[dolly]

name. azurine , goes by azule

gender. female

haiku. midnight sunlight shines
feathered mane, hurtful blame, evil gaze
a soul broke by time

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[Jaegalex]

username; jaegalex
Viscet name; athena
biological gender; female
haiku;

Perfect by nature
and she is goddess by name,
all you'll ever want.

truly beautiful,
kind, strong, smart, jack of all trades,
it's only for show

savior love only
but they want slightly damaged,
not broke beyond fix.

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username; -Shaded-
Viscet name; Merida
biological gender; Female
haiku;

Sweet child of mine
When the time comes, filled with dread
Look for those colored eyes


Hahaha I suck at haiku’s

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a courtesan, a woman of value. they have many uses for those with un-pure minds but are often used for company. aranea
was one of them. she was trained for upper-class men, men with more knowledge and riches. she knew what there was to
know about politics and could start conversation, holding them. when she danced, even, all eyes were on her. aranea
mesmerized people with her moves, the swaying of her body and the soft jingle of her anklets. her clothes of choice were
often things with light colours matching her fur. everything was fitted perfectly, and she was adorned in jewels of many kinds.

aranea also had many other qualities she was trained for. aranea could dress wounds if ever needed, thought it was rare, and
she knew how to properly pour tea, as well as the etiquette. her speech was always smooth, it ran like a creek. but it was
this that drew others close. she had an art for secrets. aranea knew how to sit, merge into the background of conversation
while still paying attention. for it was known that the house of courtesans was also a house of trade. rumours could be spread,
lives ruined, information bartered. gangs often frequented the establishment, meeting with the head of the house. the
information was never cheap, for even the ladies of the house knew the consequences of some poorly muttered lies. a man
could lose his family, a king his kingdom.

the night at present had a bite to it but aranea slipped onto the stage. she padded into the centre stage, anklets clinking softly
along with the rest of her attire. the lights were off centre, and she smiled subtly. the music and the placed her foot forward,
the bells on her leg jingled with the soft movement and all eyes were trained on her. she lifted her arms, holding a soft veil. it
glittered under the lights as they shifted to her. the music spiked for a second and for that moment she dropped to the ground
in feign weeping. the crowd bustled softly and aranea slowly rose as the music seemed to gain repetition. aranea’s feet danced
beneath her in tune to the music and the bells chimed with each step.

it wasn’t long until aranea finished and the next song began, it was more of a slow pace and she offered lazy and slow dance
moves to accompany it. but aranea was not watching her moves. her eyes were trained on the men in the first row of tables.
they talked in such hushed whispers that others wouldn’t notice, not with the music. she kept her eyes on them as the song
played through and when it finished, she made her way over to them. one foot in front of the other.

they looked to her and grins grew onto their faces as she sat on the edge of the table. it was going all as planned so far…

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aranea was many things to the head of the house, grateful was one. what else could she be? the viscet had been left on the
establishments doorstep as a hatchling and they had taken her in without a second thought. in that, her life belonged to them
and aranea accepted that. she had no other talents to speak of save for serving the house, no other relationships, only the
other girls. everything aranea owned was also a gift from the head of the house, lady ursa, as the girls called her. lady ursa
was a petite woman, the years of service barely showing save for a few grey whips of hair neatly pressed back into the rest
of her dark mane. while she no longer entertained guest, lady ursa was still widely respected. even in her presence you could
tell she was a lady of power, simply by the way she held herself. aranea often wanted to be like her, but she was not trained
to be the head of the house, not yet. for now, aranea would stick to what she knew, dancing and gathering information,
spreading gossip and placing a few well thought out lies.

eyes were on her now, and aranea did not falter. her steps fell in place with the tine as she walked towards her target. the
man was tall and lanky, shoulders drawn back, and a hooded cloak draped over his shoulders. his single visible eye was blue
and shined like a sapphire in the night, his face was pulled into a calm grin. he had an air about one, one that was superior to
those around him, one that held power beyond what lady ursa had. he learnt against the wall, watching the girls that were
dancing upon stage. he seemed invested into the act, but one such as aranea could tell that was simply a ruse of the mind, to
fool others.

“would you like a drink, ser?” aranea spoke in a calm voice, layered with the sweetness of a honey flower. “we have quite the
variety here. i would be pleased if you would sit with me.” aranea placed a hand on his forearm, her petite fingers curling
around it gently, feeling the tensed muscles beneath the sheen of thin fur her kind had. the mans gaze flitted to aranea slowly
and the grin softened, like a practiced verse of a song.

“you certainly know how to convince a man.”

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aranea watched, eyes gliding over their expressions. the news she had told them was a lie, of course it was, but she got their
attention, their eyes seemed to widen at the words and knew nothing more of what the courtesan told them. aranea had
taken great care in what she said, how much she said, her expression, that was carefully steeled, showed them nothing of
her personal feelings in the matter and, in truth, aranea felt nothing for them or their emotions. for a moment, she gave them
a look of pity, and then sympathy before turning, her face becoming saddened for them. but it was needed, she had to do her
job lest she be ignoring the word of lady ursa.

her feet fell into step with the quiet thrum that was always around, be it from another room or the guest busing themselves
with the girls. aranea had dulled herself to these noises, having grown up with the thrum around her constantly. her tail swished,
ears flicking back as she ran a hand through her mane, making sure everything was in place as she walked into lady ursa’s
chambers to discuss her finished task. aranea, upon entering, sat on the cushions at the elder’s tea table. her clothes folded
under her and she did a quick check to make sure her items were neatly in place as lady ursa walked over form her vanity.
she looked pleased for the most part as she sat across from aranea.

“i heard it went well… aranea.”

the elder’s voice was steady and left no room for thought. aranea replied immediately, telling her the details, every little thing
down to how they had reacted. lady ursa nodded slowly and aranea could only wait on baited breath for what lady ursa would
give her. the elder watched aranea calmly before reaching into the sleeve of her silk kimono and pulling out a thin golden band.
with graceful movements and nimble fingers, she placed it in front of aranea and smiled warmly. the young viscet looked to it
and then lady ursa in surprise.

“are… are you sure, lady ursa? i’ve hardly earned a gold band…”

lady ursa put her hand up, silencing aranea promptly. aranea knew better than to speak when lady ursa had made her point.
aranea took the anklet off of the table and carefully slipped it onto her ankle, below the bronze and silver ones she had. for
a courtesan, these were meant for ranks. The more gold you had, the higher you were. when a girl got to the highest rank she
would receive a gold anklet with a jewel of value in it. lady ursa smiled in a mother manner.

“you’ve done more than enough.”

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[CO1LD]

such a pretty one!

[dragonstars]

Viscet name;Alfher

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haiku;
We fight as one,What ever the cost
We don't back down,we March on
We fight for our freedom and rights,we protect the innocent
I will fight for my friends and family
I am determined to fight!

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[VixenGlass]

username; VixenGlass
Viscet name; Birdcatcher
biological gender; female
haiku; "the night surrounding us
we broke out
the cold concrete hard on our feet"

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[Corvuss]

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username
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viscet name
Amazill (Amazilia)
biological gender
female

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The tired viscet snatched up a piece of paper weighted with a small bag of silver from between two rocks, and hastily read it only to toss it to the ground with a bitter grunt. She had been following these clues for nearly a week now and was nearly out of food. Everything she owned was kept in a bag, but it was nearly weightless now. Each clue led her to a secret job only the best could find, and she could only hope the reward would be worth the amount of effort she was putting into finding it. The possibility of having to go hungry for a while wasn’t what upset her, but the fact this trail could be keeping her from other jobs was.

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She was orphaned in a forest, but two kind elderly Viscets found and raised her. They named her Amazilia after a hummingbird, hoping she would never give up. The poor family lived in the forest as happy as they could be until illness struck. At only a few months old she was forced to try to take care of her parents. They built traps for her to catch food until they were too weak from their illness to do so. She placed the traps for them every day and learned to make them herself. She tried her best but it was never enough for them to fully recover, but they assured her it was.

Her life would take a new path the day she found a viscling stuck in one of their traps. Amazill had never met another viscling, and it was refreshing to finally see something new. Orca, her new companion, was overjoyed to have found someone and led her to a large village nearby. Small shops and homes were scattered about with a castle at the head of it all. The excited viscling showed Amazill around chattering constantly as they went. Amazill was stunned by the amount of food and objects around her she had never seen before. After a while of running around the shops, her new friend snapped her out of her trance. Amazill was invited to come over for dinner and see Orca’s home. Her parents were eerily silent at dinner, but Amazill didn’t care, and it was normal for Orca. She later explained her parents didn’t like her much and were forced to take care of her so she travels a lot, which is how she got stuck in a trap in the first place. Amazill couldn’t feel bad for the viscling. The longer she knew her the more she began to get annoyed. She didn’t understand how Orca could be unhappy living in such a great place.

As Amazill’s parent’s condition worsened, she grew desperate. She convinced Orca to meet her daily for lunch, and her excitable ‘friend’ quickly agreed. They would play fake games of hide and seek, where Orca would be sent to hide while Amazill quickly stole portions of her lunch for her parents. As time went on the portions grew larger to the point that the entire lunch would disappear. Every time Orca naively believed whatever she was told. It still wasn’t enough, and Amazill feared she would lose her entire family once again. She began accompanying Orca when she would go to the markets. A couple apples here and there would disappear, and eventually crates of merchandise. Orca was scolded each time for losing the food, but she would never blame it on her ‘friend’ so Amazill always got away with it.

Her parents tried to dissuade Amazill from stealing but had no choice but to eat what they could until they could no longer. She tried her best to help them but in the end, it still wasn’t enough. In their final days, she had constantly begged villagers for help only to be shunned or asked if she had a way to pay. After they passed away she had to take care of herself, and her only knowledge she had to do it was in trapping and stealing. Her motivation to continue her thieving ways was her hatred for the greedy and arrogant in the world. If she could take anything away from them, it was worth it to her.

Amazill only became worse as she grew up. She accepted jobs to steal from royalty or to spy on individuals for others only if she was paid. Seeking large rewards she was becoming what she hated. An especially large reward convinced her to go a step further, killing a Viscet. Everything was business to her past that point. She chose to ignore the big picture with many things, to avoid what she was really doing and keep her eyes on the prize. Whenever she felt guilty she told herself how horrible of a Viscet they must be to have someone send her. She played many roles during her jobs to find a way to grow as close to her victim as she could. When the community began to take her in as one of her own was when she would secretly dispose of the target. Amazill was never a suspect. The only time she would allow a Viscet to escape, was if they showed they didn’t deserve it. She had insight into many Viscets lives, and rarely ever saw someone who was truly kind. Many were kind just to show off to others, were kind to someone just to shut them down later, or tell a nice lie to someone's face then talk about them behind their back. Only a small few were genuinely kind, and they were spared. She never returned her pay when this happened because she believed whoever sent her on that job didn’t deserve it.


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Excitement swelled up in Amazill’s chest when she approached the edge of a large ravine. This had to be it. The ground around the ravine was made of stone that fell off into the depths below where the screams of various deep earth creatures echoed to the surface. Crystals jutted from the walls and plants below illuminated the darkness with bright unnatural colors. A reward from someone who lived here had to be a great one.

One sound began to stand out from the rest. A loud rush of air grew louder and louder, occasionally followed by the scraping of large claws on rock. Amazill backed up from the edge of the ravine, keeping an eye on as much of the area around her as she could. The sounds felt as if they were all around her, and she couldn’t pinpoint the source.

There was a loud clatter as claws scraped up the side of the cliff and a Kitsune Rapluff hoisted himself over the edge of the ravine. Kitsune Rapluffs were known to be friendly and compassionate, not the type to hire a mercenary. Nonetheless, he was still intimidating. He had a feeling about him that made her feel uneasy as if he could see right into her thoughts. The Rapluff introduced himself as Akakios. He was working to help someone get rid of a common, and in the process, they had found monsters to control different regions. One of the monsters was at risk of defeat because of an especially powerful Viscet destined to destroy it. Kios made it his job to stop them, but he is too well known to do it himself. The viscet is far too strong to be fought head-on, so he needs someone like Amazill. After emphasizing the importance of the job, he tried to send her off. She refused, demanding at least part of her pay beforehand. Reluctantly the Rapluff climbed down into the ravine before gliding to the opposite wall where a shallow cave dipped into the wall. Kios hastily collected materials within the cave, placing them in a sack, and offered it to her. In front of him, she checked the bag. Large crystals were scattered around a few chunks of raw metal. Lots of food also filled the bag along with a few frightening parts of various creatures. He explained those trophies and the metals would be valuable currency in her target village before sending her off.

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It didn’t take long once arriving in the village to find her target. A Viscet named Caspian was basically a celebrity. Everyone adored him, but he treated them like dirt. She couldn’t wait to get this job over with but was disgusted with the fact she would also have to try to kiss up to this snob in order to accomplish it quietly. Besides him, most of the other viscets there also bothered her. The village had a ranking system where if you weren’t strong enough to fight dragons for gathering resources, you were useless. This village had such high standards they didn’t want their ‘failures’ to be known, so anyone who couldn’t fight was hidden away. The neighboring village they ruled over had any unworthy members banished then occasionally hunted down.

They kept up this tough snobbish front for weeks until finally, she saw their true side. The villagers cowered in their homes, fearing the monster. Caspian stood atop a building in the center of the village, staring down the mountain to quiet the cries of the villagers every night. He made them feel safe, but Amazill felt no pity in planning on taking him down. The villagers seemed to deserve their fate with all the creatures they pointlessly slaughter.

As time went by it was clear it would be harder than she thought to catch Caspian’s attention. She began to carve dragon fangs out of boredom, but with no lifelong training, her artwork astonished the villagers. She began to sell her work to the villagers in order to gain currency to feed the starving in the streets until they were disgusted with her charity. The big attention grabber surprisingly was her skill with a dagger. He caught her one day practicing outside the village. They began chatting and grew closer no matter how much Amazill despised it.


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Amazill convinced Caspian to follow her to a remote location. The spot was so perfect, she was disappointed she had to bring someone like him there. Without hesitation, he went to the edge of the water and slouched against a tree which was very unlike him. He went on about how beautiful the spot was and how he couldn’t believe he didn’t know about it, to which Amazill only dismissed him. She held her dagger, her back turned to him. He suspected nothing if anything he was more relaxed than she could have ever hoped. Mid-turn into making her attack, Caspian surprised her with a rant. His back was still turned, but she hid the dagger just in case. She wanted to listen out of curiosity due to his sudden change of behavior. It was really unlike him to act so relaxed. He began to rant about his role in the village, saying he was glad he had a friend like her he could finally trust. He is forced to play a role model for the village, acting stuck-up and brave in front of the monster in the mountains. He is ashamed admitting he could never fight the monster, that he is only filling the hero role to keep the peace. He explains that later, he wants to use his fame unite the village against the monster.

All of this tumbles through Amazill’s head. She never considered the big picture. All those she helped would be hurt by her killing Caspian, and in the end, he actually did have good intentions. This day made her think back on all her previous jobs, about if any of them had things she didn’t know also. She quickly pushed away the thought but also hid the dagger. In the end, she would not help Kios, but help Caspian protect the village, and take down the monster to make up for what she was sent for.
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Caspian belongs to me
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[Yuroshi]

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