[Shadow Striker]

Aghh, this will probably be my final design for the month, I was hoping to make all 5 GA adopts, but it was a busier month than expected. I had a lot of fun being a GA this month, thank you all for your support and feedback! I took my favorite aspects of one of my entries and modified it until I came up with this. I spent a lot of time just adjusting the colors and playing with designs, but this is my first ever attempt at hair and it took me forever, so I hope you like it!

For this competition, you have 1,000 words to tell me who they are. I want to see the character come to life. You can also have 1 art, but it is optional. (Hex codes available upon request) This will end on 11-7 at rollover, though if multiple people request an extension, one will be given.

Username: James.
Name: Severin
Gender: Male
Owned as of: 11/12/17

Mutations:
Minor Mane Mutation - Uncommon

[magpiemochi.]

UN: james. | N: Severin | GFBP: male
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"Once you see his face, mate, that's it. There's no turning back after that." The Irish lilt of the other was like a smooth melody to Severin's tired ears. Perhaps that was one of his many tactics to reel in fresh meat for the big Bossman; sweet talk 'em enough that they don't even think about what was said. Unfortunately for Severin, and if it was a tactic in the first place, it worked.

"Yeh, I hear ya. Don't think I'd come this far just to turn back now, do you?" The retort sounded confident enough, but in reality, his confidence was quickly dwindling, especially when the other didn't hesitate to turn on his paw and open the heavy door behind him.

"Good luck, mate." With a cheeky grin, he motioned Severin toward the entrance of the room with his paw. "And once it's all over, you can't tell me I didn't warn ya."

Swallowing hard, Severin walked through the doorway, not even comprehending the door closing swiftly behind him. He was far too focused on the dark viscet sitting at the desk in front of him. He wanted to look around and take in the features of the massive room, but there was some invisible force that was keeping his head in the direction of the other male. Curiosity? Maybe. Fear? Definitely.

'Do not speak until spoken to...' He could hear the other viscet's faded words playing in his head, and honestly, he was grateful for it. If it weren't for his thorough instruction, Severin would more than likely be dead already. Despite the instruction and knowing what could come from disobeying, Severin was becoming increasingly anxious and impatient. The male knew he was there; why wasn't he looking up? Why didn't he even acknowledge him? Every small scratching noise from the pen he was writing with caused Severin's eye to twitch with an ever-growing frustration. He wondered if the other knew, and that's why he was taking his sweet time. Whatever it was, Severin was unimpressed.

After another ten minutes went by, Severin desperately wished he could take the past week back. The viscet behind the desk finally spoke. He spoke five measly words, and that was enough to cause his pelt to crawl and his stomach to turn. "Thank you for your patience." Is all the viscet said before standing up from the desk in order to offer his paw in greeting. Five measly words, and he wanted to run straight out of that office and go back to his terrible life being chased by loan sharks and mobsters. This viscet — the one who stood square in front of him with one eye black as pitch and the other milky blue from apparent blindness — he was far worse than anything he could have ever imagined. This was the devil, he was sure of it.

Severin didn't say anything in return, only grasped the other's paw with his own before settling into one of the chairs in front of the desk. He thought his heart was very near pounding straight out of his chest, and honestly at that moment, he wouldn't have minded too much. Anything would be better than sitting in a cold room with the devil of London himself.

"I assume Sebastian already went over the actual contract with you?" His voice was as cool as the room they were sitting in. He remembered Sebastian commenting about him being Irish as well, but the accent was something he had never heard before. It was almost like a mixture of several different accents all shoved into one viscet. He didn't actually care about the accent, he just knew he didn't like it.

"Yes. He went over everything with me." The reply was a bit more curt than he had actually intended, and the reply to follow didn't make it any better. "I mean no disrespect, but I would very much like to get this over with before I change my mind about the whole thing."

The laugh that erupted from the other viscet had Severin shifting uncomfortably and he wished more than anything that he could go back in time just a few seconds. He only needed a few seconds to stop himself from saying anything at all, but unfortunately for him, that just wasn't possible.

"My dear boy," the darker viscet spoke with his hodgepodge accent, "I thought you said that Sebastian spoke to you about everything? Surely he told you that once you meet with me, there is no turning back. No matter how much you want to. This is the end of the line." In one fluid motion, he produced a piece of paper and a pen from his desk. "You either sign, or you never see the light of day again."

That damned grin. There was just something off about that grin on his face and Severin wanted nothing more than to look away, but he just couldn't. As unsettling as it was, he was also fascinated. He wasn't fascinated by the grin itself, but he was fascinated by the effect it had. How could something so simple be so sinister. How did he do it? His thoughts were interrupted by the other male clearing his throat and motioning toward the single sheet of paper and pen that was now placed in front of him.

There was no hesitation as he picked up the pen with a steady paw and signed his name, not even bothering to look over the words on the paper. Nothing would change; what was the point in reading?

Every single thing that happened after he signed his name on that God-forsaken paper was a massive blur to him. All he knew from then on, is that he was an assassin. He was a hired gun for the most important man in the world. He had his life and his freedom back for the most part. He no longer had reason to fear the shadows.

But at what cost?
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CREDITS:
Moriarty belongs to me
Sebastian belongs to milo.
1k/1k words

[fromage]

Username: Mareep
Name: Gérard Lacroix
Gender: Male
Gender for Breeding: Male
Who are they? (1000 words max)

"Amé, I would never thought you would dabble in magic."

"Gérard.. I, it wasn't me. Someone must have.."

The ghostly viscet watched as his wife turned and grappled away. The wife that assassinated him, it wasn't her fault, it was his own. He was too open, too excited to welcome his wife back to their home after she had been kidnapped for a long time. She'd appear to be willing to try to adjust to her new life after being experimented on, but that turned out to be an act ordered by the enemy. The enemy that kidnapped her.

Gérard would order to go full out war against them, if he survived. He looked down at his tombstone, proclaimed his full name, along with 'beloved husband, and agent' underneath. A delicate red rose rested on the ground in front of it. That was Amelie's doing, but who summoned him back as a ghost? He'd have to find out, somehow, and what happened to both of the organizations after his death.

wip? tweaking??

Art Piece: (optional)

>o>

[izxy]

Username:
Name:
Gender:
Gender for Breeding:
Who are they? (1000 words max)
Art Piece: (optional)

WIP OMG

[Peyto1217]

Username: Peyto1217
Name: Carlo
Gender: Male
Gender for Breeding: Male
Who are they? (1000 words max)

Dang it! I cursed looking at the poster. News spreads quickly though, so I shouldn't have been surprised. One week ago I was your average, everyday viscet. Now it seems like the whole world is after me. I tore the poster off the wall looking at the giant picture of me on it and reading it one more time:

Wanted: Carlo Hunt

-For classified reasons-

Reward!

I crumpled it up and threw it into a near by trash can.

Art Piece: (optional)

Wip!// res with a framed most wanted viscet

[Shadow Striker]

Congratulations James! Severin is now yours! I will update the information and add you later today

[magpiemochi.]

Congratulations James! Severin is now yours! I will update the information and add you later today

Ahh!! Thank you so much! <3 This was a fun comp c:

[magpiemochi.]

this Handsome Lad now belongs to https://www.deviantart.com/aventail97 !!

[Mint Chip]

Official claim for Aventail on deviantart.

owner; Aventail97
name; Ace
gender; male
owned as of; 10.21.19