SPLINTERLANDS ART CONTEST WEEK 362

ASSALAMUALAIKUM EVERYONE 🙂

I hope you all are fit and fine so today share a crocodile 🐊..

My entry splinterland contest week 362:

CROCODILE 🐊

Silas wasn't like the other crocodiles.Most were content with the primal rhythm of the swamp: basking, hunting, and repeating the cycle for decades. But silas craved order, a concept alien to his reptilian brethren.His scales were a dusky, mottled green, camouflaging him perfectly in the murky waters he policed, but his eyes-a striking, intelligent amber-marked him as different .They held a deep , unblinking awareness that seemed to miss nothing....

Raised in a remote, forgotten corner of the bayou,Silas witnessed the slow, creeping decay of his home.Unseen hands diverted waterways, and the lush banks were scarred by strange,metallic machines.His mother, a formidable but traditional matriarch,warned of the danger but could only teach him to hiss threats .Silas, However, saw the inefficiency in their ways.
He watched the humans,nothing their intricate dams and levees,and saw in them a perverse, destructive kind of order. It was then he decided that to protect his home, he would have to become the swamp's warden, a cold-blooded regulator of its natural chaos.

Silas's personality was a stark contradictionof his heritage.He wasn't impulsively aggressive but meticulously calculating.His movements were slow, deliberate , and purposeful, much like the changingtides of the swamp itself.he was a creature of routine, and this predictability made him both feared and respected by the others animals.The largest and most aggressive male crocodiles knew better than to challenge his authority over the best basking spots and hunting grounds.Silas maintained a strict, unspoken hierarchy ,ensuring a delicate balance that kept the peace-mostly..

His power was not physical dominance alone; it was his cunning.The other crocodiles were brutes, relying on surprise attacks and brute strength. Silas used their simple- mindedness against them, setting up elaborate ambushes using the swamp's natural features. He had an almost supernatural ability to sense vibrations in the water, a gift he sharpened over years. This sensitivity allowed him to map the movements to every living thing in his territory ,from the soft tread of a deer to the faintest ripple of an otter.He understood that true power lay in foresight, not raw strength ..

Despite his apparent coldness, Silas harbored a secret fear. He saw in the humans a reflection of a potential fate for his kind: being stripped of their wildness and reduced to something less.He would watch their boata from a distance,the unfamiliar sounds a jarring note in the swamp's symphony.His motivation was driven by a deep-seated desire for self-preservation , a desperate attempt to protect his world from the encroaching human world.He believed that if he could master order, He could control the chaos and save his home from its ultimate fate. He wasn't a hero driven by nobel ideals, but a pragmatic leader driven by fear .

His defining characteristics was his almost human like-intelligence ,an ability that both elevated and isolated him.He recognized individual humans by their scents and patterns , and he understood the danger they posed. He wasn't just a predator; He was a strategist .This made him a formidable and complex figure in the bayou's ecosystem,a crocodile whose mind was as sharp as his teeth.Sias's presence wasn't just a threat; it was a constant , unsettling reminder of a changing world, a world were eve the most ancident creatures had to learn newt tricks to servive.

This character sketch provides a detailed background, personality and motivation for Silas. How about we explore some potential challenges or conflicts he might face that test his strict control over the swamp? Would you be interested in outlining a scene where his meticulously planned routine is disrupted...

STEP NO 1:

My first step draw a crocodile 🐊 without eyes and using in pencil...