[cyberdragon725]

Res!

[fromage]

Sigmund grumbled as he pulled himself out of the mud, glaring up at the darkened sky hard enough as if he could will the storm to go away. He had planned on going to Trilet Shore to attempt to talk his mother into a deal, but apparently higher being prevented him from doing so. The man rose, attempting to shake water out of his wings to no avail. The storm was becoming more intense every minute, the rain became alike to standing under a waterfall, and it was so, so windy. His mane sopping wet, falling in his face every time he pushed it back. It was so frustrating when the world worked against him when he didn't want it to.

The man stepped out of the mud with a wince, dragging his wings as he struggled against the wind and rain to walk through it. His body were sore from crashing down on the ground, it wasn't something he's not used to though. It was also probably a terrible idea to close his eyes, but his mane was getting in his eyes, he figured closing his eyes would be better alternative to constantly holding his mane back. So far he seemed to be guiding on instincts alone just alright. Right, left, right, left, dragging his paws to feel for any debris he possibly would have tripped over.

"Take that, I'm still functional even without my wings-" his thoughts were cut short as he found himself stumbling along the mudslide, attempting to grip at nothing but pawful of mud or clumps of leaves. The fall felt like hours before he felt the ground stop. He blinked his eyes open, squinting at his surroundings as he wiped mud from his eyes. His vision were still blurry even after attempting to clean his face for hundredth times, and his wings are still soaked to the bone.

Ugh, terrible day, that's what it is. Sigmund realized he felt something off, he was wet, but only from the mud and whatever he's standing in. A glance upwards showed him that he's in a tunnel of sorts. Protection from the rain, at least for time being until the storm stopped and his wings dry off. The man exhaled as he begun his travel through the tunnel with sore body and blurry vision, feeling along the tunnel walls for guidance.

Sigre hated how bad he fell, it felt like a hour ago he was in comfort of his home, dry, healthy, even if a little bored. Now, he's walking through a tunnel, cold, nearly blind, like some gremlin. He just needed to keep his head up high and think positively. And think positively helped him when he felt a door of some kind. He pushed it open, finding himself in a dim lit room, seemingly habituated by someone else. Oh, well, it's his now, he needed this more than whoever was living here.

The supply of food in there, gone. Being thrown for a loop did him in, finding himself scarfing down the edibles like his life literally depended on it. The pile of blankets provided him comfort as he burrowed himself inside, not caring about getting mud everywhere. Eventually he felt like he was drifting off into slumber, he swore he saw a familiar figure but he couldn't be bothered as everything went black.

Viscet used:
Sigmund Aldenure

[Barnes&Rogers]

[username ;; Barnes&Rogers] [viscets mentioned ;; aidan, eros, pluto] [total words ;; 1,246]

[viscets mentioned ;; aidan, eros, pluto] [words ;; 1,246]

Summer. The season that is often perceived as the warm, sunny season, or in some cases, the rain-less, cloudless season. It was the season to sit on the beach, soaking in the suns ever-present rays (responsibly, of course), and paddle around in the tepid ocean waters. Those who believe it to be just that, could not have been more wrong.

The sun shone down upon the lake as it rose above the neighbouring mountains, striking the water with light and colour that danced upon its surface. Waves created ripples in the orange glow, but that only made it more beautiful. Flashes of scattered silver swam just beneath the glimmering surface, shimmering scales reflecting the sunlight to make the elegant swimmers look like royalty. It was a view to wake up to. In fact it was the view Aidan, Eros, and Pluto woke up to most mornings during the two weeks they spent at the lake camp-site. Key word; most.

They had only been at the camp-site for four days when almost-black clouds shrouded the sky, darkening the general vicinity gradually, until it could've been late evening rather than late morning. It was definitely an unexpected sight as the trio pulled themselves from their tents, groggy from waking up. No one seemed to be of the morning variety. The once soft, dry sand that had surrounded the shore of the lake was now a murky sludge-coloured mess that stuck between their toes as they made their way to the edge of the water. Fresh splashes of rain caused ripples across the surface of the previously pristine water, sending swirls of sand cascading into the water as miniature waves lapped the shore, creating a foggy look upon its surface. Even when squinting, it had become near impossible to see the bottom of the once clear depths of the lake.

'Rain? Really?' Pluto groaned outwardly, scratching the back of his neck absentmindedly as he glared out across the water. If only a death-stare could scare off the rain. Out of the three in the group, his fur was not only the densest, but the whitest and, as it was to be expected, the most likely to get dirty when the dirt surrounding them inevitably became sticky mud. He lifted his foot, grimacing at the squelching sound that accompanied it, only to hesitate before putting it down again. Sighing, he glanced up at the clouds, and as if in response, the rain pelted down harder against the ground, splashing into small puddles of its own creation. Their original plans for the day were ruined. Upon seeing the glowering expression on his friends face, Aidan growled teasingly, taking his chance to leap forward, directly into the puddle beside Pluto. Its muddy contents were thrown upwards as his paws connected with its surface, and within a matter of seconds, Pluto's once clean - albeit damp - fur, was coated in a layer of mud. Well, at least his legs and belly, anyway.

'Now,' Aidan stifled his laughter, though Eros made no attempt at any such pleasantries, 'You can't complain about it anymore. You're already dirty, so why not embrace it?' No one spoke for a moment, while Aidan continued to splash his feet about, only creating a bigger stain along the white viscet's fur. Baring his teeth in a half-grin, Pluto narrowed his eyes, his tail swinging along the ground. There was a shimmer of revenge caught in his eye, but he didn't give either viscet a chance to respond to its sudden appearance.

'Embrace this.'

'Oi!' Laughter filled the air, its joyful sound catching in each droplet of water as it fell, echoing louder as they landed. There was a look of surprise smeared across Aidan's face, though it was partially concealed by the rather large splodge of mud that had hit its target dead-on. Wiping his eyes clear, he blinked a few times, beads of rain clinging to his eyelashes only to slide off as they lowered. He barely had a chance to duck before a second mud-bomb came hurtling rapidly towards him. A grin replaced the shock, and he lurched forward, scooping up a handful of the mud as he went.

It didn't take long for one mud-bomb to turn into a hundred. It was a battle, and no one was prepared to lose. At one point, Eros had built a mini mud-barricade, to protect himself, only it didn't last very long. After about three solid hits, it collapsed directly on top of him, dousing his already soaked fur with bucket loads more sludge. Their battle progressed rapidly, until they could feel their muscles burning in protest, before it came to a gradual end. Aidan ended up on the ground, panting as he attempted to catch his lost breath in between fits of laughter. Eros and Pluto managed to remain standing, though they leaned on each for support. Who knew mud could be so heavy.

'I call a truce,' Eros spoke after they had regained a bit of breath, their lungs taking time to adjust to the oxygen it was finally receiving. There seemed to be a mutual agreement, and after a few minutes to calm down, they came to the decision to wash the muck off in the lake. The truce did not make it to the water.

Running down the platform towards the water, their claws left microscopic marks in the softened wood, tiny particles clinging to the underside of their paws. Coats already weighed down by a mix of rain and mud, they didn't notice the added weight as they plunged beneath the blue depths of the lake. Their race to the water had very quickly turned from well, a race, to an all-out water war. Tails and paws flung water in any and every direction, causing a bit more than ripples in the water around them. It churned, crashing against each of them as they all attempted to push it towards the others. They weren't safe; under or above the water. The air was still tepid, but the lake had not accepted the heat quite as easily. The rain seemed to be warming up to the idea.

The rest of the day was spent in the water, between diving competitions, and laps, they had enough to keep them occupied well into the afternoon, and right through to the evening. They ended up back at the camp in time for dinner, soaking wet, but very much content with the day, even if they were dragging their feet behind them. Dinner was unlikely to happen, however, seeing as the fire refused point-blank to light, and in they end, they ended up giving up.

'I don't know about you two, but I'm exhausted.' No one needed to look up to know that they were all in agreement, though with a yawn, Pluto nodded, 'And if I'm not getting dinner, I might as well sleep.'

'I guess I'll see y'all in the morning then.' Standing up, Pluto dragged himself to his tent, unzipping it enough for him to squeeze inside, before closing it again. He barely gave his body time to lower before he was dropping onto the sleeping bag he'd laid out. Curling into a ball. he pulled the other half across his body, closing his eyes. There was silence for a few moments, and he couldn't help but chuckle as a soft voice sounded suddenly from outside the tent, breaking the momentary peace.

'Oh hey. The rain's stopped.'

[Ivyscribblez]

mark

[tenlittlesoldierboys]

[Frank]

The big Viscet made for a very peculiar sight, considering the fact, that he was wearing a pink bunny suit, with big ears. And it was even more strange, when one would consider the current weather: Summer had finally arrived, the sun was doing her best to make up for the prior cold days, not a single cloud was to be spotted on the sky. The weather forecast in the radio was just talking about days and days of wonderful sunshine and up to 100° Fahrenheit.
Even though the conditions could be considered horrible, most Viscets did not fret about it for too long - after all, it were the summer holidays and the pools all had their gates wide open, so did the ponds and, of course, the ocean.
Now, seeing this particular Viscet, one probably must assume, that he was obviously immune to the immense heat. What other explanation could there be for him wearing such a fluffy and warm suit outside, on such a hot day? Such assumptions, however, only came from those who had never met Frank before.

wip

[stormzien]

mark!!

-dailon, the sun god, and aisha, the moon god, argue over the longer days and shorter nights, causing aisha's son, ryker, to unleash a massive storm to quiet them
-Arin struggles to keep afloat in the storm, then losing his only child, russet
-russet being separated from her father, tries to reason with the angry gods to stop the storm
-dailon and aisha, too angry to respond, ignore the earthling
-but ryker does not
-ryker sees what his storm has done and is angry at himself
more ideas to come?? russet is forever separated from her father, dailon and aisha are on bad terms, and ryker is forever guilty of separating father and daughter?

writing here

[sillies]

antique res

[grifforik]

Weather can influence a lot of things... day to day activities or complete lifestyle changes, whatever it is, tell us how weather has impacted your viscet(s) over the summer months!


Rules/Limits:

There is a minimum requirement of 500 words OR 2 pieces of art for your form to qualify.
There is a maximum of 2500 words or 6 art pieces.
Art does not have to be colored to qualify.
If you choose art, you can have 100 words per image to describe the scene a little (if you are afraid it's unclear).
Your images may include words, but they count in the 100 words per image rule.

[bombi]

xx

[ Viscets used: Wren, Mimic, Pazuzu ] ----- [ Word Count: 1848 ]

Distant thunder rumbled from past the horizon for miles, deep and menacing. A faint streak of lightning flashing in their peripheral vision. Around them remained no animal dumb enough to be caught in the midst of a thunderstorm, even the usual buzzing of the insects dying away as the wind began to kick up. The trees began to dance above, their leaves twisted around to bare their lighter undersides to the quickly darkening summer sky. The comforting sun they had known for reassurance and hope was long gone, swallowed by the grey clouds as the storm began to surge in.

Mimic lifted his head to the sky, frowning as he walked, joints giving a creak every now and then as his body moved. The wind had begun to comb its attenuated fingers through his mane, pushing against his form to keep him from progressing forward in his trek. Ahead of him trudged Wren, the massive male hunkered down against the wind as he moved along on all fours, never once glancing back to make sure Mimic was still following his path. Despite having a nearly similar history, the two were nowhere near being close, they were mere acquaintances who lived through the horror of a mad scientist, escaping together for freedom.

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Just nearly a week ago, the two had been locked up in a lab. Locked in cells, shown off like trophies. Constantly tested on by their "father," as he called himself. Tests that they feared and hated. Tests that influenced different reactions from both, Wren constantly howling in pain down the hall. Mimic would curl in his cell, paws over his ears as he tried to hide the sounds. The lab was cold, smelling strong of a sickly sterile scent. The smell thick and heavy, always latched on to the form of anyone and everything, lingering behind like a bad taste. Yet, from the outdoors streamed in a gentle, reassuring ray of sun, warming his form as he lay curled and defeated. The sunlight was the only thing that reminded both that there was good in the world, giving them hope that one day they'd be able to free themselves from Pazuzu's torture and become their own beings-- not something he could control and command.

Mimic himself was created after their father heard legends of a doll Viscet, overwhelmed with jealousy to make one of his own that would obey him. He had originally been known as Project M1m.1C, which he'd later translate to as Mimic on his own, picking up on how to talk by listening to Pazuzu and his assistants. Wren, however, was a complete accidental creation that originally had no name. Wren happened to become the subject to Pazuzu's interest, Mimic not as much. Wren was a unique creature, all his saliva and other fluids replaced by some sort of black goop that burned to the touch. His vocal cords had been undeveloped, leaving him only to make gargled, distorted sounds.

Though the two finally escaped, overpowering Pazuzu and fleeing to be on their own, far away and safe from the unstable doctor. It was easy to do, Mimic distracted him while Wren slinked up from behind and knocked him out after both were let out for their usual rounds of testing. Luckily enough, from there it was easy to bolt from the lab, disappearing into the world unknown with only each other.

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Mimic's tired gaze trailed over the area, trying to pinpoint a cave or something they could wait for the storm to pass in. He felt chilled to the core, the wind sweeping over like that of an endlessly raging ocean, crashing wave after wave and submerging him beneath the unbreakable surface. Wren came to a halt before him, his docked tail twitching as he stared to the side, ears perking forward.

"Wren? What is it?" Mimic questioned as he came to a stop beside the bulkier male, tilting his head curiously. Wren gave a few garbled noises, not looking at Mimic as he turned to lead him off into the woods nearby. They hadn't known each other for too long, not even a week, but Mimic still had no idea how to understand Wren's way of communication. His thoughts were suddenly put to a halt. Thunder rumbled loudly once more, this time closer, echoing throughout the area. Startled, Mimic took off after the other, ears pinned back as his joints rattled. While Wren did not seem bothered on the outside by the thunder, his quick pace showed his eagerness to find shelter, and soon. The wind had picked up, buffeting their sides as it swirled in a rage, lifting dead leaves off the ground in a lackluster cyclone and dropping them unceremoniously in heaps.

Wren soon stopped once more without giving hint he'd do so, an oblivious Mimic crashing into him. A deep guttural snarl left the unphased male, glaring down at Mimic with the force to crush a boulder between his paws. Mimic scrambled back, murmuring a few apologies as he brushed his chest off. Wren gave a roll of his eyes before he rose to clear the brush away from an abandoned cave, gesturing for Mimic to follow as he squeezed inside. It had been a simple crevice, not even seeming like the cave inside would be fairly big enough for both males. Mimic hesitated, ears pressed back before he quietly scurried in as thunder erupted just nearly right over them, lightning crackling over the blackening clouds.

The cave was wider inside compared to the thin entrance they had to squeeze through. It arched far above their heads, despite the appearance from outside. Rocks jutted out from the walls, glistening from the occasional drip of water that coated their surfaces. Freshly forming stalactites stretched from the ceiling, dribbling at the ends with water that seemed to come from nowhere, leaving tiny puddles beneath them in their wake. It was a comforting sight, however. Something new. Something different. The cave seemed to have been long forgotten, an ever so faint scent of another lingering slightly on the floors, the smell too faint to be able to tell who or what it had been. Mimic was still beside the entrance, gaze soaking in the marvelous sight of something that wasn't white walls and floor tiles. Only a snort from Wren tore him from his state of awe.

Wren shuffled to put together two makeshift nests for them, settling down in his with his back to Mimic. Mimic let out a faint sigh before he moved to approach his nest, ears pressing back as he hovered for a moment. Conflicted thoughts ran through his mind, yet at the same time, it felt relieving to be able to be on their own and to be able to make themselves as they walked. With another sigh, Mimic went to ease his aching joints into the nest with relief, his paws worn from their long trek. He curled slowly, tail tip resting over his nose as he sank further in comfort. He glanced up, peering up at Wren's back, grief in his eyes. He felt bad for the other male. Mimic wanted to get to know him, but because of their differences in communications, he was unable to. Once more, his thoughts were put to a screeching halt.

Thunder bellowed overhead, shaking the trees outside the cave, leaves fluttering to the ground as they broke free. Clenching his eyes quickly, Mimic tried to doze off as the rain came down in thick sheets. The sounds of rain pounding against the entrance and the ground outside echoed in the caves, a mixture of comforting and uncomforting ringing in the sounds. Neither knew what this storm would bring around. Wren, still wide awake, kept his back to Mimic as he curled tighter in his nest, eyes frantically locked on the entrance as he tried to ease the twisted knot in his stomach.

Thunder continued to roll and bellow for hours, the rain never let up as it continued its onslaught on the earth. Trees rustled frantically in the vicious winds, clattering as their branches met in their dance. A flash of lightning occasionally lit up the entrance of the cave. Somewhere farther in, water began to drip faster, splattering against the rocks with a soft sound as time went on.

Mimic stirred after a few hours when the pressure of more weight abruptly awoke him. He stirred, lifting his head to peer up at what caused the sensation, heartbreaking at the sight. Wren was curled against him. The larger male looked frightened, ears pressed back, eyes widened as they remained locked on the crevice. He was panting, the black goo dripping from his mouth in thick, tiny globs as he curled closer to Mimic for his comfort.

"Wren?" Mimic spoke softly, voice huskier from his nap. He reached out to hesitantly touch Wren's shoulder, wincing as he jolted in shock. Twisting, he peered down at Mimic with so much fear and anxiety swirling in his usually dull eyes. Frowning at the sight, Mimic had decided to settle closer to give comfort to him. Wren was frozen, body locked, gaze still focused on Mimic as he panted hard. Though, after a bit, Mimic found himself blinking in surprise when Wren buried his face into his side after thunder roared outside.

"Rest.." He whispered softly, gaze locked on the trembling form of Wren as he tried to find the comfort to be able to do so. Mimic had never expected the usually tough male to be so fearful of a thunderstorm. Yet he remained true to helping the other despite the cold air that had hung between them on their escape to freedom. Hopefully, this would show Wren he meant no harm, proving he was there to be a friend and not a burden.

After some time, Mimic found himself falling back asleep, head resting on Wren's back as he listened to the now even, gentle breathing. He curled more around him, relaxing into the warmth Wren provided him with.

The storm had continued on that night, thunder roaring above as the night went on. The relentless rain never giving up, pouring sheet after sheet down upon the muddied earth. Trees continued their dance, leaves rustling and branches rattling as the winds whipped around them. Yet to the two slumbering males, it was not a single worry to them. They remained as each other's comfort in the storm, listening to the other's breathing and sticking close for the warmth.

Luckily, the vicious storm truly did change their relationship. In the morning, Wren had already awoken and brought back a meal for the two to share before they continued on. It appeared it had truly convinced Wren that Mimic was no harm, willing to protect and comfort him whenever. As time passed on, Wren seemed more willing to try and communicate with Mimic, who even tried his best to understand. They grew closer the following time the two lab experiments spent together, traveling to find somewhere they could call home.

[dzo]

Weather can influence a lot of things... day to day activities or complete lifestyle changes, whatever it is, tell us how weather has impacted your viscet(s) over the summer months!

Alec looks out to see a sudden storm rolling in over the waters in which he planned to sail his boat in.

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Because of the continuous warm and dry days, the human masters can let Aatu run around and play in their backyard.

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Hot weather gave Avon a lot of customers at his lemonade stand!

Ornella sits by a fire to warm up

Addison has to rebuild her family home after a massive tornado destroyed many houses in her town. The summer-time cool breeze helps cool down her and the others during their construction work!

Peaches takes a break from working on a hot, cloudless day to shield the farm owner’s new bunch of corgi puppies from the sun wherever they go.