[whisky]

This viscet is now # 1530, as a custom viscet has been deleted.

[magpiemochi.]

we will make note of the missing # 1518 and will use it at a later time. No need in trying to renumber so many viscets.

[park.]

I've gotten like one message about the end date for this fella.
I will extend the date to 6/22/17 for forum completion but no date later than that.
I hope that helps c:

[park.]

Username: howlingtothestars
Viscet Name: Altsoba - All Are At War - Navajo
Gender: female
Gender for breeding purposes: female
Personality:


Extra 1:

From the day she was born, the town knew that something great would come of her. She was held under great expectations and the demand for perfection was constantly held over her like a boulder on a thread of spider silk. Everything, from her posture to her gaze, had to be perfect and regal, or else she would disappoint the entire town, and their disapproval would burn through her skin. This was her childhood, and this is where our story begins. When an object of great power is held back for too long, it can do two things. Fade away and give in, or explode.

She walked in silence through the town, feeling the eyes of those around her as they watched her, seeking any mistake or error that she would make. Their eyes were like wolves, tearing into her slowly every day, awaiting that fatal slip where they could pounce and strike a killing blow. The reason for this was simply because she was not like them. Not so long ago, there had been a great statue of a viscet resting in the center of the town. Legends flowed around it proclaiming that it was a deity who had come to the world to save it from countless powerful demons, and after its battles were done it turned to stone to be reborn once more at a later time. That later time was now. Six months ago, the stone had cracked and fell from the statue as golden light began to burst from it and spiral upward like flames. When the light faded, the stone was gone and in the place of the statue stood a young viscet, Altsoba.
She stopped in her tracks without warning and her gaze drifted to a particular viscet. He was standing at a table before a merchant and had a hint of darkness to his aura. She stood still and watched the encounter in silence, waiting for something to happen. The viscet spoke with the merchant, and the longer he did the aura grew stronger and bolder until he raised a paw, revealing silver enforced claws. Something within Altsoba clicked and she rushed forward with speed she had never used before. She collided with the viscet and threw him to the ground. She felt the searing eyes of the people around her burn through her flesh, but she did not stop. She stood over him and bared her fangs in warning, protecting the merchant. The viscet screeched out in terror and shout to the crowds around him. “She’s gone mad! Help!” He scrambled to his paws and made moves to flee, but Altsoba did not have plans to let him get away. From beside her, golden light materialized and shot out like serpents. It coiled around the viscet and held him above the ground to prevent him from fleeing. She snarled up at the viscet, but her focus was broken when something struck her head. The light faded and dropped the viscet to the ground as she turned her attention to the source of the blow. A crowd had formed, and one viscet was picking up more rocks to throw. It stared at her with wide eyes which then narrowed to slits. “Witch!” It chucked another rock at her and she let hit strike her shoulder. She narrowed her eyes at the viscet and began to walk towards him. She opened her mouth to speak, but was cut off by another viscet. “She’s a witch! Get her before she can hurt another!” Another rock struck her head and she wiped to the source and bared her fangs.
“Have you gone mad?! Did none of you see him?! He was going to hurt that man!” She shouted at the crowd, but it was no use. More rocks struck her, and then a rope sailed from behind her and caught her around the neck. The instant it made contact, it was yanked backwards and she was thrown off balance. In an instant, she was on the ground, and a moment later they were upon her. Several backed off after a moment while a few picked her up. She struggled against them, but her limbs were bound by ropes. Anger flooded her blood as her mind raced to understand what had happened and what had changed to have caused these people to do this. The viscets carried her to a wooden structure. One held her beneath it while another took the end of the rope tied around her neck and held it over a horizontal wooden bar. In an instant, she understood what was happening. Her eyes narrowed and she glowered at the viscet who held her as he cut the bonds from her legs and put her down so she could stand. “You’re joking with me.” The viscet glared at her and walked down. A crowd has formed around her now, and they were all shouting her name, demanding for her death. She closed her eyes and clenched her teeth. “All this for saving a merchant… Something is wrong with all of you, something deep within. Slowly, an ominous thought began to wrap around her mind and lay hold of it. Her eyes cracked open and she gazed at the shouting and furious crowd. “Something is wrong with you… and that is why I am here again.” As she said it, yellow light began to stream around her. It grew closer to her, condensed and suppressed itself, then, with a shout, she sent out outward in an explosion. The light destroyed the wooden structure, vaporized the ropes around her, and took with it several nearby structures. The crowd fell deathly silent as Altsoba was gently lowered to the ground, and beside her, the viscet who was holding the rope to hang her stuck the ground then scrambled to its feet and fled. Altsoba stood still for a moment, and the crowd held its breath. All were too afraid to move or make a sound, they could only watch. Slowly, Alstoba raised her head and glowered at them. She bared her fangs and snarled quietly. “Well, what are you all waiting for? If you want me dead, then come at me!” She stomped a paw and flicked her tail. As she did, the light circled her neck and tail, awaiting the next command. The crowd hesitated for a moment, and then fled. They scrambled back to their homes, and those who had lost their homes rushed into the homes of others to find shelter. Alstoba lowered her nose and snarled coldly at their cowardice. With a snarl, the light faded from beside her, and she turned away to leave the town and continue her new plans.

Yellow Flicker Beat
-Lorde-

Link a song that represents him and explain why you picked that song.

howlingtothestars won this lil girl. I didn't see her being female but your story was great and the song was captiviating that suddenly it just seemed to fit. Great job, I hope you enjoy her c:

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Ah congrats howling )

[Hail.]

AH!! Thank you so much!!!! ^u^
You did such an amazing job designing her, and I am more than hyped to finish writing her story ^u^

[Hail.]

This viscet is now owned by Gleon ^^ Here is the winners announcement of the readoption
The new name is Yinmi and he is a male ^^