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Introducing: The IssaWatz

 



The IsaWotz Profiles (preliminary statistics)

1. Name, Fob: (Leader) color: Aqua-blue, Age: approximately 4+ million yrs. The oldest , and is at his happiest being a slob. Appearance: has 3 eyes, and stands at about three and a half ft.
 Of the group he’s the most thoughtful and hopeful one.

2. Name, Spike: color: Age: 3.2 million yrs. Color: Grey w/ speckles.
 Appearance: a gangly figure with a horn on his nose. The best friend of Fob. He’s the inventive one, also the one least likely to leave home. Always looking for ways to stay on top of a situation.

3. Name, Ray: color: Red. The energetic one. Appearance: alien growth atop his ears similar to horns yet unknown.
Displays the classic signs of A.D.D. Although, he tries his best to be help anyway he can.
Has a soft spot for Tess.

4. Name, Tess: the green one. Appearance: a little over 2ft. Her ears double as shields that cover her like a blanket. She’s the mothering type,
with an affinity for singing at every opportunity.
Tries to distance herself from Ray because he’s so clingy.

5. Name, Stunt: color: Navy blue appearance: as her name implies, she’s the smallest at no more than a 1/2 foot tall though she’s the warrior of the bunch. Hot tempered and sassy.

*Their ‘stacking posture’ is a technique
designed to multiple their strength. Lol






In the beginning… He created space.
Open, and vast, a world unto itself. A microcosm of a time inhabited by a very unique race.

Here, on a planet where atmosphere, and ambiguity are pristinely connected. Where
a species once numbered by the thousands,
now are scarcely counted in single digits
from what has so far been detected.

They are called, the IssaWatz. Alien creatures
that have found themselves at a crossroads.
For they have discovered their planet no longer
suitable to sustain life. It’s main resource, a gigantic fountain of a paisley-colored liquid
has been slowly fading into dust and that reality cuts into their souls like a knife.

Their leader, a aqua-blue, 3 eyed, figure of abundant ideas and incurable hope. He’s called Fob and he’s the oldest of the bunch.
He’s also the resident slob. Then there’s his best friend, Spike. The two together attempt to keep their small group together as a family unit. Fob believes there is something greater out there in universe, though it’s basically for him just a hunch.

One day, while foraging in the dry lands for food, he happened upon a strange cylindrical
object that to him appeared to be a “tooth “ from a star. It was believed by all inhabitants of this planet, that when a star grew in size, it freed a fraction of light loose. It would solidify as it traversed through space, and wherever it landed it became a tooth.

So begins a tale, as old as time and space.
It’s one where many will question its fundamental truths about alien life forms
and it’s eventual introduction to the human race.



P. S. Likely, arriving in a space on earth near you soon! lmao
Written by Poetikmind (_---_)
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Author's Note
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The artwork is provided & created by a friend named Ben Frazier…find him on Instagram @sreamingmousestudio 🤓
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