You already know that your scenics and animal avis are the bomb diggity, I surely don't have to tell you that! I absolutely love the colours in this and the movement in the silhouette. I'm actually really happy that you left white space and didn't do a full background with this as I think you would have lost a lot of the textures and different curves that you can see with just the coral and jelly.
Literally the ONLY thing I dislike is the dark purple tendril on the right hand side peeking out from underneath the cap of the jellyfish. It's not a terrible thing and I don't even know if it can be removed or if it's part of a bigger more important item, but the purple just stands out a wee bit too much for me and so my eyes hone on to it straight away. Other than that though I honestly don't have any critiques for this, you never go wrong with your scenics.
You escaped through your cell toilet. The prison had never had an aquatic inmate before, so it was hard for them to find the appropriate accommodation for you. Settling on putting you in a large fishtank inside of a regular cell, you were quickly locked away and soon forgotten about. Because you were not exactly a regular human inmate, the guards didn't have to come and deliver you food or take you on scheduled yard times. They were content to just leave you floating around your tank looking docile and bored. That was perfectly fine with you though. You were used to being ignored and underestimated, and in fact that was actually just how you preferred it. Each day as the guards continued to pay you no mind, you were training. Day after day you spent doing arm curls with the coral at the bottom of your tank, your tendrils growing thicker with muscle the longer into your sentence the days ticked.
On the 136th consecutive day, you were finally able to lift the entire coral reef from the bottom of your tank. You knew it was time. Wrapping 2 of your tendrils over the top of the tank's walls, you flexed your muscles and launched yourself up and out of the water. Your body sailed through the air, projected by the sheer force of your own strength, and landed with a loud
SPLOOSH in the toilet along the opposite cell wall that hadn't ever been used. You knew that even the idiot guards would have to have heard THAT so you quickly made haste in attempting to navigate the plumbing. Unlike regular toilets this one doesn't come with its own flusher, so using your tendrils for a second purpose you latched onto the walls of the pipes and forced yourself along, inching slowly but surely further with every heave. You heard faint bubbled shouting coming from above the surface of the bowl and felt a hand plunge in after you, scrambling frantically along the porcelain. Just as you thought you could pull yourself into the bend of the pipes, away from their prying hands, you felt a bony hand clamp around you. You pulled as hard as you could but your tendril was firmly in one of the guards hands and it felt like he had no plans of letting go. You sunctioned yourself more securely to the walls of the pipes and gave one big heave with all of the strength you had left. Just as you thought to give up you heard a faint POP and you were propelled back with the momentum of his release of your tendril. Seizing the opportunity, you pushed through the pain and made your way more hastily through the pipe until you finally found yourself plunging through the prison's sewer opening into the ice cold currents of the ocean. Sparing only a quick glance to the now numb tendril to your side, noting the colour turning a deep purple, you gathered your nerve and began the long and lonely swim to find a new place to call home
