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[~Ash Wolf~]

Mark

[Rescue2001]

Username: rescue2001
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Prompt 1: viscet dragon type thing ( will come up with a name hopefully )
Prompt 2a: (delete if not using)
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[Strudel]

Username: Strudel
Name: Luna
Gender: female
Prompt 1:

"Return to our deck, men, before the vessel capsizes and sinks to the depths!" Ursa yelled to her crew. A couple of them were slowly bringing aboard treasures from the captain's quarters they had discovered, but all the treasure form the hold had been removed already. "Leave the rest of the treasure if you absolutely have to!" to Ursa, losing one of her loyal crewmen was not worth the cost of a chest of treasure-- though she certainly didn't want to lose it if there was another way.

Luna and Kemena just barely managed to make it across the gangplank with the other ship's captain's treasure in the grasp. It was a small chest, but it was heavy. The two of them could barely carry it, it was so weighed down in gold and gems-- at least they hoped. They hadn't had time to force the chest open to see their spoils.

When Ursa noticed the last of her crew boarding her own vessel, she motioned them to pull off the gangplank and to leave, full sail. She watched as the two with the chest approached her. They set it in front of her, and immediately Kemena set to prying the chest open.

With one final tug with a crowbar, Kemena managed to open it. But the moment she did, the coins began to move and shuffle. Something burst from the chest, and some of the gold coins scattered as a small serpent-like creature curled over top of the gold like a snake protecting its nest.

"What is that thing?" Ursa wrinkled her nose in disgust. "How dare some... vermin serpent nest in my treasure." she plucked the serpent up, intending to toss it overboard, but it quickly wrapped around her arm and bit down as she tried to throw before jumping back off and settling back into the piled of coins, burrowing in and hissing at Ursa and anyone else close enough to touch the small hoard of treasure."

"Take that... thing below deck in it's... chest." Ursa frowned "The first of you to rid me of it will get a reward, but for now I don't want that thing on the deck of my ship. And you are not to throw the chest overboard. I don't care how else you get the little thing out of the box and away from my gold."

Kemena quickly closed the lid before her and Luna took the chest below deck.

A few crew members tried, they really did, but all that seemed to result in were bites in various different places. This annoyed Ursa to no end, and she upped the reward to encourage more crewmembers to try.

Eventually, Luna decided it may as well be her turn. So, when she opened up the chest she held out her hand to the creature, palm up.

It ignored her, didn't even try to bite.

She smiled faintly, and this time she held a piece of jerky from her pocket out, which the creature (she was fairly sure was an infant dragon) snatched away and practically swallowed in one bite. She then took to coaxing the small dragon out using some more jerky and by waving a golden pocket watch to catch its attention. Eventually, the dragon snatched the jerky and latched onto the pocket watch, which Luna let it keep as it laid to rest on her shoulders.

As Luna stepped above deck again, the dragon on her shoulder acting as tame as a lazy housecat, Ursa was more than impressed.

"Well, it seems we have our own beastmaster aboard." Ursa grinned.

[600/600]

Prompt 2a:
Nina Cried Power- Hosier

Luna didn't wake up. Not for a long time.

Her body might have risen every day, did what her father told her to do, listened to her mother. She cared for her little brother, she took whatever punishments she was to receive.
She took the words thrown at her by her mother. "You aren't good enough." -- "You aren't pretty enough." -- "You're too sensitive."
From her father, she took much the same "You're not strong enough." -- "You're not smart enough." -- "You're too useless."
By her peers at school "You're ugly." -- "You're poor." -- "No one wants to be your friend."
By her brother "You're clumsy." -- "You're a bad sister." -- "Mom and dad love me more."

And she lived like this, not really living at all. Miserable, in pain, and not knowing there was another way to live life.
Not knowing that she could be anything else than what everyone told her.
Not knowing she needed to wake up and see that all those things they said about her were wrong.

Not until one day she began to realize just how miserable she was. She didn't want to live anymore, not at all. But certainly not like she had been living. Maybe it was music, spurring her forward that told her she could be strong enough, should be strong enough.

Her eyes welled up in tears as she realized how close she was to giving up, just how tired she was of living her life the way she had been.

And she realized, that even though she had thought more than once that she wanted to stop living, that she wasn't worth the space she was taking up, that in truth she didn't want to die. She wanted to be strong. She wanted to be like those songs she listened to, she wanted to be able to inspire herself and others.

And she finally woke up, took a step for herself, and left behind everything she had known to find her own way.
She would be everything they said she couldn't be.

She didn't care that she wasn't pretty. She would make herself look pretty. She would stand tall, and she would think herself pretty even if no one else did.
She didn't care that she wasn't good enough, she would make herself good enough. She would grow smarter. She would find her own love.
And she would grow stronger, be useful. be powerful.
And she would find a job. And she wouldn't be poor anymore either.

With all this resolve in her mind, and by such a strange sense of circumstances, she found herself aboard a pirate ship, doing everything that she could to prove herself to her captain. Climbing the ranks, gaining trust, and growing stronger all the while.

But this wasn't enough for her. It was never enough. There was always something missing in her spirit, whatever had spurred her on. Whatever other power had pushed her to leave her home and grow in strength wouldn't let her rest. Even as her small, fierce animal companion perched on her shoulder as she looked across the water, she knew there had to be more she was working toward.

She knew she didn't want people to hurt as she had. She wanted to scream from the rooftops that no one had to live like that, that they should all have a say in their destinies. She knew she wanted to make a difference. There had to be more.
She's not ready to leave the ship, not just yet. She feels she had a purpose here, somehow, even if she doesn't know what that it.
But she knows that she'll one day leave this ship, and make a difference in the world as all the great artists she had listened to over the years have.

She knows that somehow, that's her destiny too.

[640/1000]

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viscets used;
Ursa owned by Mint Chip
Kemena owned by me

[fromage]

res, maybe <3

[milo.]

good luck all

[corrosive_limes]

oooh he'd be perfect for a concept i have in mind :0c

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[magpiemochi.]

N: Devereaux G: male

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PROMPT 1: 600/600

19 Jᴜɴᴇ 2020

Lucrecia is pleased with this batch. She says they're nearly perfect and will be mutating beautifully. I must admit that i'm jealous; if only she looked at me the way she looks at those experiments —- I'm sure Lazarus XIII feels the same. Or maybe he doesn't care. Doesn't seem like he cares much.

Back on topic:

(Good thing no one else reads this document)

Devereaux mentioned moving this batch to the front room so they can both keep an eye on them, but she was against it. She's been getting bold. She's always been bold, of course, it's one of the many things I like about her but ... going against the Director like that??? She's going to get us all killed!

Though, I have to admit he's been a little weird lately. Lucrecia isn't wrong when she says that. I can't really place it, but there's something a lot different about the Director. Something off. I'll be keeping my eye on him and this batch. He seems way too interested in them this time around.

- Auberdine

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26 June 2020

They've all been given the same dosage of XTermin8 each day and all but one have been mutating beautifully. They're turning into full fledged viscets which is just amazing. I've heard about it, but I've never seen it with my own eyes. Now I can finally vouch for her without fibbing ... I'd do anything for her at any time at all, but it feels better when I'm telling the truth.

As for the one ... It's a very special case. Lucrecia is absolutely enamored with it, despite the others doing what they were supposed to. I mean, that one doesn't even look like a viscet! It's more like a clumsy worm.... Thing. I'm honestly surprised she didn't dispose of it the moment it didn't mutate the way it was supposed to. I wonder what's so special about this failure of an experiment? It's an abomination, yes, but not like the ones she's normally drawn to. I guess we'll see what happens with it.

- Auberdine

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30 Jᴜɴᴇ 2020

Honestly don't know how she didn't see this coming. Of course Devereaux would be interested in the failure, and now I see why she's so enamored with it. She doesn't want to hand it over to Devereaux because these are her experiments and not his, but he also won't let her dispose of it because it's a living being. She's aware of that, but it didn't turn out how it was supposed to. What else is she supposed to do?

Anyway. Tensions are rising and I don't see this ending well; not even for me. For some reason, I just can't keep my nose out of it. On one hand, I can understand Devereaux, but ...

Lucrecia.

I couldn't go against her word.

- Auberdine

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19 Aᴜɢᴜsᴛ 2020

Auberdine will forgive me. She's a good girl. She's always been a good girl. But Lucrecia will never forgive me. If anything, she won't ever let me rest, but that's okay. A lot of this has been shortened and edited, but it's all clear, I hope. I have "The Abomination". He's safe and so am I.

For now.

He seems thankful that I rescued him from the lab, but I can't be sure. He stays very close to me, never leaving my shoulders or my arm, which is good. We'll be on the run for quite some time (or forever who knows), so sticking to one another is the only chance we have of survival.

Ugin help us.

- Devereaux

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The Driver - Bastille
PROMPT 2A: THEME SONG 1000/1000

Devereaux had always been a very obedient child even though his caretakers didn't deserve it. In return for his sweet disposition and eagerness to help, the small viscet was tossed around and shouted at, especially when he would cry.

"Big boys don't cry," they would say. Devereaux would listen, and he wouldn't allow a single tear to roll down his feathery cheeks again. They wanted him to grow up quickly so that he could not only take care of them, but himself as well. They never thought he would end up moving out from under their roof and find a life of his own, but that's exactly what happened. Devereaux did something he thought he would never do, and left the only parents he ever knew.

Sure, he was afraid. It was a big bad world out there, but he could only hear their voices in his head every time he started to feel an overwhelming sense of emotion:

Big boys don't cry ...

A sniffle. Eyes squeezed shut. The snow was cold against his bare paws and the darkness enshrouding him made him feel claustrophobic.

They don't ask why.

A deep breath was taken; he lifted his head high and continued on his own path.

... Everything will change tonight.

It seemed to take an entire lifetime, but Devereaux finally found a place where he belonged, or so he thought. Under his caretakers roof, he never had the opportunity to explore his own mind and find his calling, but it was soon revealed that he was actually a genius with a strange obsession with creation and reanimation. In his travels, the viscet found himself within a corporation which, on the outside, seemed normal enough. It was nothing more than a simple power plant creating and dispersing renewable energy, but behind the scenes it was much, much different. Thanks to his time living on the streets and finding himself, Devereaux didn't hold back even a little bit; he wanted to find out what was going on behind the scenes. Despite hearing the voices of his caretakers in the back of his mind, Devereaux pushed against his own slight hesitations and moved his way up the company ladder without much trouble. His genius far surpassed everyone else he worked with, and he had to thank his caretakers for one thing:

they taught him how to be merciless.

He never cried. He never asked why. He was a big boy, and he would prove himself no matter what.

Though he was fully aware that wasn't their intention, to create a confident and ruthless individual, he made it their intention. He had no doubt in his mind that his name was on their lips constantly in anger and confusion. He gave no explanation nor any warning before he left, and that made it just so much sweeter for him.

Soon enough, Devereaux ended up as the Director of this company and he couldn't have been more pleased. In the beginning, it was nothing more than a way to get ahead. He needed money to survive; he needed a job. He needed to be able to support himself instead of scrounging in the streets for scraps, but once he was able to see what this job was all about, he fell deeper and deeper into it. He couldn't blame all of his corruption on his cruel caretakers; there was evil in him already. A small seed of evil deep in his soul, and this company only watered that seed constantly. He was in charge of the wellbeing of real lives —- experiments -— though they were lives all the same. At first, he wasn't very fair to them. He wasn't cruel, but he wasn't kind, and in his own mind, he blamed his past. He blamed his present actions on the fact that he was mistreated.

He was weak, and his actions only drew out that weakness even more. It was something he hadn't realized until he met one of the leads: Lucrecia. She was cruel in the most charming of ways; he couldn't wrap his head around that at all even though it was right in front of his face. His caretakers weren't cruel —- not compared to this demon. She was the very definition of evil, and it scared him that he began to see himself in her.

Take a breath and push the anger down ...

At that point, however, he didn't feel like there was much he could do. He was the Director; there was no backing down from that. At least not in any normal way.

Try to remember calmness.

Devereaux pushed the thought from his headspace for a while. He was able to forget about leaving the company and all of its darkness in order to continue to run it until he met a very special little creature. He had to fight with Lucrecia to interact with it or even see it, but he would sneak around to watch her and the way she treated this odd little thing. It was supposed to be a viscet, he assumed, though it didn't quite finish mutating. It was without back legs, and only had a long body with two fore arms. Despite what seemed to be a disability, the little creature was very mobile and versatile. He would chuckle to himself watching Lucrecia grow more and more irritated with it not listening to her and managing to slip out of her grip at every possible moment.

It was those moments that he realized he really truly needed to leave the company.

And he would be taking this strange little creature with him.

There was a time when a moment like this would have never crossed my mind.

A true statement that seemed to stick with him throughout his entire life.

Everything he ever did was something he never thought he would do, from running away, to owning a massive conglomerate, and then blowing it to ashes without hesitation, with a strange little creation in tow.

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CREDITS
companion prompt: 600/600
theme song prompt: 1000/1000
all viscets used and mentioned are owned by me
both extras are drawn be me

[Gadgetrocks]

Mark

[mellow yellow.]

Username: Sweet and Salty
Name: probs somthin dragon related
Gender: Male
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Prompt 2a: (delete if not using)
Prompt 2b: (delete if not using)
Extras (optional): 2 art pieces

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