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Deviousness `MelGama is an exceptionally thoughtful and community-spirited deviant. In addition, Mel's gallery is filled with deviations that are inspired by emotions and experience, with the intention of inspiring others. Ever eager to participate in the community, Mel can always be found giving positive comments to others, writing journals to raise awareness of other artists, and generally displaying all-around superstar deviant traits. Congratulations! Read More
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Sta.sh
The rain came, as it always did, at dusk in these parts. The sounds of nearby insects ceased or were drowned out by the familiar hiss of water. Every footfall was quickly swallowed up by greedy rushing water.
Gloom stopped suddenly. His eyes falling below him as he came to a cliff's edge. The ocean beneath him, what little he could see through the thick sheets of rain, was choppy. Endless crests of white upon gray murky depths.
Did his future home lay beyond this land; over these seemingly endless waters?
When he'd first come to the palace, there were even people inside and around it. After Gloom moved in, not many of them lasted long, but it wasn't the people he missed, it was their *things*. Eventually, even those diminished, rotted, vanished. Gloom was getting tired of having to constantly watch his collections turn to dust in his hands every few hundred years. He wanted to settle down for once.