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Oh my goodness it's so cute...<3 Marking for sure~ ;^;

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◤She was born in Shannon Ireland,raised with a loving father whom harvested as much from their land as possible. From potatoes, to delectably sweet - sweet potatoes and all the more. Her mother was a loving and attentive soul, always doing her best to tend to the needs of her young and husband. She never once raised her voice, for she had no need for such. Though they did not have all the wealth in the world they were a happy family, and many could see how well they did. They never asked for help, for they sustained on their own goods and skills. The love between them seemed to bloom most commonly around each full moon. When the ocean waves crashed ever so elegantly against the rocky cliff sides. Their home upon the very top of a grassy hill, made it rather easy for them to find places to go and things to do. Though they of course had their down times, when the land didn't give much-no matter the tender care used, or when their crops got bitten by that bitter cold. But they always made it.
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Likes- Nature and tranquil sounds.
Dislikes-Unnatural scents and sights.
Age-Well, she is around 19, but prefers to live with her family.
Traits-She is very loyal, an unwavering soul that sticks to those that are true. She is kind, a
loving creature that will never harm another. She is passionate, her interests are hers, she
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She and her kin have been in Shannon for generations, it was her Great-grandfathers, great great grand mother that was the first born in Ireland, and they have been her ever since. Their blood runs deep in the town roots, though not vitally.
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She wishes preserve the Irish ways, loving
the land and tending to it. Not turning into
a mas-produced and falsified glorification.
She wants the Earth to remain pure and
beautiful, as far as her paws may touch.
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Her job is to tend to the sheep on their land,
though they have not many- they are prized
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Favored Food: She LOVES shepherds pie, it
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Disliked Food: She does not like broccoli.
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Because she reminds me of home, I dislike living in the states, but it does tend to have some advantages, her pattern makes me smile and it truly does resemble and stick to the Irish Culture. She would also fit absolutely perfectly into my stories based in Dublin that transverse across Shannon, Kilconley, and Wicklow.
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The Ash Tree. Spontaneous,
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The Ash tree is known to attract lightning. It is where they say it comes from,
a symbol of universality, specifically Universal order and truth. In meditation,
the Ash harmonizes and balances the spirit by focusing on being present with
what is around oneself. In ancient times, it was believed to be the original
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In the meantime enjoy my art of her!

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Title says: Bouclés Patte Chanceux, French for Curly Lucky Paw. Song: I am not a robot. Shadow Monster says: Ha! Nice paw loser.
Bubble 1 says: Guess What? I'm not a robot.
Bubble 2 says: It'd ok to say you got a weakspot...
Bubble 3 says: Your lovable, so lovable...
Bubble four says: But you are so magnetic. You pick up all the pins

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U S E R N A M E
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Her actual name is Bouclés Patte Chanceux, which in the story her mother calls her by. It is French for Curly Lucky Paw. Now why she is called this is because of her beautiful black spiral pattern on her left haunch. When Bouclés was first born she had a lighter shade of black from the marking but it grew bolder and Bouclés mother decided it would be fitting to be called Lucky Paw. But when entering Viscet school, Bouclés decided the name would be too hard to pronounce (and she wanted to keep her special name just between her mother and her). So when her best animal friend from the farm, Sugar, started calling her Curly she stuck with it. But as Curly went along in school life was a little harder. Bullies, bad grades, and a harsh father all stressed Curly out. Especially two bullies that she hated with all her soul. Rebel and Butch. They had given her a name as well, Unworthy. So throughout school Curly was called this and finally one faithful day she fought back. A terrible day as well. A storm came and the barn had crushed her mother, her father barley escaping. After that Curly ran away, not wanting to hear anymore from her father, or Rebel or anyone. She ran into the woods, where she helped a injuries fox kit. After healing him, the fox seemed to stick with her as a sort of pet. The fox always brought her flowers and so she took up the name Lilly for a while. Curly, or now Lilly, traveled along with the fox untIL one day she found someone in the forest, another Viscet. This Viscet was all alone, and looked frightened when Curly approached her. After a getting to know her and finally figuring out her name Curly became quite close to the Viscet. Her name was Danika and after a while Curly let her call her Bella, in honor of her mother, but only Danika. She goes by Curly now, but some whispers are heard of Bella or formally Bouclés Patte Chanceux.

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When I first took a look at this beautiful Viscet I knew instantly that I was going to tryout for a girl. So she has been made into the beautiful baby girl, Curly <3

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Curly is extremely shy and nervous of just about any male Viscet ever. She doesn't really talk to males and sometimes talks to females if she likes them well enough. Curly is a sweet tomboy-ish girl who is mostly known for outdoor life. Never has Curly ever really been in the city and a cording to her she never wants to. Curly is a bit bossy though from time to time, especially with the little ones. She is also very impatient, never waiting for anyone anymore, always letting everyone know they don't have much time. Curious is also another word to define Curly as she loves exploring and watching the new world at a close distance. But Curly is also very tough mentally when it comes to physical work. Anything you put her to she will do, even if it's a really hard task. In all Curly has the attitude of a country girl.

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Hello, my name is Bouclés Patte Chanceux, but people just call me Curly. This is my story, how I came to be…
Unworthy
A small ray of sunlight flew itself onto the rough surface of an egg. The rest of the barn was quiet, all of the animals presence in a trance of beauty. The sunlight shown through the egg and some of the animals gasped as the light showed a little body inside. The egg shook lightly and a crack was heard throughout the barn. One of the horses reared up and gave a whinny of joy. The other horses quickly shushed him with a flick of their tails. The mother of the egg was watching intently and was held by her mate, who was a little more skeptical. His name was Henry, a Viscet who had mated with Coeur allumé, which was her French name meaning kindled heart. Her barn name was Isabella, which farmer McDuncan liked to call her. The egg shook again with a little more force. Isabella flicked her ears forward and gave her tail a wag, Henry smiled lightly. Suddenly the egg cracked and out popped a tiny little Viscet paw. The barn’s quietness continued on in anticipation as the paw clenched the air. The egg cracked fully and a little baby Viscet fell forward into the world. Her eyes opened slowly as the sun felt so welcoming, she looked around the barn as it erupted into many sounds. Her first feeling in the world was happiness and she turned to see her mother gasping with the biggest smile on her face. The little Viscet smiled to and felt warmth spread through her. But the next feeling she got was sadness and fear as she looked to her father. He had his mouth ajar as if in horror and backed away. The little Viscetling felt a weird new feeling come and her eyes felt like they were melting. She decided she hated this new feeling. Henry turned to his mate with a disgusted look.
“What is this? Where is her tail, what is up with the horns? Neither you or I have a curly coat, whose child is this?” Henry growled quietly to Isabella. She looked at him with a slight hint of sadness and hesitation.
“Henry that’s out daughter and just because she looks different doesn’t mean she’s someone else’s. Now we’re going to raise our daughter with kindness because it doesn’t matter how she looks.” Isabella whispered quietly to him before going and picking up the Viscetling. She leaned in a kissed her beautiful curly hair and the young Viscetling’s sad feeling away. “Hello there… Bouclés Patte Chanceux. Welcome to the barn, this is your home.” Isabella told Bouclés softly. Henry wasn’t one to let his mate down but he simply smiled and came around his mate, hugging them. Bouclés felt weary of her father, he seemed angered at something, but he was faking a smile so she should to. She looked around the barn at all the animals, some of them were happily cheering and some of them sat stunned. She looked in the corner to see a fox. The fox was staring at her intently, it’s round green eyes locked on her soft brown eyes. Bouclés knew from that moment on that foxes where one of her favorite animals. Her mother led her away from the barn where she got a beautiful view of the acres and acres of hills, unexplored forests, and open fields. Isabella held her as they both looked out and her mother brushed the Viscetling’s curly mane. “It’s beautiful isn’t it? This is your home; I think you’ll like it here.” Even though Bouclés didn’t really understand what her mother was saying she smiled and took a deep breath, ready to start her night.
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“Come on Curly were going to be late!” Curly ran faster, her lunch barley hanging onto her backpack hook. Curly flicked her ears back and felt her mother’s beautiful ankle bracelet clank at her left back foot. She watched her best friend, Sugar, rush into the school yard. Curly breathed deeply and sped up until she reached the school door entrance. Sugar stopped and turned smiling, her tail wagging as fast as humming bird’s wings. Sugar was an Australian Shepard, and a pretty fast one at that. Curly took deep breaths and smiled at Sugar.
“Geez Sugar you’re getting fast, I might need to step up my game.” Curly said with a laugh that turned into a cough because she was out of breath. Sugar snorted and looked at Curly beaming.
“Yeah, Yeah…now! Are you excited for your first day at school? Be good, and don’t do anything I wouldn’t do… wait that doesn’t work, I do everything! Ha, I mean just don’t do anything stupid ok? Have fun, see ya at supper time!” Sugar said with a quick kiss on Curly’s face. Than she was off like a horse out of the gates. Curly rolled her eyes a laughed, turning herself to face the school. It was a school only from Viscets and all types of Viscets were here. Isabella had told her to try and make friends and to be nice to everyone. She gave Curly her special ankle bracelet to give her luck. Curly took a deep breath and opened the doors. She gasped when she took a step in; it was like ten times bigger than the barn! She had never seen so many Viscets in one place, well except for mother and Henry, but they didn’t count. They were all sorts of colors and designs and patterns. She looked around and even saw some with horns like her! But Curly didn’t see any with curly coats. She simply shrugged and hurried through the crowded halls. She was looking at the classroom doors, searching for her first class when suddenly she bumped into a large male. She looked up and he whirled around, an angry snarl on his face. He had devilish red eyes and curled horns that looked like a twisted knife. Curly backed up in slight fear. “Oh… sorry I didn’t see you there.” Curly said. The male smirked creepily and stepped forward.
“Huh, I haven’t seen you around here before, what do you think you’re doing little girl? Do you know how big school is? Hey fella’s I think this little girl needs to be shown how big school is, what do ya say? Should we show her?” The brute stepped forward menacingly. The males behind him wore terrifying smiles and they laughed as he said the words. Curly felt her heart clutch with fear and backed up even more until a hand grabbed her shoulder. Curly let out a terrified squeak and turned her head to see a female. But the female wasn’t looking at her; she was staring dead at the male. She bared her fangs and the male looked a little surprised.
“Leave her alone Rebel, she’s new kay’? Go take your hide and your dumb friends somewhere else.” The female growled. Curly noticed she had the same colorings and eyes as Rebel’s, but her’s were lighter. Rebel gave an angry huff and turned around storming off, his friends following behind him. Curly felt her heart beat once again return and she gave a breath she didn’t know she’d been holding in. The female gave Curly a small smile and rubbed her mane back slightly. “Sorry about that, my brother can be a real jerk sometimes… uh my name’s Amea Darci, but you can just call me Amea. What’s yours?” Amea asked. Curly felt her face heat up as she heard the bell ring. Great, first day and she got probably a new enemy, is late for her class and she also got Amea late.
“It’s Bouclés Patte Chanceux, but everyone calls me Curly, since my name is too long.” Curly told her Amea smiled and wagged her tail, which was fluffy like a fox’s. “Wow what a small world! I’m French to, so is Rebel, but he doesn’t like his French name. Don’t worry he’ll warm up to you.” Amea told her. Curly wasn’t so sure, but she only nodded, not wanting to ruin anything. They both spilt and went off to their classes.
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Isabella yawned tiredly as the sun just started to hit the mountains peak, meaning it was around 4 pm. She was pulling a plow across McDuncan’s best field. Planting season was coming up soon and it was Henry and her’s job to pull the plows. Soon it would be Bouclés or Curly as she started to go by. There was a bark and Isabella perked her ears to see Curly running up the pebbled path. Isabella had barely gotten the harness off when she was thrown to the ground by Curly. She laughed and kissed her daughter’s forehead. Henry just snorted and continued plowing. He didn’t really talk to Curly and so Curly didn’t really talk to him. Curly smiled happily, glad to be back to the safe and protected life of the barn.
“How was your first day at school baby?” Isabella asked Curly. Curly giggled, liking her nicknames her mother gave her. She sighed and nuzzled into her mother’s fur, smelling the sweet scent of fruits and pine needles. She wished she didn’t have to go to school, but Isabella told her it would make her happy, and Curly would do anything for her mother. Curly sighed.
“It was a little tiring, I think I have a new friend though, she’s pretty nice and guess what she has a French name to!” Curly said. She felt a little guilty not telling her about Rebel and how he was mean to her. That first day was a little hard, he had scared her into giving him her lunch, and then he had called her names at the end of the day. But Amea had walked a little ways home with her and gave her reassurance. Curly snapped out of her thoughts when her mother smiled and got up from the dirt. Curly noticed how tired her mother looked and became slightly worried. There were slight bags under her eyes and she moved with a hint of pain. Isabella was about to slip into the harness when Curly stopped her. “Mom you should go rest, I think I can get the rest of the fields tonight.” Isabella was about to protest but she saw a look of determination in Curly’s eyes and smiled, giving a nod.
“Alright, thank you Honey, don’t hurt yourself now ok?” Isabella said. Curly only gave her a smile as she yanked on the halter, the heavy plow moving forward. The field seemed large and even larger as Curly started her work. She watched her mother go into the barn and Curly wiggled her tail slightly, feeling a deep wind shift through her fur. Suddenly a thought came to Curly’s mind and she stopped plowing.
"Oh no I forgot my history book at school! I have to go get it." Curly said setting down the halter and looking towards Henry who gave her a cold stare before returning to plowing. Quickly Curly sprinted down the pebbled path. Curly's legs carried her almost effortlessly as she sprinted back to school. She breathed in deeply as she turned the corner and stopped, looking at the school, almost deserted now except for a few Viscet's here and there. Curly kept her head down as she walked towards the front doors, the sky turning slightly darker and the scent of moisture in the air. Curly fumbled with her ankle bracelet nervously as she spotted one of Rebel’s friends who was smirking and laughing with a couple of other guys. She opened the door and hurried to her history class. She could hear voices from inside the room and breathed in as she opened it slowly and stopped, fear gripping her chest as she saw her worst nightmare. Rebel was standing there, smiling devilishly with her history book in his hand and spray paint in the other. Curly backed up but she was to slow as Rebel jumped forward, his force knocking her backwards as she stared up at him, her jaws moving but no sound coming out. All she saw where his terrible, terrible, evil red eyes flash brighter as lightning struck through the window. He shook the spray paint bottle and sprayed Curly as she scratched the air hopelessly, screaming loudly. The spray paint covered her as she used her back legs to kick her target back. Tears stung her eyes as Curly stumbled to get up, running blindly through the school with terrifying laughter behind her. She could hear more footsteps and her eyes cleared slightly, red paint stinging them as she cried more. She saw the entrance and fled as fast as she could but suddenly there was Butch, blocking her. She tried to stop her feet, but she slammed into him. He laughed wickedly and pushed her back, his deep green eyes reminding her of evil dead trees. Curly screamed again, and more tears flowed as Butch stepped forward with another spray paint. He snarled as he sprayed her stomach red, writing something.
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♡ Curly loves foxes. Any and all kinds of foxes. She fell in love with them when she hatched, her beautiful green and orange eyes meeting curious yellow. In the barn there was a fox named Pear, he didn't really talk to Curly but he always seemed to be around and helped her when the storm had hit.
♡ Cookies! Curly loves making cookies, especially chocolate clover ones. Curly made a batch one time with Amea when they were at Sombre's house, they were delicious!
♡ Her Friends! Curly doesn't really have alot of friends but the ones that she does have make her feel really special. She loves her friends and would do anything for them
♡ Danika! Curly just can't get enough of her secret crush and one of her best eat pals of all time.

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◇ Storms, any in general. Curly is now terrified of storms ever since the huge one that hit took down the barn and her mother's life. She can't stand them and whenever they hit you can find Curly crying and curled up in a blanket somewhere inside.
◇ Boys. Curly doesn't hate boys, but she doesn't like them either. Ever since Rebel, Burch and their friends bullied her in school Curly has been to scared to go around guys. But if you offer her a cookie she might warm up to you!
◇ Bugs in her garden. Now anywhere outside of her garden Curly is perfectly fine with bugs, but when they get inside and eat all her plants she gets frustrated. Luckily Danika is always there to calm her down when she goes nipping after the bugs.

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https://youtu.be/a7fKQSwHY_M- I am not a Robot- Curly enjoys this song because it helps her feel better about herself when she feels down. Mostly she listens to it on Sunny days when she has alot of work to do to get her in the working mind. She showed Danika this song and now it's a special thing they share.
https://youtu.be/YdNQhzgvESU- Pray for Adelaide- Curly likes this song because it taps into her emotions pretty well, she also likes pretending this song is about Henry and she's singing it to him.
https://youtu.be/iFx-5PGLgb4 - Close to you- Curly likes this song because Isabella used to sing this song to her when she was little. Curly hopes maybe one day, if Danika says yes, they could adopt an egg of their own and she could sing this song to her little baby.


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Sugar- Sugar is an Australian Shepard who is roudy and very rambunctious. Never missing a beat Sugar is always there when you least expect it with her party ways and funny attitude. Sugar has always been a great friend of Curly’s, and after the move Curly still keeps in touch with her favorite friend.
Petite Ange- Petite was a little fox kit that Curly rescued on the long dirt road. The little fox was nervous of her at first, but then clung to her like a mother. Kind of snooty and very clingy Petite Ange has made an indent in Curly’s life forever.

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Dropping ^^ Good luck to everyone!!

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