Username:
--- Limuma
Name:
--- Clarity
Gender:
--- Female
Eye colors:
--- █ █ #20BF9F #1D7CF2
: Clarity tends to travel a lot, meaning she doesn't see her home in long periods. She loves the most the feeling she gets when she reunites with her family.
Do they have any close friends? Why or why not?: A little red fox, who she met on her travel one day. She hangs out with some of the viscets back from the place she comes from, but to no one is she as close as to this sly little fella'. They tend to enjoy long walks trough the wood when nothing stops them from telling each other everything.
Personality: She's curious yet calmed viscet who likes to think before acting. She's bubbly and easy to talk with, making her a real talker sometimes. She loves spending time in nature as she feels like she belongs there. All the beautiful sounds always make her feel welcomed. The way plants turn from frozen and dead throughout the winter to colorful and playful during the springtime always fascinated her from years to years.
The First Meeting: (496/500)
> Story is written
By
Cakkesol,
Idea by me
Clarity was a fan of plants. She had to be, of course, as a florist. Plants were her life. In fact, that’s what she was doing right now. Looking for plants. Specifically, a rare flower that grew only in the far plains. She had played there as a child, but had never strayed far. This time, she would be. And so the viscet searched, peering at the ground for the plant.
Meanwhile, a young fox happened to be searching in the same plains. Prey had become scarce in the parts of the forest he usually roamed, and he would soon starve if he wasn’t provided food. Luckily, the grasslands had plenty of rabbits up for the taking. As he searched, he wasn’t aware it was almost dark outside. The days were getting shorter with the upcoming winter, but they were also getting colder. He trotted through the frozen grass, staring up at the night sky. The stars were always pretty to him. Eventually he spaced out, watching the stars dance in the sky, until he heard a noise. A rustling, ever faint yet still present amongst the quiet of the autumn night. The fox’s ears twitched when suddenly a dark figure leapt out of the tall undergrowth and wrestled him to the ground. A wolf, dark eyes reflecting the moonlight, pinned him to the ground. He widened his eyes in fear, wrestling as he clung to the hope of escaping death. But it was to no avail as his efforts did little to delay his fate. He scrunched his eyes shut, praying for a swift end, when he heard a muffled cry. He saw the wolf stumble backwards – a raspberry paw shoving something in his mouth.
Clarity didn’t really think of herself as a hero. Sure, she occasionally nurtured near-dead plants back to life, but it was nothing compared to the feats of her favorite fairy tale protagonists. Saving a fox should count as an achievement on her part. She had gotten lucky, staying out later than usual and happening upon a wolf attacking the poor creature. She had stuffed some foul-tasting berries in the canine’s mouth, causing it to leap back and run off. The fox then turned to her with an awed smile.
“T-Thank you,” he panted, probably still a bit flustered from the experience, “woah. You a viscet? Haven’t seen many of those in a while.” Clarity returned his smile.
“I’m Clarity. You?”
“I…don’t really have a name.”
“You don’t? Well then, I’ll just call you…Fox.” The fox let out a snicker.
“
Very creative. Anyway, uh…” he trailed off before continuing, “I was wonderin' if maybe…I could hang with you for a while? I promise I won’t cause you any trouble with…whatever you do for a livin'.” Clarity was surprised at the proposal, but merely smiled.
“Sure! I’m a florist, so you can help me look for plants. Sound good?” The fox smiled down at the ground. He finally had a home.
//Edit; I already won a GA viscet this month, but I can still win HM.
