Username; mareep ||
Name; Quaxo
Gender; Male ||
Gender For Breeding Purposes; Male
A song that describes them;
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1 Art OR 100 to 1000 words describing their favorite thing about Autumn;Actually, no. Quaxo
hates autumn, it was the worst season to be alive in. If he really had to pick a favorite thing, it would probably be seeing the only two viscet that loved him for him.
It all started back when he was small, he lived in a foster home with many other like him, abandoned for not 'living up to the expectation'. Apparently his horns, or classified as 'monster horns' wasn't what his parents were expecting when they picked up a random egg in the hospital, in the room that held eggs abandoned by parents who weren't ready for visclings. So he had been abandoned twice, but this home, provided him with love. He had many friends in there who he could relate to, some were lucky enough to get adopted out. Some were unlucky to get shifted into another foster homes, but he stayed in the same foster home for a very long time. There were some who had permanent homes, they'd drop by to play then leave. He strongly recalled one of them being Lenore, she had made her mark in his heart.
One night during fall season when he was sleeping in after a very fun, but exhausting day at the park, he began to smell something awful. When he woke up, all he could see was orange and yellow. He could hear screams as others began to wake up, he watched as his friends bolted out of the door, some struck frozen by fear, some mindlessly leaving through the windows. He was the one struck by fear and disbelief. He desperately wanted to believe that it was an accident, but seeing how much the fire consumed, it was starting to seem like intentional. It covered the ceilings, burned through the mattresses, stung at him.
"Oh no, oh no, Quaxo! Qx, Qx!"
Quaxo forced himself to blink and move to get off the bed at the voice. The sound of clicking had him lunging at the door, before he could open it, a beam from above crashed down, and blocked the door. He flinched back, nursing his injured paw as he looked at the door with panic. The fire was already eating up the beam, covering the sight of door.
"Lenore! I-I can't get out, there's a beam! A-and so.. so much fire-"
"Uh! S-stay put, I'm going to-!" His friend stopped talking, and he heard the noises of her walking away.
The horned viscet stepped back from the door, staring at it hopefully. Lenore was always the smart one, the one who had a sense of adventure- she had to have a way out of here.
A loud crashing noise had him screaming, but upon seeing where it came from, it was Lenore. Injured.
"Lenore! Are you stupid?!"
"Getting you out of here!"
Quaxo stared at his green friend as others who stayed in the room scampered out through the hole in wall that Lenore broke through. Sense of adventure, indeed. He let her grab his arms and drag him out of here, he could barely catch up to her frantic speed. He tried to tell her to slow down at the stairs, but she didn't ease up, and it costed them. He remembers blacking out for a second, when he regained his consciousness- he could see Lenore grabbing at his face, crying.
"Oh, thank lucky stars, you're still alive! Come on!"
He felt his body ache, and when he was able to understand his surrounding when his friend resumed to drag him, it appeared that they had fallen down the stairs- or him, who knows. The dragging stopped, and he heard Lenore hiss after a crashing noise. He struggled to look up from his position on the floor, and.. the stairs they fell down had collapsed and blocked another way down. The flames ate at it, creating a larger fire than there need to be. Lenore began to shift to look at everything in all directions before grabbing a burned off stair railing and attacked the floor.
After decent amount of hits, the floor gave away and they landed hard in the fire. His friend still didn't give up, continuing to drag him, he couldn't walk. His leg hurt so bad, and he had aches all over his body. Eventually they made it outside where the most of commotion was. Lenore began to hug him, crying and laughing.
"Thank lucky stars, I thought I would've lost you. I can't lose you."
When he looked up at the home, an once beautiful four story remodeled hotel, now ablaze so high that it appeared to reach the stars. There don't seem to be many viscets that made it out alive.. or at least, it didn't seem like Mama made it out.
Present day, he remained in the same home. The first half floor was salvaged, only needing few repairs. Entire thing? Demolished and cleaned off, there was too much damage to save it. He had what left of it turned into a small home for himself, a lot of viscets had said it wasn't healthy to hold onto the past but it wasn't just the past, it was
home.
Often during fall, any mushrooms or season-only foliage, he'll leave it be. Lenore always drops by since this place is chock full of them to collect what she needed, and stay for a tea. He still greatly enjoyed her presence to this day, and even welcomed a mute viscet with a tailmouth into his life. As Lenore said, Harlow had saved her life too. He recalled that Lenore never had the best home, her parents never thought big of her, and always put her down. Harlow had swept in and showed her a new life to live, through magic.
Despite the fall leaves looking like fire, and season itself reminded him of his horrible past. Lenore and Harlow dropping by during the fall was the important thing to love about autumn.
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Up to 3 extras; (Either 1 art or 500 words per extra)first extra;"Quaxo, Qx?"
The horned viscet blinked, yawning, and grabbed his cane as he stood up. He approached the door, limping down the hallway to reach a big room that used to be a lobby.
"Lenore, Harlow. It's almost end of the season, why are you two still here?"
"Silly! Harlow wants to give you something!! So do I, I agreed to it!"
Harlow stepped forward, pulling out a thin book from her satchel, and presenting it to Quaxo, nodding firmly.
"A spell book? I thought you two didn't want me to learn magic."
"We were afraid that you'd use it to find whoever burned your home down, b-but we're sure now that you won't! Right?"
"I mean, yeah, I could. Sadly I'm too tired for that now, and bored."
"Magic's fun! It'll keep you up at night, I promise. There's some spells to help you with nightmares and other easy spells. It's not a lot, but something to get you started. We'll come back next year to teach you more!!"
Quaxo smiled at his green friend's eagerness, taking the book from Harlow and flipped through it. From corner of his eyes, he could see them leaving the room to locate the kitchen to make tea. He allowed himself to sit down on a cushy old couch, reading a spell that looked extremely easy. With a good understanding of it in his mind, he stared at a grey candle, concentrating on the memories of fire.
Soon as the candle lit up with small orange flame, he could hear excited noises that belonged to Lenore.
"See!! Fun!!" She bounces over to sit next to him, Harlow following after.
"Now that I think about it, is this also to help me get over my past?"
Wicker hummed to drag the attention to him, and began speaking when Harlow moved her paws in a rapid succession.
"Yes. You refuse to have anything heat related in this home, and it's preventing you from eating properly-"
"I can live on nuts and berries just fine-"
"You need to eat fishes and birds too. You're always tired because you don't eat enough."
Quaxo sighed, staring at the floor as he thought about it, but Lenore seemed to read his thoughts.
"Best of all!! If your home sets on fire again, you can use your magic to take it all away and into a ball! Then you can use that fire ball to make dinner!!!"
"Wait, you can do that?"
"Yeah! It's not easy though, it takes practice. It took me a while to control leaves, but yeah!! Practice with candles and make a fire outside and all!!"
Quaxo brightened up, laughing, and Lenore laughs as well.
Harlow just shrugs. cracking a smile, and he wraps both of them in a hug. He owed them his life, they knew him the best, and he still haven't found a way to pay them back. He will someday, most likely with magic if he practiced enough.
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second extra;
Credits:
Dividers and sketch by me(winner may keep the sketch! <3)
Viscets mentioned are mine:
Lenore SallerHarlow Dread and Wicker
