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[saka.]

Username: Asiya.
Viscet Name: Maverick
Viscet Gender: Male
IMPRESS ME

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- Collects feathers of birds
- Very selfless viscet
- Owner of a bird shrine in Japan?
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[Blumoonwolf]

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▊▊▊➼"Sometimes even FLYING AWAY isn't good enough."▊▊▊
Username:
Blumoonwolf

Name:
Aderyn (Nickname;; Koel)

Gender:
Female

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▊▊▊➼"Always REMEMBER the name you CARRY is not who you WERE but who you are NOW" ▊▊▊

Personality~
Blunt-Isolated-Stubborn-Intuitive-Intelligent-Loyal

Aderyn is an… interesting Viscet to say the least. At first glance, she may seem more trouble than she’s worth, a blunt and ignorant Viscet who seems to purposely isolate herself from others, but that is not necessarily true. While she is, at times blunt, for example, saying what she’s truly thinking, it’s not because she wants to drive others off, but rather she wants to spare you from learning something horrible later and hating yourself. It’s actually some of her hidden caring nature that she’s showing here, she’d rather you dislike her than hate yourself for something that’s true. Aderyn is also not an ignorant Viscet at all, she’s highly in tune with not only someone’s true nature but with everything around her. But it is true she isolates herself. Every time it seems she tries to reach out it only bites her later. Because of this she rather be alone and stubborn than hurt another.

▊▊▊➼"You may know my NAME but not my STORY" ▊▊▊

Koel grew up with her brother, a courageous Viscet named Jaren who helped her survive their viscious father, one who was as selfish as he was a horrible parent, shunning Koel for her wings and Jaren for his odd eyes and mind that was always spinning with the most curious of thoughts.

It was Jaren who helped her survive with stories brimming with adventure and excitement, of mysterious creatures and spirits who dusted their land. It was him who told her that we all had a purpose, and his was to protect her as a valiant guard. Koel would answer that she was the one guarding him from his wandering mind and he'd respond with a quirky smile.

But one day, Koel was following her older brother closely as they danced around the forest, swinging eachother and laughing when he brother froze, staring at what seemed like nothing. "It's beautiful." He breathed, reaching out at the air, but seeming hesitant at the same time.
Distracted and collecting flowers and smooth pebbles for their, 'castle' it took Koel a moment to realize that Jaren was gone, and as she began running she heard a low, urgent call of a cardinal, it's black eyes staring down at her.
Running even faster, she heard a faint whoosh and stumbled across a cliff, and as she processed this she saw her brother falling, his dark form already far below. But as she looked down she felt a sharp jolt of nausea and fear, sending her into a panic. She shut her eyes in fear. "I can't; I can't." Falling to the ground she curled up into a ball, rocking herself.
Later that night, when she blindly stumbled into her father, she was crying and crying. When her father finally made sense of what she had been trying to say he ran to the bottom of the cliff, hoping to see his son with nothing more than a few broken bones. Instead that night Koel watched as her father picked up his limp form, and bleakly stared at him before shifting his gaze to her.
"I wish it had been you."

The weeks after that were a blur, all she knew is that she ran away, and finally made sense of herself and joined a pack of Viscets. At first they were welcoming, but over a course of weeks they began to despise her and mock her wings, calling her chicken and as a young one, believing it to be true.

She went from pack to pack like this, families that were concerned at first and then disowning her later, saying she was up to too much trouble, not worth the extra work, a disgrace. When she did make friends, she only set them apart from other young ones, and soon she was left weak and sleepless from nightmares that haunted her.

She finally found salvation in a forest bordering the mountains, where a tribe of Viscets welcomed her and made her family, treating the young Viscet as one of the adults, for anyone could see through the tear streaks that she had to grow up fast. They became family to her as she grew older, until she finally had to say good bye.
It was only then she found peace in her heart and decided to settle near the tribe, hoping that maybe one day she could return, but instead content to thrive in her territory and guide ones who needed her help, as her brother once told her.

▊▊▊"In life we learn who true friends are"▊▊▊

"What do you mean, you have to go?" I asked, trying but probably failing to keep the panic and desperation out of my voice. He couldn't leave yet, if he did, I'd be.. alone. Left to wander my territory alone again, waiting until it was time to go, to leave once and for all, when I was sure no one else needed my help.

He stared at me sadly, but said nothing, because we both knew what the silence meant. His markings shifted with different colors, but he remained silent.
"Can't you stay just a little bit longer, I just- I don't..." I stopped myself before I could continue stammering on. He'd been the first and only comfort since my brother's death, and yet I know he had to go back to his life, the one that held family and friends, a life I envied so much but had no chance of having.

When I gave him a hesitant nod, he sent me a small smile, and after a moment of comfortable silence I had a fleeting thought- could I ever consider him a friend? Silence had always been a cold reminder that I was too different to ever have a friend, and yet, I was no longer pinned down by my father...

Suddenly aware he was shifting his position, looking around for something, I focused on my breathing to quiet my scattered thoughts. When I felt a paw on my shoulder I looked towards Hype, confused.
"You've been great company, and I'm glad to have met you. I've experienced many things I'm sure the younger ones would love to hear-" I opened my mouth to remind him but he beat me to it, "I won't tell them about your wings, or where you live. But I will tell them I met a great Viscet. A friend." He paused, taking a breath and hurriedly rushed on, his markings shifting colors. "SoIdecidedtomakethisforyouIhopeyoulikeit."

In his other paw which he stretched out to show me, lay a tiny wooden bird, carefully carved with delicate details, and- I noticed- painted with markings much like mine, but with ocean-blue eyes that resembled the lake we had first met, and in the tiny wooden bird's beak was the tiny flower Hype had first began looking for.

"I love it." I breathed, gently taking it and running my paws over it, as I did so I remembered how I had first met him.
"It's a koel, a traveler once showed me a picture, and I thought it looked kind of similar to you." Once again, he paused, unsure whether to continue. "I didn't mean that as an insult, I thought it was a beautiful bird."

"Thank you," I interjected, wrapping him a tight hug and blinking rapidly to try and stop the tears that were forming. Why had I let myself get attached? And yet...
I couldn't stop it once they started, rolling down my face and blinding me, and as one me and Hyperion slid to the ground, still embraced as I was crying.

"It's okay." He murmured, and I think he understood, I wasn't crying just because of the gift he had gave me, or because my brother had died and left me alone. I was crying because I had finally found a friend, and once I had realized that, I slowly backed away from Hype, wiping my eyes, but still shaking.
"I'll visit you again." He murmured.
"I'll wait for you then." I replied.

▊▊▊➼"A bird doesn't SING because it has an ANSWER, it's SINGS because it has a SONG"▊▊▊

I fell in love the moment I saw her, and while I may not be the most welcoming person at times, or the most social in general... but I feel like Koel represents my personality, maybe the way a majority of people feel like I am.

I don't know if you'll understand what I mean, but here; I feel like Koel has just isolated herself in fear of hurting others, when all she needs is a couple of caring friends. But in the real world, it happens that having or making friends isn't easy, there isn't a site where you can meet amazing people, and differences, whether good or bad, will set you apart and make it all the harder. But having determination to keep going, to keep pushing forward can make all the difference, and if you have someone there to help you up, well sometimes that's all you need.
So, after that life lesson... the real reason I want her? Maybe because I feel like there's a purpose she needs to fulfill, whether it's making me smile on a horrible day, maybe even bothering another viscet for laughs, I know it'll be fine <3

Thanks-
Where to begin? Gosh, I have too many words and a small word limit, which makes this hard, but I'd like to thank anyone who's made it this far reading my form, it means a lot, so just know I'm giving you a virtual fist-bump, and a big thank you as well!~

[~IceFang~]

Holy
Good lord!

Username:~icefang~
Viscet Name:
Viscet Gender: Female
Theme Song: Monster-Skillet

On the Surface:

So much WIP

[Lillybear]

Marking to watch!

[VAALRAVN]

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"we ѕтand υpon тнe precιpιce oғ cнange.
тнe world ғearѕ тнe ιnevιтaвle plυммeт ιn
тo тнe aвyѕѕ. waтcн ғor тнaт мoмenт... a
nd wнen ιт coмeѕ, do noт нeѕιтaтe тo leap.
ιт ιѕ only wнen yoυ ғall тнaт yoυ learn wн
eтнer yoυ can ғly."
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иαмє mononoke nιcĸnaмe mono, noke g
ender male ѕeх male pronoυnѕ he / him
нoмeland amazon river basin нoмe rio d
e janeiro ғaмιly unknown тнeмe ѕong ti
me of dying by three days grace
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"мen'ѕ нearтѕ нold ѕнadowѕ darĸer тнan a
ny тaιnтed creaтυre."
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bought by Gender Fluid
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"ι can вe ғrιendly wнen ι deѕιre тo. alaѕ, d
eѕιrιng тo вe мore ιnтelιgenт doeѕ noт мaĸ
e ιт ѕo."
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Noke is calm, cool and generally appears c
ollected. His usually stoic expression is lift
ed for the sight of Latte, whom he cherish
es as his closest and only friend. When put
in a situation that requires quick actions a
nd thinking, he is the last person you woul
d look for. In a frightening situation, for ex
ample, getting chased by a Jaguar, he tend
s to hyperventilate, usually freaking out in
the most embarrassing of ways. This tends
to make him a poor hunter, or collector of
food. He once got stuck in a tree whilst tr
ying to get the only apple that was on the
tree. Another situation was when he had p
icked up what he though was a vine, it had
turned out to be a snake.
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"нυrdled ιnтo cнaoѕ, yoυ ғιgнт. and тнe
world wιll ѕнaĸe вeғore yoυ. ιѕ ιт ғaтe or
cнance? ι can never decιde."
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Noke was born on a cold morning. Snow w
as falling steadily that day, icing the trees
with a fine white powder. It was unusual,
his birth. Every egg in the tribe had actual
lly hay hatched. His mother, whom many h
ad called San, was still curled up around t
hat egg. Her body was shaking, eyes red a
nd bloodshot from crying. A crack had the
n caught her attention. She shifted, cranin
g her neck to look at the little egg covered
in brown and cream blotches. Crack- crack,
crack... One noise after another. Her deep
frown slowly shifted into a wide, caring sm
ile.
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eхтra arт x x x
art here hasn't been bought.
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"тнere ιѕ alwayѕ a caтcн. lιғe ιѕ a caтcн! ι
ѕυggeѕт yoυ caтcн ιт wнιle yoυ can."
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bought by Gender Fluid

[QueenAxolotl]

Does this have to more than 1500 words or less?

[Soulsplosion]

Maximum of 1500 words. So it has to be below.

[~Ash Wolf~]

Username: Ash Wolf
Viscet Name: Aniello- God's messenger
Viscet Gender: Male
WIP

[ShadowDuskeon]

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