[ShadyBro]

Oh my gosh its so cute! I might actually tryout for this lil un if I have time <3

[gp5]

username; ratatouille.
name; Wynter
gender; Male
Who found them; The caribou spirit, Page.

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Story;
(I drew him as a human, along with page! ^^ He is wearing a hood.)

The two eskimos had found the baby, laying there in the soft moonlit snow. It was newly born, the wet fur sticking to its body and making it look pathetically weak. It was mewling, Mewling for something. It wasn’t quite the call of a mother and child, this the Eskimos could recognize. But something.. Different. The eskimo hunters were confused, certainly. It was cold for a winter's night, and the mother was certainly nowhere near.
The eskimos talked, agreeing to kill the baby and spare it from the pain of its mother's departure.
The second eskimo, lifted his spear, aiming straight for the hatchlings heart. Until, a inhumaine roar flew into the freezing sky. Both the eskimos paused, glancing around in fear and curiosity. But it was too late.
A caribou, black as the deepest depths of the ocean, and eyes as white as the freshest snow, claimed their lives that day.
That caribou, page, was the only friend and caretaker to the little viscet. Page was there to protect him with his life, as he was granted from the spirit world to be the companion of the hatchling. The viscets mother had left the baby when he was born, fleeing into the depths of the night as if her son was the cause of a plague. But, what the little one did not know was that it was the heir to a great forgotten kingdom. A prince of a snowy wasteland that held great power..
The hatchling grew to be a handsome young lad. Page was there by his side, every season and night. They were the best of friends, and maybe knew each other better than they knew themselves. Wynter had not grown accustomed to civilization though, and was surprised when he found himself near the edge of the docks.


“Page, what are these.. Things doing here?” Wynter asked, his head inclined towards Pages leering form.
“Don’t go there. It's not safe.” Page hissed, his eyes darting back and forth from the other viscets walking in and out of the buildings.
“But.. they look just like me!” He said, taking a small step forward from where he hid in the shadows.
Page stepped forward, blocking Wynter from the town. Wynter was too curious for his own good, stubborn even.
“I told you don’t go there i-” He stopped completely as Wynter sidestepped him and wandered his way towards the nearest viscet.
“Hey!” Wynter shouted, as Page quickly turned into a shadow and followed his hatchlings pawsteps. The viscet turned towards Wynter, their complexion clearly surprised as he flailed towards them.“W-Who are you?!” They spoke, eyeing him completely as Wynter started to explain himself. Page sighed to himself, shaking his head in disapproval as he heard Wynter ramble about where he was born.
Once Wynter was completely done.. The viscet paused for a moment before speaking.
“Follow me.” They spoke, before turning towards a large building and walking in. The ocean nearby roared loudly as what looked to be a ship stood by the dock, others piling boxes and boxes in its cargo.
Wynter paused, staring at where the viscet disappeared into the building, before glancing back at the boat. The boat honestly looked much more interesting, and it wouldn’t hurt to have a look. Right?
urning towards the large metal boat, he jumped as an announcement rang out.
“BOAT LEAVING CARGO IN. 1 MINUTE.”
“This is a bad idea.. Lets leave.” Page hissed from his shadow as Wynter just shook his head.
“Nuh uh.” He paused, watching as others paid no mind to him as they hurriedly stacked more and more boxes into the boat.
“I want to go in..” Wynter whispered excitedly as he took another step forward.
“Don’t!” Page hissed again, being completely ignored, predictably, as Wynter wandered into the bowels of the metal.
“BOAT LEAVING CARGO. NOW.”
“Wynter c’mon…!” Page spoke again in a frantic tone. Wynter turned around, staring at the workers as they obviously admired their box work. The door started to be lifted up, the spurrs and mechanics whirling at the weight of the large door.
Little did they know that they would be in a civilized, better world..
Page and Wynter had arrived in a matter of 3 days, eating the fish that had been packed in the boxes. Once they had arrived to the ‘new world’, they had grown accustomed quickly. In one week, Wynter had easily found a job for a local joint, but the thing that he found most interesting was the winter activities. He soon joined a hockey team, and is now a goalie. He hopes to become good enough to be in the American Olympic team, and possibly that dream will come true..
Wynter feels like he would be nowhere without Page, he is very grateful.

800/800 Words.
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extras;
The art piece!

[r.ddler]

username; Kaarin
name; Morrigan
gender; Male
who found them; Rowani
story;

-patrol through the castle's yards; finds abandoned child and takes her in, to be raised by the castle staff and the king.

extras;

-becomes the prince of the kingdom

[elliott.]

username; squeez
name; sanik jk jk
gender; male
Who found them; his now-father linden
Story;
"This Viscling needs to be gone for good, Thalia!"
A male voice boomed, a Viscet with a shorter tail snarling at his mate, a silver, normal Viscet. "Buffy, we can't just throw it out!" The alpha male of the pack laughed dryly, "That's why I said gone for good. kill it, or have someone else kill it. Kimbaya can kill it quick and easy." Thalia gasped in horror, bringing the small, white viscling with unnatural ears and a tail like it's fathers close. "Buffy, this is your son! It even has the same tail as you!" She yelped, but the alpha male was determined. "Look at his ears! Those are not normal and it's a bad sign. If you don't kill it, I will." Buffy snarled in her face, before stomping out of the den. The little Viscling started to cry, not understanding anything in the argument, yet sensing the tension. Thalia pressed her muzzle into his fur. "I'm sorry, little one. So sorry."


wip

[magpiemochi.]

dropping, good luck everyone!

[Muggywort]

Markkkkkk

[Hail.]

after counting my Viscets I determined that between this one, the other I am trying for w/ a friend, and incoming visclings, I won't have much room ;-; that being said, if anyone wants to use a Viscet of mine, pm me! Just not Xikami, as she isn't very social ^^;

Username: Howlingtothestars
Name: Kīpā
Gender: Female
Adoptive Parent: Zxunre

I was hatched in captivity, my egg taken from my mother after she abandoned me. The humans raised me well, and life was simple. They named me Kīpā, which means Keeper, and put me through a training course when I was old enough to run. Dogs were a part of it, mostly shepherds with large ears, and I made several friends. Our training continued daily, most involving climbing, staying beside our master, and attacking t when told. I wasn't the best attacker, but boy could I heel! I could predict every move my master was going to make and keep up with him the entire way! When he told me to sniff something out, I was always the first one to locate and alert him to it. It wasn't long until I seemed to become a favorite of the humans and dogs alike. When I was put away for slumber, several humans always stopped to pet me or give me a snack. Life was simple, and it remained that way until they put me in one of their cars.
It was early when my master came to pick me up. He opened the door before put a vest that was slightly heavy on me. He led me outside, past the fence to a black and white car. He crouched and spoke to me, I didn't understand but he sounded excited so I licked his nose. A smile stretched across his face and he opened the door. I jumped up, falling just short and having to wiggle my way up. I sat and watched my master as he closed the door and entered on the other side. When he started it, voices spewed from the radio. I sniffed them cautiously, but relaxed when my master laughed. We drove for a while with sirens blaring ontop of the vehicle. I wasn't scared, as I was used to loud noises. When we stopped, it was outside of a large building with glass doors and hundreds of younger humans outside. My master left and rounded the car before opening my door. I could hear people murmuring, but I ignored it. Something was wrong here. My master held up a fist and advanced to the school, I followed suit keeping close to his leg. When we reached the doors, he looked inside before opening them. I looked up at him and he whistled sharply. I jogged inside and inhaled the air. New scents attacked me, but I remained focused and searched for the sour one that I needed to find. My master followed my as I searched the building, sniffing everything as I passed. Finally, the sour scent hit me. I walked in its direction, sat close by, and chirped. My master approached me and advancing to the source of the sour scent. I watched as he open some metal compartment and began to fiddle with the source when a sudden chill ran down my spine. I stood and looked around, feeling like we weren't safe. Something was going to happen here that wouldn't turn out well. I chirped and began nudging my master, but he ignored me. Then I saw another human up the stairs holding one of the machines I had been warned about. I chirped in warning, but he ignored me. Then, the sound of thunder that caused my master to fall and never rise.
After his death, I ran. I was scared, I felt like this was my fault, so I ran away as fast as I could. Past the children and into the woods beyond. I ran and ran until my legs burned and I toppled to the ground in a heap. I laid there panting for several moments, unaware of the approaching creature. "Hey kid, you okay?" I jumped to me feet and stared at the source, an adult Viscet blue as the river with star patterns. "Woah, woah, calm down. I'm not going to hurt you. Where's your parents?"
I curled up slightly, afraid of him. I didn't know much about my parents, the only one close to a parent was my fallen master, so that's what I said. "Dead..."
At the word, the Viscets expression softened. "I see... Would you come with me?" My fur bristled. "I won't hurt you, I'm just taking you somewhere safe." Hesitantly, I nodded and began to follow him. He took me to a large pack and said his name was Zxunre. We stuck together for a while and he became my closest friend. One time, I accidentally called him father. He seemed startled at first, but smiled and rubbed my head in approval. I honestly regarded him as more of a sibling than a father, but he was no my closest companion, almost as close to me as my fallen master.

(800/800)

[T h e M a r t i a n]

username; T h e M a r t i a n
name; Hayden
gender; Female
Who found them; Rajah
Story;
- rajah finds baby while he is out on a relaxing get away. Sees no parents, baby is crying, and takes him home, and tries to find parents, but no luck. No had baby as his own. ( will elaborate )

extras;

[~IceFang~]

username; icefang

name; Syberian

gender; Male

Who found them;
Orchid, Army Reconnaissance Viscet

Story; [from Orchid's POV]
"Captain! Commander wants to see you."
This was not how I liked to start my week. Hopefully, it was something easy. But alas, I knew it was not to be.
Slamming a portfolio onto the desk, he dismissed me quickly. Outside, I opened the folder to show papers, ordering me to a reconnaissance mission to the arctic.

No questions asked, I packed speedily, retrieved my plane from the hangar, and loaded up. Along the way, people smiled and waved.

"Recon 8 to Control Tower, permission to lift off, over."
"Control Tower to Recon 8, permission granted. Over."
I taxied my plane around, and then gunned the engines. The plane lifted off smoothly, and I was off to the north.



The landing strip was tiny.
And I had to land on that.
With malfunctioning gear.
Great.
It was all fine and dandy, until I dipped lower, clipping a wing and loosening it. Nothing a few days and sufficient tools couldn't fix, but I had to land. Soon. The aircraft wobbled dangerously as I fought to keep it level.
The people swarmed out, watching. I wanted to scream down to back off, I might crash.
I had to slow down to almost a standstill, then land. Avoiding a stall, I nosed it down until it touched the asphalt, coated with salt. The landing strip was from the older days, before the indigenous peoples chased out the others.

After I stopped fully, I jumped out, and was almost immediately swarmed by visclings grabbing at my mane and clothes. Shivering slightly, I met the tribe chief, who shook my hand warmly and welcomes me inside.

The igloo was amazingly warm. I shed my hat and coat within minutes. The welcoming viscets poured me hot herbal drinks, which I sipped gratefully.
"Why you come?" The rough speak of the natives surprised me.
"I have come to see how things are. There is danger nearby. I did not think anyone lived here. You are in great danger."
The chief raised an old, weathered paw. "Here I born, and here I stay, even if I die."
Respectfully, I nodded, although I knew this would not be good.



They took to my strange ways well. I adapted to the cold, and helped the women, and men. The craft's damage was more extensive than I had thought, and I had to stay for longer. With my colors, I stood out against the paler viscets in the area.

I had a special relationship with an old caregiver, one which took in visclings that were orphaned. Whenever I could, I helped her with the three young visclings. Two were older. The last was a viscling, named Syberian, that had been found on a boat drifting from sea. The village thought it came from the one farther upstream, the ones who were harsher and cared more about perfection. I related to him, as the first female recon, I was often looked oddly at.



All was well for a few months as I tinkered on my craft. Then, one night, everything changed. (And it had to be the night that I finished repairs, too.)

The group that had been encroaching on the nearby territories attacked the village.

The lookout, suggested by me, when they heard of the mission I was on, saw them first. I quickly took charge. I locked my plane, and shepherded all of them into a hidden basement. It was freezing in there, and cramped, but at least we were safe.

My radio didn't work, as there was no signal, but we waited as the group, later found out as a large group of hostile villages bent on expanding their territory, raked through the camp. Thankfully, the others had done a good job of disguising the trapdoor, and the group moved on after several hours, satisfied with whatever they could find valuable in the igloos.



When they were gone, we climbed out. The homes had been destroyed, but at least the people were safe. They said it was time to fight back. "Thank you. We will always remember you," the Chief said.

Just as I was turning to leave, my friend the caregiver rushed out. In her arms was a small bundle. I recognized it immediately.
"Syberian?" I asked the elder. She nodded, then pressed him into my paws. "Take him. Raise him like you, a good and strong viscet. Remember to visit often."

I smiled widely, then nodded. "I will. I will."

I had to leave before I sprang waterworks. I buckled the little one into the copilot's seat, then gave him a helmet for air and noise. We lifted off, and he woke up. He didn't say a word as we spiraled over the waving village, then turned back towards home.

Credits:
Art by: Levi-
Viscet (Orchid) owned by: Me
Story by: Me

[tenlittlesoldierboys]

Omg, griff, what a cutie!
If anyone wants to use either my Amadeus or my Caesar as "finder" please shoot me a PM c: I think they'd both be a great fit as they're both white/albino cx
both gone cx