[9-9-999]

I am so happy that I get to own this beautiful child!!! Thank you so much Fallen!!!!!!!!!


Name: Soma
Gender: Agender
Preferred Pronouns: it/them

[9-9-999]

So I haven't been very active lately and a lot of my viscets have been collecting dust.. So I decided it is time to readopt some.

Rules:
You can change the name
The gender must stay female - she has bred

Code: Select all

Username;;
Name;;
Gender;; Female
Personality in 300;;
History in 800;;

Extras are unlimited, this will end on March 8th

[CO1LD]

Username;; Girl Wolf Furry
Name;; Solus
Gender;; Female
Personality in 300;;
Her personality burns brighter than the sun. ITS BLAZEN. She is a independent and a bit on the wild side. Loves to go and throw parties, but has a pretty badass side. Loves to dance and secretly can sing.(what her voice sounds likehttps://www.youtube.com/watch?v=d7us3EUDjBs) Also loves to makes puns because her fur is extremely relatable to fire. She is also kind and caring, being there and standing up for others. She also is great with kids, almost acting like one herself.
History in 800;;
She was raised on a mountain that was said to touch the sun. When she was born they say the mountain cut the sun and let it drip its fire on top her as a blessing. Her coat now holds its warmth and dangers that are noticed by all. When she grew older, she would hunt with her family and ended up being cut out for her coat. They told her that the light in all is graciousness was not needed for such a darkness. She took those words, trying to understand what her family meant, but couldn't. She was stuck collecting, gathering, and sorting the berries and nuts. One day she heard a bear had come to attack the youngest member and rushed to help. She got in-between the two and puffed up her chest and back fur. The wind just right with the beams of light coming through the trees made it look like she was a fire monster. The bear was frightened off and the family gave praise to Solus for saving the youngest one. They decided that she wasn't in need of protecting and let her back in the hunting group.

[Pumpkin Cupcake]

Username;; Pumpkin Cupcake
Name;; Sabrina
Gender;; Female
Personality in 300;; xXx
History in 800;;

xXx

[fromage]

Username;; Eikki to Selim Pride
Name;;
Gender;; Female
Personality in 300;;
History in 800;;

res!!

[Mint Chip]

Username;; Mint Chip
Name;; Salma

meaning "safe; peaceful"
Gender;; Female
Personality;;

Salma is certainly a viscet of distinction. Her natural charm
and elegance practically radiates off of her. Her personality is as radiant
as her markings and she is often told this as well. There is a beauty about
her that is far deeper than simply her pelt, it's her soul and the way she
presents herself. She is most assuredly a cut above the rest. But she would
never say that herself, she is far too humble in that way to think that highly
of herself. Still this does not mean that she is insecure, quite to the
contrary actually Salma is very confident and sure of herself. She aligns all
she does and all she says with what she feels and believes to be right.
She has done plenty in the years, gone through much in her time to give her
the sort of certainty in her decisions that only comes with the wisdom of
experience. She is overall a very optimistic viscet but keeps a realistic view,
which helps her to determine who she should and shouldn't associate herself with.
And to determine what someone's true intentions are. In some ways Salma is
believed to have an other worldly knowing to her, something that most seem to
think is some kind of magic or fantastical ability, and while Salma doesn't actually
believe that there is still no denying that her judgment is always on par. Her gaze
is also said to see right through the soul, but it's not in a piercing way; instead it
is in her compassionate, gentle gaze that sees right through to the depths of the heart.

(273/300)



History;;

Salma's history is one filled with a lot of trying times and both loss and despair. Her life has never been easy but she accounts all of her trials and hard times as building her into who she is today. After all it's only from the ashes that the phoenix rises again, which is essentially Salma's motto to her life. Salma's family life is hard to recall now. She doesn't remember much about either of her parents, but she recalled that times were good then. But just as all things must come to an end, so did those good times. When she left home her and her small pack were hit by a lot of terrible events. Several dying while the others were transported to a foreign land, Salma and one other of the pack are the only alive remaining members from that pack. Salma hasn't seen her friend since those days, but something deep inside tells her that he's still out there. Her heart hasn't ever steered her wrong so she puts a lot of her trust in it. Somehow along the way Salma's natural ability of discernment was enhanced and a sort of precognitive ability was added to it. She doesn't actually believe it's really that she can see the future or that she's a seer of any sort, but that isn't the truth of it. Something happened to her sometime during her travels that gave her a special extra ability.

Still Salma denies it even when it's obvious. In gaining this ability she's been able to save many lives, but there are still many that she had no effect on at all. Or ones that she was simply too late to aid. When first gaining these abilities she thought she was going insane and spent much of her time away from others. Eventually she found her way back to a familiar area that she joined the community of. She worked as a healer, alchemist, and apprenticed with another under the old healer. Salma and Farley spent a lot of time together, hunting down ingredients and mixing new concoctions together. Her future sight flared up while she was there and she foretold the death of their healer. In fact she told the old healer of her vision, but he dismissed it as nothing. But when it all came to pass the entire community turned to Salma with fearful and expectant eyes. Some called her a witch and wanted to run her out, but many more pleaded for her to stay. To become a fortune teller, to read the omens and continue to foretell the impending future. This of course wasn't at all what she wanted, but she didn't have much of a choice. She either had to leave or had to become the official seer of the community. So she stayed, Farley taking his place as the healer and alchemist while she foretold what she could see of the futures when they came to her.

After some time, she left that place, tired of being defined by some strange ability that she didn't even really believe in. She packed her things and left in the night, running into Farley on her trek out. She stopped as they both looked at one another, their gazes not wavering as they both searched each others soul. Salma had to smile; she saw greatness in her friend and a long life to him. He smiled bitter-sweetly and told her to be careful out there, and that he hoped she found happiness. She promised she'd try and after that, she left, never once looking back. Salma traveled a long time after that, meeting many people in her time. Some that she met she helped, others helped her through experiences - some good and some bad. She learned from all of them, even still being a young female in comparison, her soul felt old and wise with all that she had experienced. And her journey was far from over with yet.

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Story 1: On Her Own
(more in depth account of what happened in the first year she left home | before she meets Farley)

When Salma was on her own she found herself in a foreign land greatly different from what she had ever known when growing up. There were a series of horrible events that brought her here, ones that she remembers in great detail. She had been traveling with a small pack of viscets about her age, they were striking out on their own to find or make a new settlement. This was so they could make their lives away from where they had grown up and to create their own beginnings for themselves. At that time Salma saw it as nothing more than a big adventure, a grand opportunity to experience more of the world than she had ever seen before. While she was not wrong in thinking that, it wasn't at all the adventure she thought she'd be on. The group of seven's adventure was turning slowly but surely into a nightmare. One horrible event following another, beginning with the leader of the pack falling into the rapids when trying to cross the river. The group managed to pull his body from the waves downstream but by then he had broken many bones on the way down, he didn't live but a few days more. The next tragedy was on the heels of that one, one of the younger of the pack was scouting out the next area for sight or scent of prey. He wasn't well versed in herbs or berries as Salma had been, and he brought back poisonous berries that he had already consumed some of himself. Salma tried her best with herbal remedies she had learned, but he was long too. Two other members only days later were out hunting for the other five, the two split up to try and catch their prey. One of them ended up snared in a bad hunters' trap that she couldn't get out of. The pack fled when the hunters returned and as they fled heard the resounding blast of a gun. They were down to four now, and Salma was beginning to regret her decision to leave home. The other three began to get paranoid, which made traveling harder but they had to press on. It was their job to find a new place to settle and begin again.

Just when the four believed their luck was at last turning around for the better, the unexpected happened. A horrible storm came that forced the four of them to take shelter. They all fled together, slipping into the safest place they could find together. They thought that once the storm passed all would be well, but they were yet again wrong. Hesitantly, they began to creep out from their shelter, but were soon caught and dragged into the back of a human vehicle. Each of them were thrown into separate cages that were barely big enough to harbor them, and then everything was dark for a long time. When Salma saw the light again, nothing was the same; the air didn't taste the same and nothing at all was familiar She didn't know where she was but she knew she couldn't be anywhere near where they had been. She also couldn't find the other three she had been traveling with but something in her heart told her they were alive and to follow that. She began running, this place was big and the terrain strange with little tree coverage.

Salma didn't stop running for a long time, she was seeking out the scent of her companions but never found any trace of them. She ran into other creatures, both tall and small, all different and many terrifying. She fought off what she could and ran from what she couldn't. She traveled miles until she reached the base of a mountain, she had never seen one like this one and she was about to turn around when a familiar scent hit her nose. She turned back to the mountain and began the long trek upward. The trek to the top was the hardest thing that she had endured thus far and took her days to make it but she was too determined to give up. The scent she had picked up had been of her childhood friend, a male she couldn't forget about even if she tried. When she reached the top ledge she found a cave and followed the scent inside. The inside was misty and nothing could really be seen, nothing but a strange purple glow emitting from the center of the cavern. She walked cautiously to it, her heart telling her not to but she felt compelled to. When she stepped near the glowing light, there was a gust of wind and she felt like she inhaled something. All went black. When she awoke she found herself in a familiar place.

(804 words)



Story 2 - Two Apprentices
(more in depth account of Salma's time as an apprentice to a healer)

After Salma's first year worth of being away from home, she wandered for a very long time. Between the strange encounter with the violet mist, the myths littering this land and her own developing abilities, Salma had a lot on her mind. While she denied her sharpening awareness and any meaning behind her bizarre dreams, it was becoming increasingly harder to convince herself that there wasn't some weight to the rumors. There was a myth — a rumor — amongst the land that told of a strange and powerful mist that was found only if the heart was brave and pure. It told of a powerful drawing scent that came down the mountains, as the scent of a familiar. It always appeared as someone close to the individual, someone whom the individual cared deeply for. Many claimed to have encountered the beckoning, but few were ever said to have possessed the bravery to scale the mountain.

Salma had heard this myth many times now, but she dismissed it as coincidence and nothing more. Her dreams, however, were relentless in reminding her that it surely wasn't the case. She would awake from night terrors or strangely realistic dreams, only to experience the dream, in reality, the following week or less. Sometimes these dreams were more frequent and the occurrence more frequent as well. She ran into many people she tried to help from their fates, or from what was to come but much she could do nothing for. For a long time, she still avoided others and communities; believing she was going insane from stress or grief. It was at this time that she stumbled upon a community of viscets, ones who welcomed travelers and wanderers with open arms.

Salma was wary of staying but after some convincing, she agreed to stay a while. She made herself at home there best she could, but her dreams still didn't cease. It took her a while to get accustomed to the way this community lived and thrived. She wasn't certain where she'd fit in until the old healer and herbalist declared he needed to take on a couple apprentices to replace him. Salma recalled being good with herbs and so requested to be mentored by him. She was not the only viscet to ask this, another had shortly before her. His name was Farley, he was a soft green pelted male, with peculiar ears and a fox-like tail. She found him to be both odd and somewhat frustrating to be around. Neither of them knew each other well, but now they both were being mentored by the same old viscet. In the spring and summer days, they were both sent out to hunt and collect as many herbs and ingredients as they could possibly find. Initially, Salma hated having to go with Farley, he was always straying from the normal paths in search of strange plants she'd never heard of before. After a while, she found herself used to this quirk and often followed directly after him to seek out what he was searching for as well. The two spent more time around one another than they did their mentor. They learned much from one another and teaching the other their new discoveries as well.

By fall, the two were practically inseparable. This was the first time since Salma had left home that she had begun to feel at home. Her dreams and night terrors had stopped some time ago, and she was beginning to believe she would be able to go back to being normal again. She continued to spend her time hunting for materials with Farley, even as the season began to change more drastically. Ingredients were becoming more sparse, so they were forced to try and sustain themselves more on the stock they had already gathered. Luckily for them, they had more than double the ingredients and herbs than they had the previous year. Still, Farley would venture out but Salma chose to stay behind and aid their mentor. With the cold setting in, the old male was moving a lot slower and didn't have as much energy to watch after the community like he had during the summer. Salma had begun to worry more though about her mentor's health after she had a particularly startling night terror. She had this dream three nights in a row before coming to her mentor to warn him of what her dreams had foretold. The old viscet said she was imagining things and dismissed her warning without a second thought. Having no one else to turn to, Salma went to Farley with her dream and told him that it wasn't the first time she'd dream visions that came to pass. This troubled Farley but he believed her words and did his best to console her for what they both feared would happen soon.

As Salma's visions had foretold, the elder alchemist died before the first snow of winter. It may have been his time but he didn't die of natural causes. Everything that came to pass was exactly as she had seen it. When the community heard that Salma had seen this loss before it's time, many of the community grew wary and fearful of her presence. But as many that were wary, there were that much more that were intrigued and found her to be an asset. Much of the community wanted to run her out, but the others wanted her to remain there and tell the futures of the community. While Salma really didn't want either option, she chose to stay because this had still been the old home she'd had in almost two years. Farley took over as the alchemist and healer of the community while Salma became the official fortune teller. A job she hated greatly, during times of famine, darkness, storm or sickness, she was always the one called upon to seek an answer to what the future would hold. While she didn't mind helping the viscets of this community, she hated her label and all the responsibility that came with it.

It was nearing the season change to summer again, times were good amongst the community. It was then that Salma decided it was the time she took her leave. She couldn't stay here, using this ability like she was, it wasn't right. She packed her few belongings and herbs before wandering outside of the communities residence. On her way out of the territory, she ran into Farley, who was returning from a late night herb hunting trip. They both stood there, just gazing at one another in silence. The both of them knew this would likely be the last time they'd see one another. In silence, their eyes searched the soul of the other. She smiled slowly, she could see visions clear as day of what his future held. He's destined for greatness, so much greatness. She thought when Farley broke the silence. "You be careful out there." He smiled slightly, trying not to seem as sad as he was that she was leaving. "I hope you find what it is you're looking for, and the happiness you deserve." It was hard to say goodbye to him, but she dipped her head in acknowledgment. "I will, I promise." After only one moment more of silence, she moved on. It was hard not to look back, not to officially say goodbye to her close friend but she had a feeling one day, they might meet again.

(1248 words)



ress - I always loved this babe c: so if I have time I'll try

[iBrevity]

what a lovely babe <3

[Hail.]

Username;; Howlingtothestars
Name;; Soma
Gender;; Female
Personality in 300;;

Soma is the thorn and the rose. Beautiful, graceful, elegant on the surface, but look a little deeper down and you fill find a twisted monster poised to strike. She is not polite, nor rude or cruel, but instead maintains a calm exterior and a peaceful expression, as though she has lived a thousand years and has seen it all. When she speaks to you, her voice is soft and fluid, but has a certain air behind it which hints at her feeling as though she is superior to you in several ways. In a conversation, she is calm and collected, but very curious. She turns every topic to you and holds genuine interest in what you have to say and the life you live, but will gently brush off any questions or remarks about herself. This may seem selfless and good, but do not be deceived by the beauty of the rose. Soma uses information she gains against others in cruel ways, and it will happen in an instant. One moment a clueless viscet is chatting away with the beauty, and the next they are encased in stone while she walks away with that calm, peaceful expression.


To her own family, she is only slightly less cruel. She retains her curious questioning and elegant composure, but the chances of her doing cruelty to you if you are related are far less than if you were to be a stranger, enemy, or even a friend. She has a soft spot for those which share her bloodline and is thus kinder to them, though that kindness steadily dissolves the further away one relative is from her. To be safe, you must be a parent, sibling, or child of hers. Any others have a thorn pointed to them, ready to draw blood.

History in 800;;

Panic. Frustration. Anger.

Hatred.

The emotions flowed through Soma like a raging river, endless and fierce.

She couldn't. She had to.

She paced, her tail lashing as the panic flared in her eyes and chest. How? How could she do this to someone so innocent? A pathetic plea came from them and her ears flattened against her neck as she tried to shut out their voice.

What had they done to deserve this? Why did she have to do this?

She stopped in her tracks and turned to face them, the one who threatened her, who was forcing her to do this. The agony of regret swelled within her throat as she realized that the only way to get out of this, would be to kill the innocent viscet before her.


Soma was born into a peaceful, but broken home. Her parents were not together, but remained nearby for her sake until she was old enough to choose who she would live with. This led to several arguments and bitter glares between her two parents, but every time when they noticed she was watching, the anger would melt away as they came to her to comfort her.
At a young age, it became apparent that Soma was... different. Something inside her was different, and it showed in the way she thought, spoke, and moved. It set her apart from the other visclings and led to her isolation from them, but she did not seem bothered by it. Company or no company, she retained the same expression and did not seem bothered in the slightest. Things were good and calm, and Soma saw it no other way.
However, she could not have predicted the approaching storm which struck her from the perch of her happy life.
It happened in an instant. Gallow came home with a grim expression and spoke with Tsukasi. Rage filled her expression and she struck him across the face with a paw, cutting his cheek. The two erupted into anger, while Soma was left sitting in silence, gazing at the red droplet which had fallen before her paw. She lowered her head and sniffed it, uncertain of what to feel or do. She turned her purple eyes to her shouting parents and felt fear rush down her spine as her mother lunged at her father and the two broke out into a tooth and claw fight. She didn't know what to do. She had to stop them, but how. Her sounds were ignored and drowned out by there screaming, her actions ignored by the continuous attacks from one another. She felt frustrated and angry.
"Stop!"
It was not heard.
"Stop!!"
They continued. She arched her back, lowering her head to her paws and covering her ears. She squeezed her eyes shut and felt a surge of strength rush through her lungs and along her throat. She screamed one last time.
"STOP!!!"
The world froze in time and her parents collapsed to the ground, unconscious. She opened her eyes and gazed at them in confusion, but did not speak. A strange purple mist began to fill the air around her and she watched in curious silence as it swarmed her and covered the world around her in a lovely shade of purple. She felt... peaceful. It was nice.
As the mist slowly faded, it was clear that she was no longer anywhere near her parents or her home, but she did not mind, in fact she was happy. Free at last from their contention, it was now time to reconstruct her life.

The next months were challenging, but Soma adapted quickly. She taught herself to stand, walk, and run, but most importantly... she taught herself spells. On that fateful night it was made very clear to her of what kinds of talents she had that her parents had not foreseen, and she intended to build off them, to work them into the strongest part of who she is until she could wield them without struggle. She snuck into libraries and "borrowed" books on sorcery and witch craft, then studied night and day, endlessly working to gain more knowledge on this gift. She was very careful about everything, stealing books only at night and always returning them before dawn came, but she was unaware to the creature which watched.

And now, she is here, in this cave atop the mountain with a monster watching above and a helpless creature curled up before her, pleading for mercy. Kill it or be killed. How to make a choice? How to chose to put a strangers life to an end to spare your own, and how to deal with the suffering which comes with doing so. After that day, Soma was never the same, and perhaps never will be the same again.

Family Relationships

Soma and Azrael (owned by James.)


There is one viscet in the world that she holds in higher regard than any other, and that is her son Azrael. Since the day he was born she has always been more than a little protective of him. She raised him herself, never really giving his father a chance to help, and eventually when the two split, she took Azrael with her without a second thought.
As Azrael grew, Soma's pride for him expanded as well. She taught him to fight and defend himself, but not once did she ever bring up her magic to him. She kept her ability hidden from her son, though she did use it around him often without explanation. As he grew, however, she used it less and less out of concern that her child would figure out what she was doing and ask her to teach him, for she knew she could not refuse him.
As time passed, it became apparent that it was time for Azrael to go his own way in life. The separation was hard for both mother and son, but Soma found comfort in the echo she received from his heart during their final hug. He was loyal to her, and she knew that he would return to her. This was not the end. As she watched him leave, a dark presence began to trickle down her spine and she frowned deeply, uncertain of what it was or what it meant for her son.

Soma and Kahli (owned by me)

Oh how Kah would dread the day he met his half-sister, how he would long for the days he was alone with his wicked tail, Ama, if it meant he would no have met Soma.
The two first ran into each other when Kahli was taking his usual stroll to the waterfall to calm his spirits. Ama was lazy today, dragging on the ground behind him and grunting in slight annoyance when he bumped into a rock or stick. Despite the low activity from the tail, Kahli was still nervous and constantly glanced at the thing to ensure that it was not preparing to rip off his head. It was when he had turned his head to look at the tail that he ran into her, quite literally. Already on edge he unleashed a screech and jumped back, landing beside his tail and launching away from it in an instant. Soma, however, stood still and simply watched him. Kah opened his mouth and began apologizing fervently, but Soma simply examined him. Her eyes rested on his side where familiar feather and leaf markings patterned him. He was younger than her, that is certain, but the markings clearly resembled her own, though in a different color. "What might your name be?" Her voice was like silk and instantly calmed the anxious viscet.
"O-oh, I'm k-Kahli, and t-this is A-aman-nojak-ku." He hastily gestured to the tail which rose from the ground and shook its head as if frustrated. It was curious, a viscet with a living tail. She pondered how she could have missed him, especially if her suspicions about their family ties were true.
"Who was your father?"
He tilted his head slightly, confused at the reasoning behind the question. "Gallow, my mother wa-"
"You are my brother?" Both of them stood and stared at each other, Kahli in shock and Soma in deep thought. There was no way they shared the same mother, that was easily out of the question. Her mother bore no purple and was dragon-like if anything, certainly not like how Kah appeared to her now, but their resemblance through Gallow was undeniable.
From that point on, Soma spent her time with Kahli, getting to know the timid viscet as best as she could. Kahli was happy and cheerful at first, but soon caught on to a dark aura from his half-sister, which lead him to keep many secrets from her. His mate, the times Ama takes over, and his son were all stashed away in darkness to keep her unaware. In time he would come to greatly appreciate his action in doing so, as Soma began to use him as almost a test subject of sorts. She placed curses and spells on him then would check in within a week, where she would lift them while also asking how his week had been to get information of their affect. She knew he was withholding information, very important information, but did not press him. If it was truly important to him then he would eventually slip, it was all just a matter of time.

Soma And Mindu and Stitchling

Typically, Soma is not kind in the slightest way to her half-siblings, particularly if they happen to have a tail mouth, however... Mindu and Stitchling were different.
She encountered the duo when she was following Kahli's trail through a corn maze. It was a peculiar thing to do but she chose to enjoy it rather than question it. As she rounded a corner, the pps jumped out and shouted at her in an attempt to scare her. Instead, Soma just raised her eyebrows and noticed the trademark feather markings of her father. Another sibling, a half-sibling to be precise. Getting to know the youngster wasn't quite a challenge, she was very friendly and happy, but was also easily distracted at times. Still, Soma found herself growing attached to the child the longer they talked. She had not known she had a sister, and though she will always be a child, Soma felt a deep connection with her, one almost as strong with that of her own son. Almost.
Soma visits the duo often and enjoys wandering through the corn maze in a game of hide and seek. Of course, Soma does cheat from time to time by using her magic, but she keeps it well hidden from the child. Mindu and her living tail Stitchling are the only siblings and tail mouth that Soma truly cares about.

Q&A

Q: So, Soma, how did you get your name?

A: Interesting that you should ask that. I gave it to myself, after I got away from my parents. It is the body aside from the soul and mind.

Q: Why did you choose that name?

A: It is the body aside from the soul and mind. Material, things you can touch. My name is the material, my actions and abilities are the rest.

Q: Oh... So... What made you want to have a son?

A: I never planned on it, to be honest. It was one of those things that you just don't expect to happen. I met Empire, a figure of power, and believed myself to be in love. Emphasis on believed. Azrael was the result of that, and I do not regret him.

Q: What happened between you and Empire?

A: People fall apart, that is all I will say.

Q: So... what was your inital reaction to Azraels relationship with Tyrament?

A: I was.... enraged? Infuriated? Furious? Sure. I did not want anyone having control over my son. However, after Azrael introduced me to him, I knew everything would be okay. I trust him, and I will tell you know that he is nothing like what you are imagining.

Q: What do you mean by- So how did you come to knowledge of your abilities with magic?

A: I knew of them after the final fight of my parents. I unleashed some sort of spell which wiped their memories of each other and took me far away from them. From then on things only grew.

Q: What is your favorite kind of spell?

A: Please, I don't handle spells alone. Curses are my favorite. They are harder to removed. Of those... my favorite would be ellika nam ronam-

Q: O-Okay! Thank you, but you don't need to finish that. Um... how about music? Do you like it?

A: Music is.... insignificant. It is nice as background noise but nothing more.

Q: Oh... Well... What do you do when listening to music in the background?

A: Study and practice. You should be able to guess what.

Q: Ah, that makes sense. Does it make it easier?

A: No. But that is the point. I learn them in hard ways so when I preform them it is easy.

Q: Ah, that is smart... How about friends?

A: What about them?

Q: Do you have any?...

A: Friends are pointless. I have acquaintances and family. A friend can only get in the way.

Q: Oh... are we acquaintances?

A: No.

Q: ......

A: ........

Q: I should probably go...

A: You should.

Short Answer Interview

Have you ever encountered any demons or angels?

Yes. Back when I was younger and was still working to understand the gift I had, there was one demon which was watching me from afar. He did help me in gaining certain books, that I know for sure. He was biding his time for what seemed like forever, always watching and waiting. When I was old enough and skilled enough, he came and spoke my true name, which is not Soma in case you were wondering. That gave him complete power over me, and he then proceeded to use me to kill an enemy of his, a young angel name Kalligra. She was innocent, the only wrong doing she had ever committed being stopping the demon from killing a child.

So, did you kill her?

Please let me finish, no interruptions from here on out. I was stuck. Kill her or die myself, there seemed to be no way out. Except that there always is. I put a curse on the demon which turned him inside out and ordered him to release me or live his life inside out. He was not a clear thinking beast and released me. I did not uphold my end of the bargain.
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What was something you did that terrified you?

Summoning. I was young when I first tried it, I was in desperate need for company and thought it was they way to go. It took me quite the amount of time to gather all of the books and practice it, but after six months I felt as though I was ready. I made the summoning circle, spoke the ritual words, and used all of the proper ingredients, except for one. I used to small of an amount of water. The... thing was like a shriveled up prune and made this ghastly groaning noise. It terrified me and the image of that creature still lingers in my mind. It was supposed to be a bunny, but wound up as something wretched.
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Have you ever killed anyone?

No, not really. Even the demon was left alive. There are creatures I have turned to stone or to a liquid, but they are never really dead and it is easy to restore them to how they were. Despite it all I only believe in killing those who truly deserve it. The demon was clueless and vengeful, it does not mean he deserved to die. The king was lustful and greedy, it does not mean he deserved to die. I think with a wider perspective before casting my spell. I focus on the whole rather than the damaged pieces. Sometimes my curses teach them a lesson, sometimes they don't.
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What was the greatest thing you have done?

Have and raise Avrael. He is my joy, and my eternity. If everything in the world had to decay, I would be fine so long as he is alright. I have great pride in him, he has done so well and has been so honorable his whole life. He is certainly one I regard to be far greater than others, and his life is far worth the loss of entire universes. If I had a say in it, he would be King of everything he touches. But, I do not have that power. I do, however, have the power to harm those who seek to harm or insult him, so it is best you change the way you are thinking of him right now.

The War of Predators

It was a crystal clear morning. The sky was that perfect shade of blue without a cloud to taint it, the birds were singing their cheerful songs, and flowers slowly bloomed at my feet, opening up to the light of the sun above. It was truly a lovely, perfect, and dreadfully boring morning.
I walked atop the grass, my magic drifting from my paws and forming various shapes and creatures which ran around me through the air. This usually would entertain me and help awaken my mind and heart, but this time it just felt vacant. I swiped a paw through the air, dismissing them, and watched as they faded away like smoke from a dead fire. I frowned and looked around. What to do on such a perfect, bland morning? Azrael was with Tyrament by now, that was certain, and Kahli with his living tail Amanojaku was likely still asleep. I pondered on his little sister for a moment but shook my head, she’s likely still asleep like her brother or is playing with her many friends. With a groan, I flopped to the ground, slamming my tail down beside me. It seemed as though there is nothing else to do on such bland day but bland things. So, I began to rip the grass from the ground beside me beneath the perfect sky.

I do not know how long it had been when I started ripping the grass, but when the sky began to darken so rapidly I had cleared most of the ground to my left, leaving it dull brown and as bland as the morning is, or, was. I turned my gaze to the sky and watched as clouds seemed to materialize from thin air and gravitate towards one point. They rumbled with thunder, but showed no other signs of bear rain or lightning. I watched these clouds for a moment until I finally grew bored of them and returned my eyes to the grass I was ripping from the ground. One blade refused to budge at my tug, so I tightened my grip and yanked on the blade until it was torn from the ground, roots and all. Curled around the base of it, a long worm writhed, flinching from the sunlight and dry air which suddenly swarmed over it. I set it on the ground and watched the blind creature squirm aimlessly, its head nudging the dirt as it tried to look for a way down. My left paw began to glow with magic which extended and sharpened, becoming a clear knife. Swiftly, I cut the creature in half and watched both ends writhe. Worms were intriguing creatures, as bland as they were. I moved to cut it into fourths, but a very peculiar sound stopped me and brought my eyes to the sky.
It was like the humming of a large machine and vibrated through the air. I could only assume it came from the thin line of blue and green from the sky located within the center of the cluster of clouds. Interested, I watched the line as it suddenly became an angle and the humming grew louder. As a third side extended from the new line to form a triangle, the humming seemed to grow and grow until I had to cover my ears in irritation. The instant the third line connected with the first, creating a triangle, the space within it suddenly became negative and I watched as a viscet shot through it and plunged to the ground. Today has suddenly become quite interesting.

It took me only ten minutes to make it to where the viscet fell. The triangle in the sky was long gone by the time I arrived, having disappeared only a moment after the viscet fell, and the clouds were beginning to drift apart and fade away. I paused as I entered the part of the viscets impact. The trees were bent away from the location of where they landed and there was four small indents in the ground, signs that they landed on all fours with quite the force. I moved in and sniffed the four indents curiously, and then raised my nose to the sky to catch their scent and further explore this portal jumping stranger. It was a male, an adult for sure but younger than me, and had this strange stench, like burning ink. It was easy to pick his scent out from the others around me, but not easy to pin point him. I was still seeking him when my eyes locked onto the eyes of another. Slit, with blue green and purple. Piercing eyes that cleared showed rapid moving thoughts and the mindset of a predator. He did not fear me, but was observing me, determining if I was friend or foe. He did not seem bothered in the slightest that I had noticed him and instead remained where he was, steadfastly staring at me and never seeming to blink. I was faced with two options at this point: call out to him in greeting and play nice, or pull up a spell and try to strike him, risking a fight. While the morning was indeed bland, it was still not bland enough for me to want to engage in combat. “Hey, that was quite the fall you had, are you alright?”
He did not answer, his eyes didn’t even show a flicker of change. It was a little disturbing, to have a creature be so stoic and calm. For the first time since my encounter with that demon, I felt a twinge of fear run through my blood. It was as though he truly saw me as prey, as though he were just waiting for me to drop my guard enough for him to lunge from the shadows and rip out my throat. My heart rate picked up at the thought and my paws began to warm, waiting to unleash their magic. Without thinking, I allowed them, and shot a purple beam straight between his eyes. The beam passed through quickly and the eyes remained for a moment before fading into the darkness. I turned around sharply and listened. I did not hit him, he was still here. I went to make another turn and froze in my tracks as I came face to face with him. He was tall, about nine feet, and gave off an aura of bland authority, as though no one could question his place above all. He was dark in color but had blue skeletal markings with white swirls and streaks around them. His nose and large ears were a vibrant but soft yellow and seemed to only accent his silted eyes. The strangest thing, however, was his tail. It came to a point like a whip and bore not tail tuft on its tip. I watched it flick from side to side, a clear sign of annoyance, and jumped slightly when he spoke.
“Are you trying to pick a fight with me?” He was calm, and his voice was so mellow that I actually felt myself relax. It scared me and I realized just the affect I must have on others. It was awesome.
“Of course not, you just startled me. For a moment I thought you were intending to kill me.”
“And you think otherwise now?”
“Of course.”
“Why?”
“If you intended to kill me I have a feeling that I would be dead by now.”
He was silent and there was no change to his expression to give away his thoughts. It made me nervous again.
“So, portals, huh?”
“It is how I do my job.”
Finally, there was a glint in his eye that reviled something. Pain and nervousness. Something had happened which led him to coming here, but how to find out…
“Did something happen?”
“In a way.” He turned from me and began to walk away. He clearly did not fear me in the slightest, or else he would have kept an eye on me at all times, though I suppose those large ears could hear every movement I made. I began to follow him, curious. I wondered if he was with Tyramnet, perhaps Azrael knew him?
“What is your name?”
“Akuro.”
I frowned a little. I had not heard that name before that was for sure. I’d have to ask Azrael about him the next time I saw my boy. “What might you be doing here?”
“Refuge. What world is this?”
The way he spoke made my fur bristle and I suddenly felt myself growing slightly angry. He had completely flipped me on my head, turned the tables to where he was leading the entire conversation though I was the one asking the questions. It was off putting, to have my own methods turned against me with such ease and only increase the tension within my blood over his presence. I did not like him. He made me nervous, he made my blood grow thick and tense. He… he scared me.
“KeiNairi.”
“Hm.” He turned his eyes to the sky, which was now vacant of clouds. “It is clear that you are afraid of me, so go on ahead and leave, Soma.”
My blood ran cold and my heart pounded in my ears. So this is what those who I had tormented felt like. He knew my name, he knew my emotion, and from the sideways glance he gave me he knew what I was thinking. Who was he? What was he? I had never felt such intense fear before, even when the demon had ordered me to kill the angel. What was this, how was he doing this?! I grew frustrated, angry, and terrified. I suddenly found myself immobilized by these emotions, even my magic was choked off. I wanted to run, I wanted to fight, I wanted to kill him… I wanted him gone.
“Soma. I do not know the entirety of what you have done, but I will tell you this.” He moved to me in a fluid motion until his head was a centimeter from mine and his piercing eyes stabbed through mine and struck my soul. “Should you come after me with that magic once more, I will not refrain from killing you.” With that, he turned away and began to walk in silence, an aura of dark annoyance seething from his fur. I collapsed my flank and pressed a paw against my chest. My heart was pounding and I could feel it in my ears and neck. I watched him disappear into the woods and narrowed my eyes. Whatever he was, I would find a way to defeat him. To return this fear he had shot through me to him tenfold and make him suffer for what he had said and done. A grin stretched across my face and I choked on a laugh. Never before have I been so afraid, but never before have I felt so alive. Truly this was a war among two great predators, and there could only be one victor.

Stronger

It had been two weeks since I had encountered Akuro, and since then I began to practice harder to grow stronger. Before he came along there was no one to challenge me. I was the queen of this world, untouchable and feared by all who saw me, but him… He was not like the rest of them. He did not fear me and did not even bother to keep his guard up around me, as though I were nothing more than an ambitious child. I was going to change that. I was going to make him realize how low on the power chain he was, I was going to put him into his place. To do that, I needed to get stronger, and I knew exactly where to go to do that.
I approached her den in silence. Ice branched from the inside and fanned out in spikes and coated the ground making it harder to walk. I curled my toes and dug my claws into the thick ice as I entered her den. She stood from her kneeling position in the den and turned to face it. Akachi, the ice wielder. She may not look it, but from her past within a facility which raised her to be a police viscet over a city where she would have to kill any who rebelled, she was quite the savage fighter.
I smiled at her and spread my paws as though to hug her. “Akachi, long time n-“
She bared her fangs and flattened her ears against her head. “Don’t come any closer, witch. What do you want?”
“Is that any way to greet an old friend?” I stepped closer to her, the smile still on my face.
“I said don’t come any closer, witch!” I grinned. She still feared me, good.
I dropped the façade and frowned at her. “I need to get stronger.”
Her features relaxed and she raised up a little higher in curiosity, her ears raising as well. “Why?”
I narrowed her eyes. If I told her about Akuro then she would not fear me, it could give her hope. I had to lie. “Why not? I want to be able to blast a tree into splinters for fun, so I need you to help me with several things. Attack, swifter moves, defence, dodging-“
“Why would you need to dodge a tree?” Her eyes narrowed in suspicion and my fur bristled.
“For when a branch whips back at me, and who said you could question me?” I stepped towards her and raised my head, baring my fangs. I was smaller than her, sure, but it was all about the parade you put on that gave you the upper hand. She shriveled away from me and looked away, intimidated.
“Fine, I’ll help you. Let’s go.”
I stepped to the side and gestured for her to lead the way. She was hesitant but obliged and walked outside. I followed her closely as she led me past the ice and to a clearing of mud and grass. It was slippery, but was likely a good think. If I could fight him on slippery ground that I trained on then he would be at a disadvantage. A smile spread across my face at the thought of him slipping and sliding about desperately trying to dodge or fight back until he collapsed into the mud and surrendered, his body trembling in terror. Akachi’s voice pulled me from my day dream and I turned to face her.
“Are you ready?”
“Let’s go.”


Eleven hours later, I stood, breathing heavily with mud covering my fur in patches. Akachi struggled to stand up once more but her forepaws gave out and she flopped to the mud. I grinned. Once more, the student surpasses the mentor, and Akachi has been placed where she belongs once more. “Thank you for the lesson, have a nice night.” I padded past her, and left her in the mud as I went to bathe and prepare for my battle that would occur the next morning. As for Akachi, I do not care much for those who I have already conquered and who understand their place. It is the stronger ones who I know I can beat but just want to play with that I am so sweet to, but that trick did not stand with Akuro for even a millisecond, and that disturbed me. As I cleansed my fur within the clear pond near my home, my mind went back to his face, so calm and cold, and his eyes moving to my very soul, even reading my thoughts. My muscles stiffened for a moment and I shook my head, shoving the thought of him aside. It is a war of two predators, only one can come out triumphant, the other will kneel in the dirt and be proven for the fool they are. Never before had a viscet made me feel like this, even when I met Tyr. It was clear that Tyr was stronger than me, but it was the way he spoke and acted that made me not want to try and destroy him. Besides, he was close with my son and I would not want to do that to my Azrael. But Akuro… he was stronger and he knew it, and he placed himself over me. No longer would I stand for it, it was time to put him in his place. At least, in the morning it would be. For now, I surrender to sleep to regain my strength for the war to come.

Q&A Attempt 2!

Q: So, how has your journey to destroy Akuro been going?

A: not perfect. It's hard to find him, I haven't seen him since our first encounter.

Q: Oh... so do you still plan on-

A: of course, as soon as I find that coward I will fight him.

Q: So... the way you treated Akachi.. was unusual...

A: it's because of our past encounters. Sweet talk doesn't work on her, so I have to be cruel.

Q: ah... how about something more cheerful? What is your favorite kind of weather?

A: unpredictable, but no wind. I absolutely hate the wind, it's so frustrating.

Q: So... I have been wondering something... what do you intend to do when you find Akuro?

A: It is simple. Humiliate him, beat him, and then kill him.

Good luck with that.

[Synerie]

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[G1 Sunstreaker]

Sunrises over the eastern hills had always been serene. The vibrant colors streaking across the wakening sky were such that it would be impossible to recreate them with any known medium.

The leaves are crackling beneath her paws, brittle and brown as they are. Autumn was her favorite time of year, late Autumn. The cool weather always prompted nostalgia.

Cautiously she sidesteps a small ant hill; closer inspection reveals the tiny insects bustling about its entrance. She picks her way up the remainder of the curving slope, and when the sun hits her eyes she doesn't falter but instead lifts her posture for a better view.

Her last walk up the grassy hill had been the last time she was home. Her travel pack hugs her shoulders snugly as her tail swivels behind her, orange-and-white pelt capturing the sun and nearly seeming to glow. It had been a year ago.

The reestablished routine is small, but meaningful, and as she crests the hill and turns to observe the blossoming daylight, a peaceful thought comes to her.

She's home.

Usᴇʀɴᴀᴍᴇ ┈

G1 Sunstreaker

┈ Nᴀᴍᴇ ┈

Fiammetta

┈ Gᴇɴᴅᴇʀ ┈

Female

┈ Bɪʀᴛʜᴅᴀᴛᴇ ┈

November 28

┈ Zᴏᴅɪᴀᴄ ┈

Sagittarius Sun
Cancer Moon
Aquarius Rising

┈ Tʜᴇᴍᴇ Sᴏɴɢ ┈

XXX / XXX

┈ Kᴇʏᴡᴏʀᴅs ┈

Outspoken | Passionate | Compassionate | Sensitive | Youthful


Fiammetta is a force to be reckoned with. Sound of mind and strong of spirit, she's a passionate soul with a love for nature; she'd rather spend a day in the woods then a day with another viscet.
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When Fiammetta was a viscling she became lost in the woods. They weren't far from her pack's territory, and she wasn't so deep in that she couldn't make her own way back out. Still, it was quiet, quieter than she'd ever heard relative to the daily bustling of the pack's activities. Far above the birds were calling to one another; if she stood still long enough she could hear leaves rustling beneath some far-off rodent's skittering paws. The trees were tall and friendly, and she found it difficult to pull herself away, even when it became so dark that she could no longer make out the tops of the trees and the faint voices of her frantic pack were drifting on the breeze.

When they had finished smothering her in relieved love, they asked her what in the world she'd been thinking, wandering off into the forest like that, because after all who knew what could be lurking in the shadows?

Fiammetta looked up at them steadily and announced, "I wanna go see more trees tomorrow."


***

Her pack's territory was at that time bordered by spotty forestry to the southwest and giant, rolling hills to the east, the firmly-packed dirt of their main grounds widening into a grassy meadow that spanned the entire northern horizon. Fiammetta spent many joyful days playing with her family and her pack in the waving grasses, and as she grew older and began to learn how to balance her front end with the quickly--growing muscles in her tail, her father began taking her up to the crest of the nearest hill to watch the sunsets, zig-zagging across the rich green slope with the stamina of a steam engine. The first few times they made the trek her father had to carry her up the last few turns; the first time she lasted the whole way up was the fifth time they'd gone up.

Every trip they made together only strengthened her love of adventure and travel. The walk itself only lasted nary an hour round trip, but the sheer excitement of wondering what they'd find at the top of the hill today kept her nose wiggling and her ears straining for even the faintest bit of excitement. When Fiammetta was nearly as tall as her mother, she was allowed to explore the nearby forests, and she spent many a day mapping new parts of the forest on a piece of thin bark her parents had gifted her. When the slab of bark was covered, she began carving into the soft limestone that dotted the entrance to the bat cave at the far southern edge of their territory.

The day she decided she was going to seek her own fortune was a drizzly, grey day. The day she actually left was a breezy day in late autumn, not so long after her birthday. Her parents fretted for her safety, but accepted her traveler's heart, and sent her with the gift of a sturdy leather sack that would hold whatever she needed on her journey. She crested the hill on her own that morning, and didn't stop to watch the sun.


***


If she were asked if at any point along the way she regretted the decision to journey beyond her territory, Fiammetta would say absolutely. The first few days were the easiest; she enjoyed the familiar if distant territory, and food was easy to find.

[wip, 800]

┈ Cᴏʟᴏʀ

"Probably blue, a light, nice blue. It's such a pure color."







┈ Nᴜᴍʙᴇʀ

"Oh, uh...I never much thought about that. I guess 365, seeing as how the number of days you have in a year are priceless."







┈ Fᴏᴏᴅ

"I do enjoy a good fish meal."







┈ Tɪᴍᴇ ᴏғ Dᴀʏ

"Sunrise."







┈ Tʀᴇᴀᴛ

"In the winter, frozen berries. Any other time, I'd have to say honey bars. ...a what? It's when you soak oats in honey and let it congeal. What's a granola bar?"







┈ Sɴᴀᴄᴋ

"Berries! ...uh, berries. I like berries."







┈ Aɴɪᴍᴀʟ

"Ooh, uh...can all count? I'm not very good at playing favorites."







┈ Dʀɪɴᴋ

"I've only had it once, but I love that lemon and sugar drink those humans make. Lemon-made, right?"







┈ Gᴇɴʀᴇ ᴏғ Mᴜsɪᴄ

"I've heard lots of music, but my favorite was that, uh...ringing, uh...the really clear music, with the instrument made of tiny white rectangles. Piano? Is that what that's called? Oh, then piano music."







┈ Bᴏᴏᴋ

"Travels From Far Away. It's a book of short stories by a viscet who spent a decade traveling the world. My mother used to read it to me when I was a viscling."







┈ Bᴏᴏᴋ Sᴇʀɪᴇs

"I've actually never read an entire series. Is that bad?"







┈ Gᴇᴍsᴛᴏɴᴇ

"I really like sapphires, but topaz is gorgeous too, and it comes in many colors."







┈ Qᴜᴏᴛᴇ

"When you come to the end of your rope, tie a knot and hold on. From a human named FDR, I think."







┈ Wᴏʀᴅ

"Home."







┈ Cʜᴏᴄᴏʟᴀᴛᴇ

"Dark chocolate, of course!"







┈ Sᴄᴇɴᴇʀʏ

"Autumn hills where the sky is clear and bright."







┈ Pʟᴀᴄᴇ ᴛᴏ Lɪᴠᴇ

"I like sparse forests dotted with clearings and hills."







┈ Wᴇᴀᴛʜᴇʀ

"Cool, still air with a crisp taste."

☆ ┈ Fiammetta has always loved animals, but never any so much as she loves dolphins. She's fascinated by the water-faring creatures, and even more fascinated by their vast intelligence.
☆ ┈ She's not the best singer, but she can whistle your socks off.
☆ ┈ Fiammetta loves to dance. Oftentimes one can see her swishing her tail back and forth to the beat of some unheard tune.
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-traveler
-left pack to seek own fortune, but promised a return within six months
-travels across plains n the like with smol backpack/travel sack
-separated from her original path, natural disaster (avalanche maybe, tornado?)
-intended to go somewhere but natural disaster threw her into the wilderness
-a great struggle to get home
-counts the days so she knows exactly when it's been six months, continues to count the days past

-never stopped counting days after that, even when home again (?)

-gets hopelessly lost
-finds friends along the way, encounters other viscets and a small

^lol this would all take way more than 800 words ill have to write it out fully another time if I win this bab^