Been a while since I've done a Mixels humanization, hasn't it? XD
First up in the series of my current Mixels that haven't been humanized yet are the Lemixians. I tried to keep the water-based theme as much as I could.
Happy Sunday...SSS...teaser for WIC? Please???? Many many thanks if possible today.
Sure! Just a heads-up, I’ve written an extra chapter that didn’t exist before. It is now in the capable hands of my beta. I’m not sure about her schedule right now, but I promise that as soon as I get it back, I will do my best to apply edits and get it out very soon afterward. I also plan on making sure all the rest are edited and I may drop them all at once if they are not in need of rewrites that need betaed. We shall see.
And now for your request!
Katniss pulled back just enough so she could look into her sister’s eyes. “This war will probably be here any day.” She looked around cautiously. It probably wasn’t safe for them to be outside. “Finnick and I are going to fight. We’ll probably join up very soon. I need you to stay here. Help Annie and Peeta. Maybe Mags can continue your healer training. Won’t be the same as me or Mama, but—”
“No.” Prim said, tears springing to her eyes. “You made me leave Rory. We probably won’t ever see Mama and Daddy again. And now you want to run away and leave me with people I barely know?” She pushed Katniss’s hands away. “I won’t let you, Katniss. You can’t. It’s not fair. I’ll have no one.” She turned and ran back into the house.
Katniss followed much slower. She stepped into the house and found the atmosphere was now very tense.
Prim was standing toe-to-toe with Finnick, which would have been comical with their height difference any other time. “I can’t believe you’re encouraging her, Finnick. You of all people know what it’s like to lose everyone. And here you are letting her plan to die in a war and leave me all alone.”
To his credit, Finnick remained calm. “I do know what it’s like. But I also know the need to fight for what is right. This is our chance, Prim. And I know it’s hard. I also know we’re not leaving tomorrow. We’ve still got time.”
“Time for me to say goodbye and wait for you both to leave me for good?” Prim stomped around him. “I hate you all.” She slammed the door to the room she and Katniss shared.
Johanna snorted from the corner of the parlor. Katniss hadn’t noticed she was even there.
“Do you have something to say?” Katniss demanded.
Johanna shrugged and turned back to the window. “Not a word.”
“Good.” Katniss stepped toward the hall, but Annie stopped her with a slightly raised hand.
“I may be overstepping,” Annie said, “but perhaps you should give her a few minutes alone.”
Katniss looked between Finnick and Peeta who both nodded. She let out a slow breath. “Fine.”
Already got another round of Mixel fantribes, with new experimental things going on. Bios under the read more.
Lurking deep in the waters of Mixopolis Harbor live the Lemixians. The stuff of legends, the scourge of ships, the nightmare-bringers of Pyrratz, they're rumored to be the fiercest, scariest, and meanest Mixels out there. Of course, rumors are rumors, and these guys are quite the friendly lot...if only they could shake those rumors and make new friends. Seaser is the eager leader of the tribe. What he lacks in limbs, he makes up for in speed. Like a snake, he slithers through the waves, which, while fast, has the downside of scaring swimmers. Krabken has been sculpted by legend into a fierce and ferocious creature...and she wants that rumor to hold true. In reality, she's skittish, easily confused, and very flustered. And a crushing grip doesn't make a handshake too enjoyable! Dogstro is the plucky puppy of the tribe. A literal dogfish, in his fully grown size, it's rumored he'll be able to swallow ships whole. But right now, he just prefers love nibbles to practice. And don't get him near fire or puppets.
Their Max is a tentacled serpent. Their habitat is an underwater lair.
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With a flair for the festival and a passion for the parties, the Praydz know how to celebrate events! They're loud, proud, and easy to draw in a crowd! Just hope their parties end before bedtime. Maskarni is the joyful leader of the tribe. Decked out in beads, feathers, and her ever present mask, she's the one that plans and preps the parades, and is often seen leading them, throwing beads and candy to the crowd. Her aim might be a bit lousy, but it helps deter Nixels. Bloon is the quiet member of the tribe. Puffed up with air, she can't speak, or she might let go of her air...just don't tell her that's not exactly how balloons work. She acts as the alert of the tribe, directing for bad weather, Nixel attacks, or any minor infraction that could ruin the parade...now if only she'd respond on those. Flotz, despite his vibrant bunting and headgear, is surprisingly calm and quiet. Often leading the back, he's the muscle of the tribe, able to support the weight of both members at once in a pinch.
Their Max is a giant parade float. Their habitat is a parade storage shed.
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Ever changing, the Dessents know how to see the beauty in everything, as everything is different at certain times. Even they are different at many times, as the next time you see them, their bright colors might be shuffled around in a different way than it was the last time! Moodri prefers not to take her emotions to chance, being the leader. So, she relies on her magical mood rings...and a few extra for safe keeping. They help show her the way of what it needed...or it just means she's cold and hungry again. Bizzma is a bit of an enigma. A literal square of a Mixel, she might match Cubits, but she doesn't feel like she matches other Mixels. Despite her confusion, other Mixels think she's quirky in a fun way. Amolight is an easily surprised Mixel. Whenever anything goes pear-shaped, she's more likely to hide in her shell. Which is a good thing, since that can often lead to to the attackers being too distracted by her pretty shell to realize her sisters are on their case!
Their Max is an ammolite-like creature. Their habitat is a gem mine.
