[Dragonets-of-destiny]

Holy cow, mark mark mark all over!

[Moony]

Username: Luna
Viscet Name: Aquila (Latin for Eagle)
Viscet Gender: Female
Personality: wip
History: Having a life as a loner with no friends, Aquila was often picked on as a child for being different. Growing up she learned when and when not to fight back. For a while she suffered with depression, and was always skeptical of others. Other then her pet squirrel Chirra, she never had a true friend, and doubts she ever will. She spends most of her time alone, either thinking, reading or drawing. As she got older, she slowly learned to trust again, although Chirra remains her best friend. She now has other friends, who she is strongly loyal towards, and would trust them with her deepest secrets.
Theme song: Fight Song
Favorite Animal: Cheetahs
Favorite Color: Sky blue (#00BFFF)
Favorite Food: Chocolate
Pet: Chirra I had to use a lineart; I can't draw squirrels!
Accessories: Here
Art: WIP

[Xelinator]

Reserve. Oml.

[Levi]

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[PikaPerfect]

He's pretty cool but I hate impress me's XD I try my best but then someone else wastes one whole day on making a form and geez, I'm NOT doing that lol

Good luck guys!

[bombi]

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Valencia is a very formal and elegant female. She hates being
filthy and having cheap items, and will push those types of things
away majority of the time. Valencia tends to mother everyone and
will speak for them, when she knows what’s best for them. Despite
seeming to be very full of herself, Valencia’s not. She’s very
insecure of herself, and will only show signs of this when she is
alone. She may tend to laugh, she may tend not to, but Valencia
has no real sense of humor. She’s always described as being too
“business-y” and “stuck-up.” In reality, she just doesn’t like the
way she sounds when she laughs. Anyways, Valencia always wants
what’s best for her, her friends, and her family. She will literally
do everything for others to have the best, and the the happiest.
Valencia really doesn’t take much care of her physical health or
mental health, as she’s always caring about the others. On a note,
Valencia calls everyone either “beauties” or “gentle-beauties.”
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Valencia has a occupation she very much enjoys. It’s leading
Viscets/Visclings off the mountain she lives on. She will swoop
down from a high point, wings spread wide, so the lost will think
she’s basically an angel. Valencia tends to watch them the whole
time when they first come to the mountain. She will follow them
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in to save the day. Normally, Valencia loves doing this, but it all
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She absolutely loves strawberries and mangoes.
Anything expensive, clean, or elegant.
Anything crocodilian.
She loves helping others and saving them.
Others who accept help and are very thankful.
Swimming, despite having wings that would hold her down.
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She’s highly allergic to oranges, so she hates them.
Valencia hates filthy, and/or cheap items.
Dogs, and anything dog like, she almost got mauled by one.
Blood, she will absolutely gag at even the word.
Rude, inconsiderate others.
Flying, she’s afraid of heights, even though she tends to glide.
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Twas the night after a horrific blizzard, it had transformed the
land into a magical world. Grand pine trees were wavering under
the weight of snow piles, their branches bending and swaying. The
sky was dark, the clouds slowly drifting over the starry sky. If you
would’ve listened closely, you could hear the chandelier glistening
over the snow covered porch of a very wealthy family’s house.
Something shifted under the large snow drift, and a small snout
nudged out. The bundle under the drift stood, raining snow down
onto where it had been laying. It was a Viscling, and not just any
Viscling. It was the first ever Viscling with wings, and it’s parents
had abandoned the so called abomination on this family’s porch.
She sneezed as she inhaled a couple snowflakes, and looked around,
shaking at the cold. She squinted into the night, ears pinned back.
Where were her parents? Were they off getting a meal? Were they
exploring for somewhere safe? She wobbled forward, kicking up
snow. Her legs were rigid, her body frozen to the bone. She cried
out, and stumbled right into the door of the grand house she had
been abandoned at. There was no light on inside, but who would
be awake at this time? She clawed at it, and pressed her ear tightly
to hear inside. There was silence, no movement. Maybe no one lived in this human den. The Viscling turned and
wobbled as she stepped tentatively down the set of stairs, falling into snow that towered over her. She whimpered,
and jumped through the snow to see where she was going, and soon found herself running into the broad chest of
another creature. She fell back, falling onto her back. She had been human born, and had no idea what stood before
her. Her vocal cords gave a very weak, strained squeal as she struggled up. Teeth clasped around her scruff, and
soon, the world was moving quickly around the two as whatever had her began to sprint. It’s sickly warm breath
caused shudders down her small back, and she curled inwards, trying to ignore the creature that surely would eat her.
The small Viscling had fainted in the grasp of the other, who took her back to a warm, snow free cave. Other Viscets
resided there, and would nurse this little Viscling back to health, under the new name Valencia.
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Valencia would always travel far into the human’s land to see the
professional ice skating shows. They were so graceful, so elegant,
so beautiful. She was currently tucked under one of the large pine
trees, her eyes wide to view everything. A female human was
currently sliding along the ice with her partner, her short yet elegant
dress shimmering under the winter sun. Her partner held her at his
side as they skated for the crowd, their movements in time and
beautifully matched. Valencia sighed happily as she watched, and
watched them dreamily. She settled her head on her paws, admiring
them as they skated. She always dreamed of skating, or even dancing.
Well, formal and elegant ice skating and dancing, she only did things
that matched her- elegant. Valencia twitched slightly as her wings
shifted against her side, and she frowned. Val would never be able to
skate or dance, even with another Viscet. Her wings were far too large,
and would get in her way. Valencia stood up quietly after a few more
hours of admiring the humans, and left back to her pack’s den. Snow
began to tower on the path way, standing at least up to her “thighs” as
she traveled, Valencia was a short female, at 5”4. Val kept walking, and
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lifting her paws as if hanging onto her partner.She side stepped and twirled, eyes closing as she did. She hummed a
tone to herself, one she heard her old owner listen to. Valencia twirled and swayed, her mane rustling in the wind.
She yelped as she ran into one of the males of her pack. Bukimina looked down at her, amused by what she was doing.
He simply turned and left back to their den, Valencia blushed and loped after.
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Silence hung in the cave room that belonged to Valencia. She was
admiring a painting Cressida had made her, it was of Valencia
herself in a pristine ballroom and donning very elegant jewelry.
Val made a happy noise suddenly and lifted the painting up, setting
it on a ledge that jutted from the wall. It made a perfect ledge to
settle something on, and this was it. Valencia turned, admiring her
room. It was draped in beautiful curtains and cloths, even a rug
was settled on the cave floor. Bukimina had found her an elegant
set of pillows, she had no idea where from, but she loved them.
There was wine glasses Saturn had from his owner that he gave to
her, and many other beautiful glass objects. Valencia smiled and
twitched her tail, stepping forward. Her wings were folded at her
side, and she suddenly was drowning in her newest fantasy. The
cave disintegrated, and tall, ancient castle towered over her. Wind
whipped Valencia’s fur around, lifting her wings and playing with
them. Trees rustled near her, and she stared up at the gothic castle.
Valencia felt something resting on her head, and she reached up.
Sitting on her head, was a crown of sort. She tugged it off gently
and admired it, it was silver and dazzled with jewels. She gasped
tand happily settled it back on. As she stepped gracefully through the grass, the earth began to crumble away.
Valencia blinked, and found herself standing atop her bed of pillows, her light marble necklace piled on top of her
head. She blushed and quickly brushed it back down. “Wow.. I wish that was true….” She murmured to herself,
and sighed as she sprawled carefully on her nest. As she dozed off, the world from before formed before her and
Valencia lived her dreams happily, in that dream. She danced with princes and was admired by all, everyone
looking up to her as a symbol of beauty. Yet, deep down, the female Viscet knew she was an admonition.
All because of her wings.

coding by _Alex_, art by grifforik, headshot & items by me

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mark :0

[Snuggle_Bean]

Username:
skyler1515

Viscet Name:
Bilyana Is Australian-Aboriginal Launguage

Meaning:
Wedge-tailed eagle, bird

Viscet Gender:
Male

Art: COMING SOON!!

Story:
This Is The Land Where I Live. As I Soar High Above Through The Clouds, And From The High Peaks Of The Mountain Tops, Where The Rivers Begin, To The Valleys Below Where The Waters Runs Through Then Stops. As Each Day Passes And Starts, The Fish, The Trees, The Wilderness, And My Friends All Before Me, Down Bellow, All Peaceful. As I Fly More And More I Seen More Beautiful Things, I Soar Back Home To My Friends And Family, Where We Laugh, Play, Dance, And Have Fun Watching The Sunset. I Curl Up Under The Moon Light And Look Up At The Moon Glimmering In The Night Sky. As I Close My Eyes I See The Day Repeating, Me Soaring And Soaring, With The Wind In My Face And The Coolness Protecting Me From he Sunlight. All I Love Better More Than Soaring Is Being With My Friends And Family. I Finally Close My Eyes, Resting Under The Moon, With My Family, I Enjoy Life, And Have Fun.

Personality:
Bilyana Is Tough, Sweet, Lovable, Obnoxious, Funny, Talented, Brave, Sometimes Scared, Softy, And Can Be Mean If You Hurt Him Or His Friends And Family.

Likes:
Bilyana Likes To Soar In High Winds Over The Mountains. He Often Loves To Mess With His Friends By Swooping Down By Them And Kicking Up Dust All Over Them. Bilyana Loves To Eat Red Fish Or Anything Mainly That Comes By The River. He Once Grabbed His Friend Thinking It Was A Dryed Up Fish On The Bank But It Was Just His Buddy Sleeping. He Also Loves To Run, ,And Wrestle With His Friends Or Other Packs.

Dislikes:
Bilyana Does Not Like Rude People He So Dislikes Them, He Hates When The Wind is low. He Is Kinda An All Time Non-Hater Person, So He Kind Has A Low Dislikes Profile, He Likes To Have Fun, But Protected At The Same Time, No Hate.

Reserved Working Still On Form))

[canis-corax]

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MEGA RES...
Nvm, I'll just sit here and watch hehe... ;v;

[PikachuTori25]

Dropping Out Sadly, I may be in love but I'm not any good at art or coding or stories. ;-;