[Synerie]

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username: juice box.
name: Daiki
gender: male

sugar cookie: [ click me! ]
playlist:

[ worst in me ]
[ be prepared ]
[ all eyes on me ]
[ go the distance ]
[ you can't hide from us ]

[ both extras: 1000 / 1000 ]

Being a Moth Priest wasn't how Daiki expected his life to turn out. Moth Priests were the guardians of the four
separate temples that had withstood the passage of time on Phiaddesia and their very souls were tied to the
temple they were assigned to guard. They were forced to uproot their entire lives and give up everything,
dedicating their entire being to the existence of the temple. They spent their lives studying journals and other
written works that may have been found in the maze of undergrown rooms. Many of them were forgotten over
time as those who once knew them went on with life.

Daiki slammed down the old and dusty journal, the flame of the oil lamp flickering. He rubbed his eyes, letting
out an aggravated groan as he slumped backward. A cold draft tickled the back of his neck and he shuffled,
hunching his shoulders. He'd been assigned to the Northern Temples, which just so happened to be in the coldest
climate that Phiaddesia had created. Though, he just so happened to have a thicker coat than the usual Viscet.

He lowered his head, exhaling slowly as a weight seemed to settle on his shoulder. A cloud of dust spilled from
the table with his exhale, covering the ground and his paws. Daiki grumbled, slowly standing up as he brushed
himself off. The cold, stone brick rooms were beginning to push him to the edge. He saw the same thing nearly
every day since Daiki had arrived nearly three years ago. Still, Daiki had no idea how he was able to stand it.

Shaking the thoughts from his head, Daiki moved to the doorway. His steps were wobbly, his body sore from
sitting hunched for hours. Daiki exhaled softly before looking out upon the outside world, squinting against
the bright sunlight. The land was blanketed in thick snow, the occasional drift arching high. The occasional
breeze would kick up, dragging snow with it as it roared. The sight, beautiful to someone who laid fresh eyes
upon it, was old. Bland. Boring. Daiki ached to see a forest again. The towering sand dunes of a dry desert. A
raging ocean that gave a mighty heave before becoming peaceful. Daiki sighed, ears falling back as he inhaled
the sharp, cold air.

"I just... I just wanna head home." Daiki whispered to no one, his voice shaking as it was swallowed by the winds.
He clenched his eyes a moment, his stomach a torrent of grief. Turning his back to the cold, barren arctic, Daiki
slowly began to make his way back inside. His body, despite the thicker coat, felt chilled to the bone. He crawled
upon his makeshift bed, bundling beneath the fur blanket as he sulked. Daiki's heart grieved. He wished every
night to wake up in the home of his family. To see their smiling faces once more. Yet every morning he pried his
eyes open with hesitation, Daiki was met with despair as he saw the familiar grey brick ceiling. A louder sigh
reverbed around the room, ringing in Daiki's ears as he laid his head on the worn pillow.

Usually, Daiki would retire to his room quite early to rest as most of the time, he woke up very early. Though, it
was truly because Daiki grew irritated with longing to return to his original life. He grows irritated because he
knows he can't. Daiki will never be able to see his family again. They've already probably long forgotten him. They
probably had no idea where he'd gone and assumed he was either dead or he'd just up and left them. Daiki lowered
his head, gripping his mane as he struggled with himself over these thoughts.

He flipped onto his back, nostrils flaring as he exhaled angrily. Daiki's eyes were hazed with tears that threatened
to fall. He roughly wiped his face, growling deep in his throat as he laid there. By the gods, he hated his fate. Why?
Why of all Viscets did Daiki have to be "destined" to be the Moth Priest of the Northern Temples? Though... He didn't
want any other Viscet to suffer this fate. Being a Moth Priest was no fate to be proud of. It was just a dumb curse.
Daiki prayed for time to reverse. For his fate to change.

Realization struck him. Daiki sat up quickly, kicking the blankets off his legs as he struggled off the bed. Sprinting,
he slid into the library he was slowly rebuilding. He threw books out of his way, frantic to find what he was searching
for. The room filled with the soft thuds as books were pushed to the side and the soft panting coming from the male.
His gaze ripped the room apart as he fought to find what book struck him.

With a shaky sigh of relief, Daiki reached out to gather the tattered book. Its spine was falling apart, the book flimsy
and weak, almost giving way to just a simple breeze. He gingerly brushed his paw over the dusty cover and sighed happily,
scanning the cover before going to open it slowly. The leather creaked softly at the motion, falling limp against his wrist
as it revealed its contents to him. Handwritten information was displayed on the old, yellowed pages. His gaze scanned
each over slowly, trying to pinpoint what he needed. With a hum, Daiki flipped the final page to find what he had been
so desperate to find.

"Unmei, the deity who can change the Fate and Destiny of anyone..." Daiki whispered softly, eyes twinkling. He looked
the entry over, ears perked forward in hope. Unmei was a Viscet, brought back to life by a god, who traveled across
Phiaddesia from country to country to find those who needed his help. Daiki licked his lips nervously, tail twitching as he
read that the exact location of this deity was never known, meaning he'd have to travel from the temples to find him.

"Hope.."

[_Alex_]

closed.

i’ll do my best to judge this as soon as possible. please refrain from posting further until i have a winner up c:

[Guardian Angel Wolf]

username : LuciferTheFallen
name : Forest
gender : Male

sugar cookie : (picture or gif)
playlist : (3-10 songs, please link) Forests songs
extra(s) : (2 allowed. 500 words or 1 art each)

[tiny little box]

username : LuciferTheFallen
name : Forest
gender : Male

sugar cookie : (picture or gif)
playlist : (3-10 songs, please link) Forests songs
extra(s) : (2 allowed. 500 words or 1 art each)

This has been closed since march

[_Alex_]

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username: juice box.
name: Daiki
gender: male

sugar cookie: [ click me! ]
playlist:

[ worst in me ]
[ be prepared ]
[ all eyes on me ]
[ go the distance ]
[ you can't hide from us ]

[ both extras: 1000 / 1000 ]

Being a Moth Priest wasn't how Daiki expected his life to turn out. Moth Priests were the guardians of the four
separate temples that had withstood the passage of time on Phiaddesia and their very souls were tied to the
temple they were assigned to guard. They were forced to uproot their entire lives and give up everything,
dedicating their entire being to the existence of the temple. They spent their lives studying journals and other
written works that may have been found in the maze of undergrown rooms. Many of them were forgotten over
time as those who once knew them went on with life.

Daiki slammed down the old and dusty journal, the flame of the oil lamp flickering. He rubbed his eyes, letting
out an aggravated groan as he slumped backward. A cold draft tickled the back of his neck and he shuffled,
hunching his shoulders. He'd been assigned to the Northern Temples, which just so happened to be in the coldest
climate that Phiaddesia had created. Though, he just so happened to have a thicker coat than the usual Viscet.

He lowered his head, exhaling slowly as a weight seemed to settle on his shoulder. A cloud of dust spilled from
the table with his exhale, covering the ground and his paws. Daiki grumbled, slowly standing up as he brushed
himself off. The cold, stone brick rooms were beginning to push him to the edge. He saw the same thing nearly
every day since Daiki had arrived nearly three years ago. Still, Daiki had no idea how he was able to stand it.

Shaking the thoughts from his head, Daiki moved to the doorway. His steps were wobbly, his body sore from
sitting hunched for hours. Daiki exhaled softly before looking out upon the outside world, squinting against
the bright sunlight. The land was blanketed in thick snow, the occasional drift arching high. The occasional
breeze would kick up, dragging snow with it as it roared. The sight, beautiful to someone who laid fresh eyes
upon it, was old. Bland. Boring. Daiki ached to see a forest again. The towering sand dunes of a dry desert. A
raging ocean that gave a mighty heave before becoming peaceful. Daiki sighed, ears falling back as he inhaled
the sharp, cold air.

"I just... I just wanna head home." Daiki whispered to no one, his voice shaking as it was swallowed by the winds.
He clenched his eyes a moment, his stomach a torrent of grief. Turning his back to the cold, barren arctic, Daiki
slowly began to make his way back inside. His body, despite the thicker coat, felt chilled to the bone. He crawled
upon his makeshift bed, bundling beneath the fur blanket as he sulked. Daiki's heart grieved. He wished every
night to wake up in the home of his family. To see their smiling faces once more. Yet every morning he pried his
eyes open with hesitation, Daiki was met with despair as he saw the familiar grey brick ceiling. A louder sigh
reverbed around the room, ringing in Daiki's ears as he laid his head on the worn pillow.

Usually, Daiki would retire to his room quite early to rest as most of the time, he woke up very early. Though, it
was truly because Daiki grew irritated with longing to return to his original life. He grows irritated because he
knows he can't. Daiki will never be able to see his family again. They've already probably long forgotten him. They
probably had no idea where he'd gone and assumed he was either dead or he'd just up and left them. Daiki lowered
his head, gripping his mane as he struggled with himself over these thoughts.

He flipped onto his back, nostrils flaring as he exhaled angrily. Daiki's eyes were hazed with tears that threatened
to fall. He roughly wiped his face, growling deep in his throat as he laid there. By the gods, he hated his fate. Why?
Why of all Viscets did Daiki have to be "destined" to be the Moth Priest of the Northern Temples? Though... He didn't
want any other Viscet to suffer this fate. Being a Moth Priest was no fate to be proud of. It was just a dumb curse.
Daiki prayed for time to reverse. For his fate to change.

Realization struck him. Daiki sat up quickly, kicking the blankets off his legs as he struggled off the bed. Sprinting,
he slid into the library he was slowly rebuilding. He threw books out of his way, frantic to find what he was searching
for. The room filled with the soft thuds as books were pushed to the side and the soft panting coming from the male.
His gaze ripped the room apart as he fought to find what book struck him.

With a shaky sigh of relief, Daiki reached out to gather the tattered book. Its spine was falling apart, the book flimsy
and weak, almost giving way to just a simple breeze. He gingerly brushed his paw over the dusty cover and sighed happily,
scanning the cover before going to open it slowly. The leather creaked softly at the motion, falling limp against his wrist
as it revealed its contents to him. Handwritten information was displayed on the old, yellowed pages. His gaze scanned
each over slowly, trying to pinpoint what he needed. With a hum, Daiki flipped the final page to find what he had been
so desperate to find.

"Unmei, the deity who can change the Fate and Destiny of anyone..." Daiki whispered softly, eyes twinkling. He looked
the entry over, ears perked forward in hope. Unmei was a Viscet, brought back to life by a god, who traveled across
Phiaddesia from country to country to find those who needed his help. Daiki licked his lips nervously, tail twitching as he
read that the exact location of this deity was never known, meaning he'd have to travel from the temples to find him.

"Hope.."

[center]winner!

i really really enjoyed the playlist you put together. It flowed really nicely from one song to the next and each song managed to evoke a different emotion from me that, when put together with the rest, really seemed to tell a story. in addition to this playlist, i really loved the small story that you used as an extra. it, paired with the playlist, really helped me get a sense of who this viscet is and what he believes in.

that said, i hope you enjoy Daiki and i can't wait to see what you do with him in the future!

you've been added to the main thread and listed as owner there as well as here c:[/list]

[Barnes&Rogers]

congrats juice box! enjoy them :)

[dzo]

Congrats juice!

[Synerie]

Oo<3 Thank you! c:
And thank you for the congrats, guys! ^u^