[Mint Chip]

winner

user; Forum/memberlist.php?mode=viewprofile&u=814957
name; Saphe
gender; female
(form)
owned as of; 04.12.18

Runner Up

user; Forum/memberlist.php?mode=viewprofile&u=735322
(form)
RU made; here

So this was meant to be posted at the beginning of this month but I've had a lot going on to keep me preoccupied as of late so that didn't happen. This viscet was supposed to be in theme with CNY and the "think pink" themes from last month but again it just didn't happen quite as planned. But regardless I wanted to still release this cutie! And what day would be more befitting of an Akita Inu inspired design than National Puppy Day! <3

[Form]

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username;
name;
gender;
puppy gif; (only 1)
story; (min of 400 words / max of 1000)
(optional) extras; x5

Rules

• puppy gif and story are required. extra must be a minimum of 400 words and a max of 1000.
  
  • story can be anything about the viscet. it can be about making a friend, or about its childhood, etc, just tell me a story about them.
• there are also 5 optional extras; which aren't required but are encouraged!
• extra optional extra is worth 400 words or 1 piece of art.
  
  • art can be small animations or 4 panel comics per extra.
• Prettying up is allowed.

End Date: April 4th, 2018 @ 8pm CST

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minor mane (uncommon)

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[Unleashed Squiid]

username; Unleashed Squid
name; Saphe gender; Female puppy gif;

No More than Memories

The world was cold. The soft glow of a candle flickered gently against the whisps of icy wind which blew chills up Saphe’s slender back. Starlight radiated down through the trees of an abandoned forest, illuminating the single figure resting, her knees against freshly unearthed soil.

The viscet sat along a moonlit path, fireflies dancing and twirling around her, and the hum of crickets guiding her ears around, as she was attentive. The hair covered most of her vision, and in return, her hearing had grown sharp. Whatever had caused it was a mystery, but the sharp ping of metal upon glass alerted the girl, and she grabbed her candle and stumbled backwards several paces, as fast as she could move. 

The crunch of many odd sounds began piercing the quiet atmosphere around her, and her ears began to burn from the racket. Determination was certainly a steady quality of Saphe’s being though, and she knew deep down she would never leave until she found even a trace of what was left behind. It didn't matter to her whether it would take her to the end of time to find this; even a glimpse of the past would leave her breathing once again in this constrictive world. 

Moments began to stretch into minutes, but Saphe refused to tear her eyes away from the dirt. By this point, her ears were ringing and churning with violence, but still she stood. Saphe didn't know exactly what to look for, but she did know that it was here somewhere. She knew that this was the key. 

And then from the turrets of the world of sound, came silence. The young girl tilted her head back, and for a single moment, all was calm. The forest paused its nightly movements. The crickets trailed off, the fireflies' glow was cut short. Even the wind in the trees, and the gentle grace of gravity seemed to draw away. It was as if the whole forest had frozen in unison, waiting for the viscet to make her move, and resurrect the world.

Saphe hesitated for only a moment, but then quickly blew out the singular light which remained. As soon as the smoke flurried into the cold air, it happened.

There was a blinding flash of light which stole her vision for a few moments, and Saphe was thrown many feet backwards onto the ground. Her entire body was shaking. She could not make out any smaller details, as little stars flooded her vision, but Saphe remained awestruck, glued to the ground. In that tiny moment, the only trace of life would be her shallow breaths and beating heart. But even that had faltered.

Tears welled up in Saphe's eyes. A flood of nostalgia hit her as she finally realized what her eyes were seeing. All of those memories that she carried from her infancy, the memories of a different world which had caused the psychologists and doctors to deem her insane, and all of the times that even herself to begin to believe their lies, all of this had shifted into reality. Saphe was walking inside of that world. The place where she was born, yet a place that was no more than memories.

She was inside of a figment of the past, and though she knew, she knew, she knew that it would soon fade away, Saphe wished with all of her might to stay here. It was silent but it gave her a feeling of belonging even if life no longer stirred on the surface of this broken world. Saphe could hear the very beat of her heart; she could even head the pulse of blood throughout her veins, but she loved it. 

She saw the swing set that she had once been pushed on as a baby, now crumbled and faded, the metal slashed in half and suffering the acidic burns of war. She walked and saw the burned buildings and cities, so clearly torn by darkness. As Saphe walked, she saw the sunset of sapphire and violet which had always crept into her mind as she faded away to sleep at night. The swirling false reality of her dreams was beautiful, and she felt a deep serenity knowing that her eyes had been blessed to see it just one more time. Even if it no longer existed, it would always remain her favorite place in the universe. 

​After the firestorm of a bloody yesterday, Saphe had been stolen far away into a life of safety but loneliness. She had fallen into a different world; a world without her family or anybody who would know or care for her at all. Sometimes it felt like nobody would ever care, but that didn't matter now. 

Perhaps a piece of her would always rest in this sanctioned world, but for now it was her time to continue the life she was gifted back in the world which had taken her in when this one had fallen into nothing but glowing embers.

One last time, Saphe turned and glimpsed at the harsh tears of her broken home. One last time she would revel in the unknown, forever and always sure of the memories she carried. The memories that only she would ever know. The echoing silence of a yesterday she would always claim as her own, no longer ashamed. Never again would she bask in insanity. 

For a moment it was as if gravity had shifted upwards, pulling all of the pain and the burden from her shoulders. But then as the darkness closed in around her, Saphe stared up at the melancholy plum sky and closed her eyes as Earth was once again planted at her feet.
[952 words]

Personality and History:


Pre-Story Information:
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Saphe is a gentle young girl living in an orphanage in Britain. The current year is 1919, and she is only twelve years of age. 
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There was always a piece of Saphe that wondered why she was different. Memories haunted her dreams and rest, and she always fell back into her mind where images of a different world filled her gaze. She saw brilliant violet sunsets and unknown plants and animals which tantalized her. Pieces and memories kept drifting into her conscience until finally she remembered a location. 
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This lead her into a forest, and Saphe searched blindly for anything at all that would lead her into something that would tell her who she was. She loved the place inside of her dreams and desperately wanted to know where and what it was. 
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Personality:
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Saphe can be described as determined and stubborn though she is a genuinely kind and polite young girl. She is an INFJ. 
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Saphe hates being put on the spot, or having any major attention being placed on her at all. She tends to shy away from the crowd and stick the corner of the room working hard but out of sight. Unless a major chord is struck, which disvalues or insults one of her major beliefs, she will passively maintain her quiet beliefs.

Contrary to this shyness lies a major determination. Saphe will never back down for her beliefs, no matter what, and is driven by strong opinions. Should anyone mess with these solidified morals, a grudge would be held and maintained for the rest of their days, though Saphe, even if she finds anger within her soul, would not stray away from her code of guidance. To Saphe, trust is a piece of paper. Once it is wrinkled, it will never be quite the same again, no matter how hard one tries.

[316 words]

 

[Saberblush]

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Username: LEEaboo
Name: Hana-Hime (Blossom Princess)
Gender: Female

Puppy gif:

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Story: (min of 400 words / max of 1000)

-Ideas-
~Sakura's fraternal twin sister
~Separated at birth, Hana was stolen by rouge samurai and corrupted by evil
~Later the sisters meet and fight

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extras: x5

Ahhh I love akitas!!!

[~Teya~]

Wow, such a pretty hair edit and markings ;o;

[G1 Sunstreaker]

TODAY WAS NATIONAL PUPPY DAY AND I DIDN'T EVEN REALIZE WHAT A FOOL I AM

[kitsukami]

username; Charkai
name; Cherra
gender; Female
puppy gif;
story; (min of 400 words / max of 1000)
(optional) extras; x5

mark this viscet looks so beautiful :o

[mellow yellow.]

omg pink pretty puppy flowers mark

[hunny.milk.tea]

"Collect moments and not things, come travel time with me"

username; Doctor Whooves Lover
name; Westy
gender; female 
puppy gif;


story; The soft and gentle swish of the ocean's tide sounded in the afternoon summer air, its systematic clockwork of lethargy to climb up the bay a constant sight for the native creatures there. The hum of a colony of bees, busy at work before the day takes its close, were stationed at the crest of a small hill. This particular colony had to move its hive three times after the tragedy of last spring's storm so they flew with no hesitation for there wasn't room for error. The patches of flowers dotted along the hill were all splotches and shades of pink, red, white, and sometimes an occasional purple. The flowers swayed gingerly in the hot summer breeze, the mist of the ocean's waves sprinkled over the timid grass that surrounded the hill’s surface. The summer had been charitable to the grass as it was lush, its plump vivid green shards shielding any creatures under a foot or so in its shadows. But something disrupted the normal quiet of the afternoon, a small clink click clink click sounded from below the hillside. The noise was coming from a slick black, leather, western style saddle, in which sat upon a beautiful amber bay mare. The mare pawed the lushish grass with her hoof, leaning her neck down to graze the candied grass. Upon her saddle sat a dusty brown, muscled male Viscet, his hat tipped down low over his eyes as he slid himself from the saddle. A small thump came from him when his rear legs hit the ground, the grass around his pads tickled at him. He lifted his hat up revealing sharp green eyes with freckles sprinkled along his maw. He scanned the area and took in a breath of the summer air, letting it out with a happy sigh.
“Reckon today is a good day fir collectin’ some flowers fir the barn. Whada say Cherry?” The male remarked in a thick western accent he picked up from nobody but himself. The mare gave an indignant snort to the question, swishing her tail to swat at a brazen bee who had gotten too close and went back to grazing. A rumble came from the back of the male's throat to signify he was chuckling and he patted the mares neck lightly. - wip

(optional) extras; x5

Oof you g-got me, ideas:
- Westy is somewhat of a time traveler, every night when she closes her eyes to sleep she finds herself slipped through a place in time, and just for a night she gets to live in that time
- she tries to use this for good, helping out anyone she can while also not trying to alter the past
-Westy loves any kind of pink flower and through her travels she collects them and puts them in travel book
- Her time line can be stretched however she wants but she cannot choose the time ahe goes to, it just happens
- if she touches something and keeps it in her hold before going to sleep it will go back in time with her, she learned this when she had slept with her blanket
- she longs to find someone to travel with her, but folks are weary and don't believe her
- Westy is a kind sweetheart with a daredevil soul

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

nvm. cannot seem to connect the cet to the idea. beautiful cet though. ^.^

[DragonCave]

username; DragonCave
name;
gender;
puppy gif; (only 1)
story; (min of 400 words / max of 1000)
(optional) extras; x5

Very tentative res