk. The breeze swings in through the small crack in the Window, bring the Sea-Otter a Sense of Comfort and Contempt. There we're times when the Weathers treated the Sea Otter rudely — Throwing the window open and Bombarding him with Rain and Thunder, sometimes leaving Cracks in his roof in which he'd have to fix himself. But other times, times like this, the Weather would treat Huckle like he was a Princess, waking him up with a Soft Breeze and a Warm Light — Maybe that Petrichor smell of the Rain and the droplets Dripping from his Roof and off of the Bright, Green leaves of his Crops. The way that it caresses the Crust of his Melons and the Vines of his Grapes, maybe collection juices from his Strawberry Field.
The Sea Otter smiles ever so softly as he lift up his head from his Pillow, his tail slightly peaking out from the underside of the bed along with his Large, Plump legs dangling onto the Floor. He took a deep inhale, exhaling and letting the Tension and Ache from the night push out of his body. He could smell it, the Dewey and Natural smell of the rain droplets as they dripped off of his Window ceil .. It rain. It finally rained, he can finally get a chance to relax his morning.
Huckle's Perspective:
Today's starting off ... Good, for once. It smells so good outside, and judging by the sunlight it feels much better too. And the rain was even colder today as well, judging by the Breeze, how cold it is and how quickly it blows across my body. It feels amazing, this cold feeling ... Maybe I can stay here forever, just let this hour creep for a bit longer until this ache goes away... But, at the same time...
On second though, I think I'll go outside this morning, get a feel for the outdoors. I can feel my fear melting off of me... I'm like a feather, I feel so light... Finally.
( End of Perspective )
Huckle finally gets up from bed, his feet rubbing against the Softwood floors and creaking against the Hardwood underneath, his Feet paws feeling a Sense of Comfort as they Squish against the boards. He lifted himself off of bed and walked over to the window, resting his arms against the ceil and looking out in the Distance.
Bright, Green, Fluffy Fields of Grass and Cattails paint the ground below him, growing tall and covering the small Chunks of Moss, Mushroom, and Fern on the Bases of the trees spread out on the sides of the Field. The trees grew up tall like the Otter himself, the fluffy leaves of the Willows and the Thick Woods of the Oak standing tall. Out in the field in different rows, the Droplets dripping down off each of his Crops. Watermelons, Melons, Strawberries and Cantaloupes. Grapes, Starfruits, Papayas and Kiwis. Any fruit he could get his paws on — along with the Occasional patch of Flowers between the Apples and Peaches. The Sunflowers had their heads arched up towards the Sun like always, staring longingly at the Sun and reaching up towards it with their petals.
Huckle saw himself as a Sunflower ... The sun was his Mama, the only Mama he feel like he had left ever since he did. She felt so close yet so far away, the Distant Memory of her being the Light of the Sun. Just like the flowers, he couldn't get too close to her — too dangerous to do so. And even if he could, if he could get as close as possible, she'd always go away in time for the Night to shine.
Huckle's Perspective
The Sun is so pretty from down here, from afar. She's out of my reach, out of my touch, but I can't help but to love her...
( His tail reaches over to a small Stool beside his Mirror and his Dresser, pulling it behind him and sweeping him off of his feet with a gentle push, causing him to sit down and study the Outside. His tail softly sways beside him like he's apart of the Patch of Sunflowers in his field )
She's pretty. He fur is a Golden Brown and her eyes are a Shiny Hazel, glittering like Citrine. She doesn't need to do her hair or Brush her fur. She doesn't need to wear clothes because she's already covered by the White, Fluffy clouds and the Stars pressed onto her Large, Hovering body.. I think she'd look like me.. That's why she's my Momma. I'm her little star, only going up to Father Moon when I'm tired.. Letting him watch over me while Momma Sun works somewhere else.
But right now the Sun is awake, so I'll have to be awake too. It'll be mean to leave her alone
( End of Perspective )
The Sea Otter lifts up from the stool and pushes it back over to the side of his mirror, walking past it before Stopping in front of the Crystal Clear glass. Huckle never took the time to actually look at himself, but he decide that he needed to seem himself someday.. So, he slipped on his glasses and took a Hard, Detailed look at himself.
He was tall, standing about 7ft tall — Tallest out of his entire family. He had a Round, Fat body with Larger thighs and Hips with a Small Chest, his belly poking out and resting at the top of his hips. For his height he was pretty ... Wide, as well. Huckle took his paws and placed them onto his sides, rubbing his hips and the lower part of his belly, giving it a few reassuring pats. He grasped his paws softly and began to turn around, taking in each crevasse and Mark on his body, his eyes watching the seas of Stretch Marks wave across his Hips and Chest — even the ones the Rode up his back and Down to his Lower Front and Back Thighs in smaller, yet Wider strips. The marks went around his hips and slightly onto his Backside. To some he looked like a Glutton, to others he looked like a Gigantic Plushie, but to him he looked just like Momma Sun. And the stretchmarks were the Stars were the Left-Overs from Father Moon.
Huckle faced forward once again, looking at the colors of his fur.
His face was a Bright, Tanish-White with smaller patched of a darker tan on his Nose and Upper-Lip, the Bright Tan of his Head and Neck work its way down to the gradient of his Dark Brown fur and Black Paw-Pads, the white of his Claws slightly peaking from his Large, Chubby fingers. His Claw color matched the color of his Long and Whispy Whiskers on his Doughy, Blubbery cheeks. Unlike some Otters, small patches of whiskers grew on his hips — in which he didn't mind that much. His fur was Long and Curly, fluffy up like he was still and Young Cub.
He moved out of the way of the mirror for a quick second, pulling out a White, Collared polo with a slight tan tint in the soft and fresh fabric. He slips it on his chubby body, following with a Green vest with Brown-Buttons and a Gold-Like Yellow stitching in the Fabric, a stitch of a rabbit on his chest; sitting right under his Breast Pocket. He took his Apron and wrapped it around his waist, looking himself in the mirror one more time
He looked at his Bat-Wing Fat as he arm sat on his side, his Large and Wide frame, the Stretch-Marks riding all across his body... Himself. He smiled softly, taking his Square glasses and slipping them on, grabbing his whicker baskets and leaving his room, slipping something else in his Breast pocket
" Time to start the Day . . ."
To be Continued . . .
