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Name - Maisey-May
Gender - female
Owned On - 3/12/17
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RU's Given To
~Trompy and tenlittlesoldierboys

At the time of its birth, Vulpix has one white tail. The tail separates into six if this Pokémon receives plenty of love from its Trainer. The six tails become magnificently curled.

Unlike the real vulpix, this one will remain with its singular white tail, of course <3


I want you to tell me about this little one. How were they found? What happened to them?? Where are they now??? And also, tell me about their "trainer"/mentor!

Rules:
1. Be a good sport!!
2. Any passive aggressive or flat out rude or mean statements will result in you being disqualified, if you received a ru or hm I will revoke these and give them to the next in line.
3. Do not include anything based on the pokemon Vulpix in your forum. This means no vulpix gifs and nothing concerning vulpix's many tails or most of its pokedex entries. Small references such as it being warm or something with fire will be fine.
4. Have fun!!!

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Good luck!!! This one will end on February 25th!
This viscet is an abandoned pps and thus does not count towards any limit!!
I do intend to offer a runner up!

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//Mutations//
Fox Tail - Rare
Minor Mane - Uncommon

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Mega red omg

[magpiemochi.]

marking to watch!

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[milo.]

UN: milo. | G: female

here, we observe Jesse in his natural habitat, sleeping soundly with his head propped up on the worktop and body leaning
at a precarious angle. he's exhausted more and more lately, it having been Sebastian's idea to adopt a pack of children
( not really, as he often encouraged the adoptions and was just as excited ). a pack of children hadn't lined up well with
his schedule. he missed out on a lot of important stepping stones when it came to his children's development - though he
did find solace in the fact his newest daughter, Maisey, found an interest in his work and often shadowed him whenever he
went off to the labs.

as with all his children, Jesse is very patient with Maisey. chemistry isn't easy to grasp, this he knows as he had struggled
himself as a Viscling-- but her thirst for knowledge and dedication to learning the material made it easier on the young
adult. though thorough with his work, the male makes sure to take each step carefully and with detailed explanation as
to what he's doing so Maisey doesn't miss anything while they work together. for tasks he deems easy enough, he teaches
to the best of his ability and then offers Maisey take a whack at it. typically, he finds she can grasp the material ridiculously
easy-- she hardly needs his help after he's taught her the proper way to do something, and though at first it made him feel
a little saddened at the fact she no longer needs his help, his pride in her far surpasses the sadness.

Jesse is very honest and sensitive. they are admirable traits to Maisey and she adores him all the more for being just the
way he is. true to himself. an open book. Maisey never feels uncomfortable going to Jesse when she has questions, and
she has never felt embarrassed or ashamed when he corrects her-- he pays close attention and listens to her wants and
needs whenever she chooses to voice them. with Jesse's help, she chooses to do so more often now. he has given her the
confidence to speak her mind, and Jesse has always fully believed that that is one of the most important things one can
do. he has always told her that she should never be afraid of her emotions. if you love, love freely. if you're sad, weep
openly and grieve for yourself. if you're angry, discuss what it is that has angered you and find a solution.

Jesse is Maisey's idol. she loves him more than words can say, and she truly believes they will be the best of friends forever.
Jesse promised, and from all her experience in her short lived life she can happily say that Jesse has never once broken a
promise to her. (469/500)

the darkness has never been frightening for Maisey-May. if anything, the darkness brings on a sense of calm for the Viscling...
which would come in handy now, as she curls herself up and tucks herself away from potential predatory eyes. the last she had
heard of her parents, they had told her to stay put in the sunny glen. they would come back for her. they would be right back.
be right back, in this instance, unfortunately means never. there she had waited - all day, and into the chilly night where she
lay now at the base of a dying tree.

the disappearance of her parents is a mystery. there's no telling what could have possibly happened to them, but her memory of
them both were nothing but positive and beautiful. they had been very doting parents - her mother very soft spoken and kind,
her father a strong and handsome Viscet. she always felt incredibly safe in his embrace. Maisey had hugged herself tightly at
the base of that tree all night, an attempts to ward off fear and nightmares, until the early morning. it would be that very
morning where Jesse finds her shivering form.

he approaches carefully, of course. quietly and hesitantly. he's growing accustomed to how he should be behaving around
Visclings. with a few adopted children of his own already now, he sort of had to learn and learn pretty quick. his mate
wasn't having any of his nonsense with children involved now. at first, he merely sits by her side, nose wriggling out of
joint as he tries to pick up a scent similar to the girl at his paws. he finds nothing... no trace of her parents anywhere
and it's then that he finally crouches down to the girls level and heaves a worrisome sigh. "yo, babe. where are your folks?"

Maisey can only blink up at the merle boy silently, ears folded back against her skull as she shakes her head. she hadn't the
faintest as to where her parents were. Jesse hums in serious thought. Sebastian would never forgive him if he simply left the
poor girl behind. it was his duty now, not only as a father but as a decent individual. he would sooner die than see a poor,
defenseless Viscling out on her own just waiting to be eaten up! reaching out with a paw, Jesse flashes a charming smile,
pulling everything he can out of his humour to try and win the girl over slowly. he couldn't just snatch her up and be gone
with her. he had to win her trust.

an hour or so later, thanks to goofy faces and flip-floppy ears, a wriggly stub tail and "Can You Find All the Hearts?" - a game
he sometimes still plays with himself, trying to find all the heart shaped swirls in his coat - Maisey finally crawls toward Jesse
and tucks herself against his chest as tightly as she possibly can. the young adult waits another half hour for her to fall asleep
heavily before scooping her up and carrying her back home with him. work could wait-- this was far more important. Jesse is
greeted at home by his mate and small pack of children, questions firing every which way and oo's and ahh's surrounding him
as he tucks her toward the back of the den comfortably. Maisey hardly stirs as she's moved about - even more surprisingly, she
hardly stirs when her new siblings surround her and dog-pile on top of her. if anything, she welcomes the safety and security
it brings.

"what happened to her, Jesse?"

the merle boy sighs, chest heaving with the weight of terrible news. he didn't know for sure, of course, but he had a hunch.
after all, he had smelled gunpowder in the air the day before on his way back from the labs. shaking his head Jesse leans
forward into Sebastian's embrace, blues settling on the new darling with a muddle of adoration and concern. eyes flick to
his mate once, only to shoot back and lock on the sleeping form of the brown Viscling. he was oddly... protective of her.
this was the first child he had brought home to Sebastian personally, and as such he felt it was his right to be so protective.
this was his baby girl now. this was his precious pup. "i dunno, babe. i don't think that matters much now."

Sebastian turns to him slowly, uncertain if she had really heard him correctly or not. Jesse shakes his head softly.


"all of our children need special care, Sebastian. but this one, Maisey-May...
there's a fire in her. i can feel it. she's gonna do amazin' things, babe."


wouldn't you believe it, the male is tearing up just at the sight of her. (799/800)

"rise and shine, Maisey-Mayhem!"

Jesse is gentle at first, sniffing her mane and nosing her cheek to try and rouse the girl from sleep calmly. when these
tactics don't work, the male takes to hopping around her and stirring up the dirt and dust around her bed. with a splutter,
the girl finally wakes, squinting against the disturbed dust to glare at the merle Viscet with feigned annoyance. Maisey
could never truly be upset with her father - he made up for any irritating behaviour by... well, just by acting like himself,
honestly. his puppy dog eyes and floppy ears and stubby little tail were enough to make anyone forget all about his
childish ways. a grumble escapes the Viscling as Jesse pats his paws near her head once more, grinning down at her with
mischievous intent etched in his features.

"Papa, the sun hasn't even come up yet..." the girl heaves a heavy sigh, shifting herself to roll away from his eager expression.
he trots around her instead, plopping himself down into a seated position next to her. a moment of silence makes Maisey
think she may have won this round.

... she should have known better when it came to her father.

with a playful chuckle, Jesse drops down to grab hold of Maisey's bandana laying at her paws. he grips it carefully between
his fangs, perking up and darting off to start a game of "Capture the Bandana". from the corner, Maisey can hear the quiet
grumblings of her mother at the commotion. there are some agreeing tuts from Maisey's siblings, and she can only assume
her mother had mumbled about "your father" and "he's at it again". with one final huff, the girl finally picks herself up and
whips around to stare in the direction her father had gone. she can't just raise hell and expect things to go her way-- half
her family was still sleeping. the birds hadn't even started chirping yet! no, no. she had to be quiet and she had to be sneaky.

stepping silently until paw pads touch the damp morning dew of the grass, the girl breaks out into a full sprint toward the
blue and brown blur racing out toward the river. the advantage of being so small was she could easily hide herself among
the bushes and trees that surrounded their home. Jesse was clever, but she was just a tad bit more - this would come to
light each time they played these games. Jesse was quick and large, but Maisey had a few tricks tucked away. her father
is paused by the river side, panting and coughing-- he isn't used to this type of physical exertion anymore. he always says
he's just getting too old, but Maisey know's it's his poor health.

she sneaks into the bushes behind him, Jesse letting his guard down for a moment so he can lean toward the water and lap
at the cool liquid. with thirst quenched, the merle Viscet pauses and flicks his ears with curiosity. he feels her presence,
but can't see her. this is where things got interesting. the male pretends not to know that Maisey is around-- it makes her
feel better about her capture, and it makes him beam with pride all the more just to see her so happy. he side-steps, lifting
his head finally to glance over his shoulder... only to see a small body of brown flinging itself at his face. Jesse chirps in shock,
dropping the bandana and reeling backwards as Maisey clings to his neck and chest.

nothing quite like a morning swim. (600/600)

"Papa?"

"yeah, babe?"

Maisey trots over toward the chalkboard, stepping around her father and smiling up at him cheerfully as she does so. Jesse
quirks a brow, curious as to what her comments, questions, or concerns may be. a smile cracks his features regardless, and
he reaches across his stool to pat the empty one opposite him. chocolate browns gaze at the stool with determination, and
the girl hops up onto the empty one Jesse had motioned toward. over-large paws scrabble on the material, little claws digging
in and back paws searching for a perch so she may hoist herself up to her father's level. a huff - a puff of air up to flutter
the bangs away from her face, and the girl finally seats herself carefully on the seat and flashes a wide, toothy grin.

"Papa, do you have any more chemistry jokes to tell me?"

the male tilts his head to think, a smirk curling up one corner of his maw. he waves a paw nonchalantly, ears flicking as he
holds in his own laughter. "i have lots'a chemistry jokes, Maisey." he leans against the stool lazily with a chuckle. "i'm just
afraid they won't get a reaction." (200/200)

[Creative]

oh gosh mark howling stop making such wonderful designs ;u;

[~Trompy]

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Name: Crisco
Gender: Female

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My Senpai, Saturn.

Oh dear, you want to know about Saturn? Where do I even start… I suppose I can start by saying that he is extremely protective of me. I am small, after all! If I get in any trouble, I don’t need to be afraid since I know he will come around to save me.

Saturn can be pretty weird, too. Most days, he starts by grooming himself, making sure he doesn’t have a single feather out of place. I’ve noticed that his favorite job is styling hair; he does the Queen’s hair every day, and he LOVES my curls! I help him clean around the castle and his house… that’s one of his jobs. Or at least, I think it’s his job: the Queen tells him to stop all the time, but Saturn insists that “The maids just don’t do a good enough job” so he does it himself. Did I mention he is a neat freak? It’s really fun messing with him… sometimes I will make a picture crooked or move an ornament an inch to the left or right, and watch him freak out when he finds it. I know, it’s a little mean, but he really needs to lighten up!

When he isn’t cleaning or doing viscet’s hair, he does knightly things. He goes around the city, looking out for bad guys and teaching me all the rules; Saturn says he has read the grand book of laws ten times, more than any other knight!! Did you know there’s a silly law that you can’t be married in the presence of a dragon?! Saturn told me that long ago, dragons would be invited to weddings, but so many dragons couldn’t help but stealing the shiny rings that they had to make it a law in order to keep dragons from stealing their precious gems! Weird, right?

Of all the knights I’ve met, Saturn is the nicest. He smiles, and tells me when I’m doing good, not just how I’m messing up. Although, I do mess up a lot. He’s still real strict, though, but he treats me to ice cream when I’ve done a good job. One day, there was a lost little viscling, and he was too afraid of the big knights to come out of hiding, so I stepped in and helped reunite him with his mother, and Saturn let me have TWO scoops that day!!

Oh! And I almost forgot; Saturn wants to be a well-known fashion designer someday!! He loves being a knight, but some of the outfits he makes and wears to the big events in the castle are amazing! He sure knows how to work with his paws. He made me my scarf, which is made of fine silk, which he told me is really a terrible material to work with, so I’d better take care of it! I love it! He made one for himself so we could match!

I love Saturn. He’s like the father I never had.

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How It All Started

When Crisco first lay eyes on the shiny armor suit on a knight, she was still a very young pup.

She was pawing at some minnows in a shallow portion of a creek. It was a busy creek, and a lot of viscets were there to cool off in the warm sun and enjoy the day. Crisco looked up to see her adoptive mother was chatting with some other ‘cets, and when she looked back down at her fishy friends, she saw they had moved farther into the middle of the stream. Without thinking, she bound into the middle of the swarm, but her tiny little paws didn’t touch the bottom. Instead, her head submerged. Frantically she pawed and clawed, trying to find her way back to the surface, but to no avail. Only once did her tiny black nose break the surface, but before she could take a breath, she was pulled under by the strong current. Just as she felt she was going to lose consciousness, a knight dove in to save her! Even with his heavy armor on, he grabbed Crisco by the scruff and pulled her soaking wet body out of the creek. Everyone cheered, and Crisco’s mom ran over, thanking the knight. When she looked up, she saw the shiny silver armor, his proud posture and most of all, she saw his sword. It looked so powerful. Looking around she saw that the other viscets were still looking at her, and she felt her pelt get warm with embarrassment. “Thank you, mister.” Crisco croaked. He smiled down at her, and patted her wet mane. As he walked off with a smile, her mother pulled her in for a hug, and she felt her eyes burn with tears. She didn’t want to be small and powerless. She wanted to be strong! She wanted to be the one who saved others; not the one who needed saving! She decided right then and there that someday, she would be a knight.

It wasn’t until her first birthday that she realized all of her friends were getting bigger, but she wasn’t. They were all large and leaving their homes to explore the world, but Crisco was the same size as she was at six months. Her mother assured her that she was just a late bloomer, but Crisco knew better. She had asked the shaman in town, and he knew exactly what was wrong with her. She would never grow up. She spent most of her days crying in the shallows of that same creek, debating if she should let the waters take her for good. One day, she saw a shadow over her shoulder, but didn’t bother to look behind her. A low voice called to her. “Are you okay, little one?”

Crisco choked back a sob. “No, I’m not okay! I’m cursed… I’ll never be big like the other viscets, and all I ever wanted was to be a knight!!” Tears streamed down through her fur as she heard the adult male viscet sit down beside her. He was quiet for a minute, then replied. “Who said you need to be big to be a knight?”

It was then that Crisco looked up at the stranger for the first time. She gasped. It was a knight! Clad in silver armor just the same as that fateful day. Her eyes were drawn to his sword. It was platinum in color and had a gold handle. She looked into his blue eyes, and sniffed away her tears. “But, all the knights are big. You can’t protect anyone when you’re small.” The knight smiled, and one of his big white paws came up and ruffled her hair curls. “Sure you can. You might not be able to go into battle like the other knights, but there are plenty of things knights do around the city that I’m positive you’d be able to do, too.” He paused, and chuckled. “Actually, I know quite a few jobs that most knights have a hard time doing because they’re too big.” Crisco smiled, her heart swelling with hope. “So I can be a knight?!” The knight nodded. “How about I train you?”

Crisco couldn’t even nod, for her mouth just dropped open and her eyes went wide. The knight laughed at her expression. “My name is Saturn. I know the queen really well, so you give me a few days, and I’m sure she will let you train under me.” Crisco waved her fox tail back and forth, and smiled. Jumping up, she squeaked. “Thank you, thank you so much!!! I’m going to be a knight!!!!”

Saturn chuckled. “So what’s your name, apprentice?”

Crisco puffed out her chest and held up her head.

“Crisco. My name is Crisco.”

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What About Now?

I woke up to the sun shining in my eyes. Just the same as every morning for the past two years. I jumped out of bed and tied on my scarf. I brushed out my coat and mane, making sure I was ready for a hard day of knightly training. Before leaving the house, I said goodbye to my adoptive mother and took my new wooden sword in my mouth. Saturn said I had graduated knight training part one, and I deserved a sword of my own! He gave it to me after ice cream yesterday, and I held my head proudly. It might not be a shiny metal sword, but I was happy nonetheless.

I trotted down the street, down my usual path to the castle. Sometimes Saturn would wait for me at my house, but I was too excited today to even look. Viscets looked at me and smiled, some calling out to me. My section of town knew me well; nobody believed I was actually training to be a knight until Saturn told them himself. Now everyone was proud of me! I saw the gates, and picked up the pace. I hadn’t even noticed Saturn take stride beside me. “Hey, Crisco!” I jumped, and almost dropped my precious sword. “Oh!! Hey Saturn! What are we gunna do today!?”

Saturn smiled. “First, the Queen wants to see you.”

I gasped, and put down my sword for a moment. “What? Me?!” Saturn nodded, and started up the stairs to the castle. “Come on, we can’t be late.” I picked up my sword once more, and wagging my little fox tail, I bound up the stairs, taking my place beside Saturn. My nerves were getting the best of me as we entered the main room of the Castle, and had to force myself not to hide behind Saturn. The Queen sat in her chair, the King gracing us with his presence, as well. My eyes lit up, for I had never actually “met” the king before. When Saturn stopped a few feet from the royal pair, I bowed just like Saturn had showed me countless times before, and dropped my sword. The Queen and King smiled, and when I came back up from my bow, they both locked their eyes on me. The King spoke.

“Dear Crisco. When we allowed Saturn to take you on as his apprentice, we weren’t sure how well you would do. Needless to say, you have far exceeded our expectations.” Saturn looked down at me with a wide grin. Now the Queen spoke. “Not many with your condition have tried to become a knight, but only you have made it this far.” I looked over and saw Saturn’s smile, and I fluffed my chest proudly at the Queen’s words. “We would like to officially name you Lady Crisco, a Knight of the Royal Guard.”

I gasped as I looked at Saturn for conformation, to which he stifled a laugh. The King spoke again, so I turned my shocked expression to him. “You still have a lot of training to do, and I have full faith in Saturn to teach you. Welcome to the castle, Crisco. The first PPS knight we’ve ever seen.”

I bowed again, and squeaked in excitement. “Thank you, your Majesties!!” They nodded, and Saturn nudged me to grab my sword and head for the door. As I did, the King spoke once more. “And by the way, I like your sword.”

I glanced back with sparkling eyes, and held my head (and sword) high. My dreams were finally coming true!!

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[finifugal ✨]

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