[Howlingdragonwolf]

Name: Tiff
Gender: Female
Extra: Res, will get back to this when I have more time

[funderful;;]

Name: Marlon, means "little hawk" in Old French; sometimes known as "Marley"
Gender: Male He/Him pronouns; Bisexual
Brief Bio: Lil' Marlon was a huge fan of lions, tigers, bears, wolves, and birds of prey ever since he was a viscetling. Being the runt among all the viscets in his pack, life was tough, but he saw these great beasts as his role models. As he grew up, Marley left the pack for one reason: he wanted to prove that these beloved animals aren't the monsters that others claim them to be. He believed that they do what they do to survive- it is their instinct. Marley's dream is to create a sanctuary for them, and to make sure that these wonderful animals stay for a long time.

[mokastar712]

Name: Duncan
Scottish/English; meaning "brown warrior"
Gender: Male
Extra:

A lonely campfire flickered in the middle of the forest. A denim blue tent sat beside it, along with an orange-brown viscet. He was carving something out of wood when the leaves rustled loudly. He looked up, gripping his knife tightly. "Who's there?" He called, slowly rising to his feet. The bushes moved again, and a small creature tumbled into the clearing. The viscet rushed over, gently picking the kyuuling up and setting her down in the tent. "Who are you?" He whispered. He received no reply, only an unintelligible whimper. "Where did you come from?"

—••÷[]÷••—

"Wake up!" Small paws poked the brown viscet awake, followed a high-pitched cry. "Hey!"
"Mother, no," The viscet mumbled, flipping over. He narrowly missed the kyuuta, who had stepped out of the way to avoid being squished. "What'd you do that for?" she exclaimed. The older creature awoke with a jolt. "Huh? Wha?" He questioned, looking around. He calmed down when he saw the animal he brought into the tent with him. "You woke up," He commented. The kyuuta pouted. "Duh," she said and turned around. She stiffly hopped out of the tent, humming the tune of a viscling nursery rhyme. "How'd you know that song?" The viscet asked, which made the juvenile turn back. "What'd you mean?" she responded. "That song. How do you know it?" He repeated. "My mum taught it to me," She replied, a bit scared. The viscet stood up, going over to pick up the thing he was making the other night. It was an instrument, with tone holes on its front. He began playing the song and stopped after the third bar. "You know the lyrics?" He asked with a smile. The kyuuta nodded and began singing. He continued to play the tune, their music carrying through the trees. After breakfast, the kyuuling wanted to go home. "I know the way," she reassured the adult. "Though before I go, I never caught your name. What is it?" She asked. "Duncan," the viscet replied, "My name's Duncan." and sent the child on her way.

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[9-9-999]

If I win I would like to gift this darling to Riverwolf10 ^w^ it's a massive Dreamie for her and I would love to repay her for the years of friendship she has given me
(Name would be Legend. The only reason that it is not Legend below is to avoid conflicting forms ^^;)

Name: Teymga (Tey•em•ga)
Translation: in his tribe, it means Burning Tiger
Gender: male


The quiet was deafening as the grass that laced the forest floor swayed elegantly like a running horses mane. Within the green plants, a blazing creature stalked in silence, it's eyes burning candle flames as it surveyed the area around it. Trees loomed over it, shading the distances and strengthening the black curtain of night. A twig snapped and the blazing beast whipped its head toward it. A rabbit froze, immobilized by fear of eyes it could not see, but could feel. It sat, frozen in fear, as the blazing creature angled itself, stretching it's shorter forepaws to lengthen its strides and shorten the distance between it and its prey. The world was frozen in suspense as the predator prepared to finish the prey. Then, as if it had lost interest, the striped creature rose from the grass, startling the rabbit, and walked away in silence.
The Viscet padded back to the clearing and shook the dead grass from his mane. He stretched his forepaws and and looked around at the empty clearing. Though he was alone, the last of his tribe, Teymga often envisioned them to be near. He would play with an invisible viscling, and chat with invisible friends.
Teymga gazed up at the sky quietly before smiling. "I've always wanted to know the constellations." He paused, his left ear flicking up as he listened to a voice that was not there. "I think your right, I guess I can make up my own..." He squinted at the starlight and pondered for a moment before his eyelids widened and he grinned happily. "There! Right there, the red one! I'll call that Liskeou the wild!" He paused. "I suppose your right. You need more than one star for a constell-"
"Who are you talking to?"
He whipped around and snarled at the intruder. In return, Birati nervously stepped back. "Hey, it's okay, I'm not-"
"Who are you?!" his eyes gleamed cruelly.
"I'm Birati... I'm not going to hurt you, I was just wandering around and heard you talking to yourself...."
"I wasn't talking to myself. I was talking to my tribe." He bared his fangs. "And quit acting like they aren't here!"
Birati paused, everything clicking as she watched the Viscet. "I see....what's your name?"
"Teymga."
"Well...Teymga... There is no one around.... This tribe died off four months ago..."
Teymgas eyes widened and he slowly looked around him. Things seemed to appear out of thin air, as if a veil was lifted. The stone towers that had once stood tall were now crumbled. The grass was yellowed and the corpses of food he brought his tribe lay rotting in the moonlight. Teymga stood in deathly silence, as he took it all in. The skeleton that lay near the clearing, the red-brown stains... The memory hit him all at once. The roaring of planes, screeching of injured animals... Teymgas legs gave out and he collapsed, his body trembling from shock. "No....no.....they can't all be dead!"

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[jouska.]

Name: Nkoe
Gender: Male
Extra: + High-minded, Rational, Gallant
= Amusing, Absentminded
- Presumptuous

[Wolves of Rain]

Name: Mika
Gender: Male
Extra: 449 words

The white markings had joined his presence on one side. They seemed to have stood up and walked onto his fur. The memory burst into his mind like a storm. It was big and powerful, though fast as a flood. He could see his mother with a snarl on her lips, nipping closer than ever, her jaws snapping with the sound of a viscet that wanted to bite. But Mika had tried to fight back, at his own expense. he was pushed away with a cut in his leg where a claw had pierced his skin. Left to nothing, he wandered the streets alone, looking for a shelter against the cold night winds. The road was slick under his paws as he gently stepped along the cracks, passing looks up to the sky though the stars remained shrouded in a velvety blanket. Mika planned to leave the city, to the woods beyond where no other viscet could debunk his presence away again. But why had his mother left him? "You are grown up, you don't need me anymore. Go!" she had said. Or snarled. The sound of her anger bit at the edges of Mika's mind like minute, incredibly strong piranhas. A whine escaped his lips without his mind saying otherwise. The road stood between him and the other side, where the trees left crooked shadows against the sky and the foliage housed beneath their leaves ate at the ground's very presence. Mika let a paw venture onto the road, testing the hardened tar. Setting his weight down, he heard a strange buzz. It seemed to echo faintly, or possibly growl. His heart began to pound heavily against his rib cage and his ears swiveled madly to find the location. Their. To the right. A light, small, a single one, attached to the front of something. A vehicle? Realizing their may be more to come, that he should hurry, Mika placed both paws onto the road and kept alert for something coming from either direction. But all was silent, the darkness of a late night the only thing for company. His dull mood yet tight fear of the confusing occasion left him tense. The urge to run to the other side pushed against his legs, but Mika held himself still as the white light came closer. But all he saw was the light. It seemed to grow bigger, bigger, and more lights, more lights. He did not remember more. He did not remember being trapped against a cold table, the testing, the searing, acidic pain of whatever was going on. No, he did not remember that. Nor the pain medication. Yet now, he felt himself awake along the road.

[Razors]

Name:Savvy
Gender: Female
Extra: Savvy is actually an apprentice to the elf Cirdes. Learning the craft of carving and enchanting stone. Savvy is, currently, just an errand girl, but the more time she spends in Cirdes' shot, gathering supplies and stones and books for her, the more she learns. The basics are etched into her mind, what the stones, in their basic, natural forms, are used for. Stone healing is a part of the craft, and Savvy has become quite adept at it. Able to cleanse ones spirit or offer them advice on what stones to buy to help their situations. She hopes to one day come a master at the stonecraft, not just for healing. But being able to enchant stones and improve their natural abilities. She longs to finish her apprenticeship and take her work on the road, being a traveling enchanted and healer. But she still has a lot to learn before that happens.

[quitted;]

Name: His given name is Ranson (meaning 'son of the shield'), but his crew and few friends call him Horizon, or, if they want to annoy him, Zonnie.
Gender: Male
Extra: *below*

A parched piece of paper flapped in the breeze, and in deep red ink it read;

"WANTED!
By order of the alpha pair, if any viscet captures and turns in out-law and pirate Captain Horizon, they will be heavily rewarded.
Dead or alive.'

"Captain Horizon... sounds fake." Muttered a careless passer-by of the note. If they only knew the truth of the story...


In the beginning...
Ranson crept slowly through his open door, standing ajar. A knapsack slung over his back, his paws padded ever so carefully down the hall... he was running away. Him, Prince Ranson, Son to The Higher Alpha. Hey, he had reasons! This was no rush of juvenile misjudgment. He was unloved. Truly, unbearably unloved. He was trapped in a world of law, ruling, and royalty. Royalty. He was simply disgusted at the word. There were two kinds; fair, or tyrant. Both tended to be despicable. He was not going to be a part of it! He wanted more in life, and he had found a way out; a way to quench his restless heart. Well, either quench or inflame... All he left was a note, in the color his father hated most.

'I'm off to sail the seas,
for you ignored my crying pleas.
Do you see what you've created?
A fire to be dilated.
It will rage, for all to see!
The winds will push me 'round the world.
Now, I am free.

Hovering at the gate, he looked back, almost with hesitation. "No." He shook his head, set in his decision. Silently letting himself out, he raced as fast as his feet could carry him. At last, he came to the dock, with a small cargo ship he had signed onto ready to push off. The dazzling sun rose behind it, and Ranson felt... ecstatic. Free, to go sail away, forever! He placed a paw on the polished deck, letting the glowing horizon fill him with warmth ... and Prince Ranson of Europe was no more.


Oh, there are countless tales of his wild forays, yet he was never found. At least, not as Prince Ranson. That perfect son was now gone, taken by the salty sea air, and the freedom of the curling blue waves. Everywhere he went he left rumors; he called himself Horizon. For that was where he was heading.

To end the story of how Captain Horizon began, here is a song he sings when in a bittersweet mood...

A Thousand Goodbyes

'Away is where I need to go.
I've always been far;
I simply didn't let it show.
All I need is a ship,
and off I'll go.
A Thousand Goodbyes, my friend.
Bring me that horizon!
Teach me the flow.
Give me the blinding sun!
On it's golden rays I will run.
Wandering is my way;
confined I mustn't stay.
A Thousand Goodbyes, old friend.'



I:I Total word count; 479. All poetry and story by me. I:I

[.Space.Unicorns.]

Name:
Vulcan
Gender:
Male
Extra:
History (let's you know about his personality)-
Somethings are best to avoid, most with common sense clearly know that but for some they can't resist it. The worst things in life can be the most irresistible. Some are fortunate since they have good judgement, others not so much. They find the most dangerous things to be their most desired, it doesn't make them a bad person. Sometimes this happens due to a bad past, but other times some were just born into being naturally drawn to the life style.

Vulcan is a perfect example of this, he comes from a fairly fortunate family. Growing up as a wealthy child his parents tended to give him more items than actual affection. Growing up he didn't have a ton of friends and his family never gave him much attention, living in a habit like this was a recipe for disaster. Eventually one day we all snap, some sooner than later. When Vulcan went into high-school something snapped inside of him, his whole persona just completely changed. The shy quiet little boy became rowdy and very rebellious, the once very obedient child stopped listening to everything his parents would tell him. His relationship with them had become worse then it was before, he failed to see the concern in his parents and chose to make them the enemy. . What once was a popular little cutie, became a rude punk and no one really ever questioned it, mainly since everyone was to scared to try and ask him about it. His new friends were the ones everyone would usually stay away from, but something about the obnoxious rebels just dragged him even farther in. Even though he knew it was wrong to be with these kinds of kids it, it all just felt so right.

Not really knowing what he wanted with life he spent the majority of his first two years in school partying, but like everyone one day he got a reality check. It was when his parents got into a car crash and didn't make it out that he realized that he would actually miss them. His bad boy exterior was forgotten as he mourned for them, and for the first time in a while he started to feel relieved. It was comforting to not have to act like such 'punk'. When he returned back to school it was nice to be nice to people, something he hadn't done in a while. That day Vulcan promised himself he would never resort back to his old ways and tried to become a better person. (430 words)

[augestines]

Good luck all <33