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"Mmmm..... no, not brambleberry, honeysuckle..." A muffled voice came from under a shrub, one of the many shrubs
occasionally used as shelter within the Aeragh Thicket. On this particular morn, a young vagabond had stuffed himself
in a rather undignified fashion beneath the scratchy bush, and after a few hours of unsettled sleep was finally beginning
to stir. "Oi, Ferris, ya mangy sack o' potatoes..." The rumpled viscet muttered groggily to himself. Scooting out from his
little hovel and into the strengthening daylight, Ferris gave a wide and satisfying yawn. Brushing bits of cobweb and twig
from his curly tussle of hair, he yanked a leather satchel into his lap, rummaging for leftover scraps of beef from the
market. With no luck, Ferris slumped back in a huff. His threadbare cloak peeked out at him from underneath the bush...
And he slowly let a crooked smirk creep across his face. "That rag of a cloak keeps you goin', dun' it?" The town baker had
once said to him. Ferris had only shrugged. Honestly, the baker was right. That godforsaken cloak was nearly falling apart
at the seams, and yet it and his little golden lyre were the things that kept egging him on. The only two things from his
past that hadn't been sold for survival... Ferris sighed. He dug his paws into the dirt, gritting his teeth. A flashback was
bound follow this train of thought, and he most certainly didn't need one of those. He scrambled to his feet, threw the
cloak and satchel over his shoulders, and raced off before the memories could catch him.

The day turns to evening...

"Aye, the twisted road is long.
True, yer bloodied paws be sore.
Still, ya forge ahead,
And to the earth, ye implore;

Hazy sun! Warm my heart!
Roiling reeds, sing a song!
Give me strength,
For the winding road be long...
And my blistered paws are sore.
And yet, I forge ahead!
May I sing this Evermore."

Clink! A coin was tossed into the dented tin cup that sat at Ferris's feet, in appreciation of the short tune he had
just sang. "Ah, and a jolly good day to you too, sir!" He called. He gently continued to play... another coin rattled in the
cup, joining the last. " 'Tis my lucky day!" In high spirits, Ferris packed up his earnings and instrument. The sun was
sinking down behind the distant mountain peaks... it was time to find a decent meal, and then a bed. Wrapping his cloak
snugger about him, Ferris trudged through the now-empty market towards the one place he could count on for a fresh
shepherd's pie; Wickitt's Inn and Tavern. The owner owed him a favor... Ferris had saved him from a scandal with the
village lord. He shoved his way past the think oak doors, and into the warm tavern light. "FERRIS!" Bellowed a hearty
voice. Mustering up his best toughened tone, Ferris shouted back; "Aye, McKinnon! Life been treating you well?" A large,
hefty viscet lumbered out form behind the counter... And grinned widely. "As well as it can, mate. As well as it can. Sit
this instant! Roselind, get the boy a mug o' ale and a soup bowl filled to the brim. Now, Ferris, give me the day's news,
hmm?" Ferris thumped down onto a torn bar stool with a sigh. "Ach, McKinnon my old friend, times are rough. You
remember Harlis's wee boy, I assume?" McKinnon nodded in recognition. "Well, he passed, not even two days ago. The
Black Death, one yammering fishwife says. Another simply calls it hunger and loneliness. That poor child is the fifth to
die in the past week! What ill plague has this wretched little village wrought upon ourselves, riddle me that, eh?" Ferris
slurped his cup of ale morosely for emphasis. McKinnon shook his mighty head in sorrow. "Never have these eyes seen a
darker time. What are we common folk to do?" He muttered. Ferris shrugged half-heartedly. Taking a final gulp from his
wooden cup, he took a deep breath. "McKinnon, you've been a truly worthy companion. I want ya to take these coppers.
I'm leaving town." McKinnon nearly toppled the off his bench at Ferris's words. "Leaving?! Where ya off to, boy!? I can't
take yer money, ya need it-" Ferris held up a paw calmly to cut him short. "I've been mulling this over for a good length
of time, mate. There's always a soul in the world who could do with a little song in their life... I'm off to see edges of the
earth I haven't yet explored. I could end up with a traveling company, become a player for the King's Men. Even perform a
Will Shakespeare work! Y'know, that English bloke?" Ferris went on eagerly. McKinnon scowled. "Fine." He muttered. "Get
yourself away from the sickness, will you? For me, if anythin'? Ach... go live a full life, for Pete's sake. And keep those
confounded coppers!" His voice rose with every word. A tear glimmered in the corner of the huge viscet's eye... He smiled.
"Away into the night with ya! We mustn't sit here yakking, I want to hear no more of this town's tragedies! Goodnight and
good morrow, my friend." The two exchanged a crushing bear hug. Ferris pulled his cloak over his head... and left for the
hills.

Into The Night He Fled...
The Story You Have Not Yet Fully Read...
There Is Always More.
Simply Sing His Song;
Do Not Let Him Fade.
For Through The
The Mark Upon His Side,
And The Essence In His Eyes,
His Soul
Shall Always...

Thrive.

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art by:: howlingtothestars
art by:: SilverSamurai
All writing by me.

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brief personality
Exuberant, playful, cheeky, wry, sarcastic, sociable || pensive, studious, keen, amiable || quick-tempered at
times, unhesitant to kill when the time calls for it || bottles emotions, inwardly vengeful || easily distracted,
slightly erratic || estranged, listless at times || unhealthily drinks when downcast

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Numerous little nuances about Kaden shape him into what he is today. First and foremost, he’s a field doctor,
healer, and sage. Though, the level of his innate wisdom leaves a lot to be desired. Kaden‘s wealth of know-
ledge in treating viscets and other species on the spot, and making remedies, poisons, antidotes, and the like
from plants makes him very adept at what he does. His knowledge of anesthetics and poisions is nearly un-
matched for this same reason, and he prides himself on it. He’s also a nomad, so he travels frequently and
comes into contact with viscets from all around the world. It makes for some very unique experiences.
Kaden actually is just a nickname he picked up, but he uses it so often that he prefers to use this name over
his birth one. Surprisingly, he also used to be Christian due to his past but Kaden is currently nihilistic.

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A Little Deeper
Kaden is fairly boisterous viscet, to start off. Lively, animated, expressive, and borderline exuberant in almost
everything he does- there’s rarely a dull moment when it comes to him. His constant antics make him come off
as almost childishly cheeky and unrepentant even in his most absurd actions, but age has tempered a deep-rooted
sarcasm in him that he developed in order to draw out a laugh in whoever he comes into contact with. Though Ka-
den doesn’t set out to specifically do so, he charms others who he meets with his outwardly extroverted persona.
(That, or he pisses other’s off with his impulsiveness.) Though not particularly loud, he is spontaneous and just a
tad brash and somehow draws others in with his forward personality. It doesn’t help that Kaden doesn’t seem to
outwardly have a mean or malicious bone in his body. Conniving and playful, no doubt, but he seems to have de-
veloped his own brand of sweetness. As a field doctor, this little trait makes his beside manners simply impec-
cable. Also because of this, Kaden interacts with children like ducks interact with water, but he’s as good of an in-
fluence as he is a bad one on the little tykes. He’s quick to encourage harmless little pranks and even quicker to
give them ideas.

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Kaden does hold a good few introverted traits, however. They are arguably more plentiful than his extroverted
ones, but he lets his quieter traits slumber below the surface. His occupation as a nomad, sage, healer, and
field doctor all in one makes him somewhat estranged from other viscets, no matter how social Kaden comes
off as. When left alone, he becomes quiet, pensive, and focused on his life work as a sage since nowadays he
concentrates on helping and healing others above all else. He buries himself in his medical research during his
nomadic travels, but that’s only in-between the stupid things he likes to do. But Kaden swears that he only does
less than intelligent endeavors maaaybe once a week. Twice maybe, but that’s only when someone else insti-
gates it. Kaden will swear up and down that he didn’t blow up that storage shack that one time. There is no
way you, or anyone else could prove it was him.

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Water
Water dries out his fur like the Sahara. Gotta keep those curls
on point. (But no, in all seriousness he almost drowned once.
Yeah, no to water.)

Unhatched, Vulnerable Eggs
There's a story behind it actually. He lost an egg once to an
experience he’d rather not recall too in-depth. Viscet eggs
are so... fragile. The developing life in them even moreso.
He’s a well-rounded doctor, but he barely keeps his head
during births. Kaden rather hates this hitch in his medical
skill.

Pulling On His Horns
Kaden assures you, they are not fake. Call him a goat
or sheep all you want; just don't disrespect the horns.

His Tattoo
It’s essentially a brand that holds more terrible memories
than good ones. They’re reminiscent of a time in which
he wasn’t all that moral in his actions. Once upon a time,
the meaning behind the tattoo held a good bit of infamous
weight.

Being Alone
Kaden is an adult so he can handle himself just fine, but
being left to his own devices for too long makes him
stir-crazy. His actions start to become unmediated and he’s
left to his... deeper thoughts. It’s not pretty, but making
relationships helps to prevent this. His less than benign
relationships he could do without. Then again, that's true
for everyone...

Numbness
Physical or emotional, the detached feeling makes his skin
crawl. It reminds him of a time when he essentially couldn’t
feel the way he feels now. The world is brighter and more
colorful now than it ever was before, and if Kaden has his way,
he’d like it to stay like this.

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Music
Nowadays, music calms him. It might have something
to do with how often Gatsby and Maia duet songs in
their own home. He's fallen asleep to a few of their
serenades. They’re surprisingly good singers... With
how severe Gatsby looks, Kaden isn't too
surprised that he can hit such low notes.

Alkaline Foods
It's just a funny (and nerdlike- Kaden is a nerd) way
of saying that he stays away from meat and junk
food. It's not so much he’s a health nut- he just
doesn't like animal protein. The only exceptions
would be boiled eggs and alcohol, ‘cause
everyone knows he consumes enough of
those two.

Traveling
He’s a very restless viscet to put it bluntly. He prefers
to be active- makes it less likely for his mind to
wander into unpleasant territories.

Rowdiness and Innocence of Visclings
Telling visclings the truth of matters is sometimes
more hilarious than sugarcoating. Kaden’s crushed
so many hopes and dreams... Tooth fairy ain't real,
kids. All in all, this is a more love-hate like. He
loves to advocate for a good kid-run prank, but
being on the brunt end of one? Not so much...
They’re lucky they're cute.

His Mane
It takes skill to have curls this on-point.

His Horns
Decorating them is really fun. Flowers are always a
favorite of visclings, but he also likes to paint them
black on Halloween. The last time he put Christmas
lights on his horns didn't end too well though...

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A Little Deeper Continued
However, Kaden‘s more introverted side leads him into the tendency to bottle up his emotions more often
than not. At the very least, he knows that crying isn’t necessarily a sign of weakness (not anymore) but he
prefers not to let his sadness show if he can help it. He readily helps out others, but he doesn’t like it when
others worry about him. Growing up in a very specific way taught him that, as a male, he needed to stay
strong no matter the cost to himself. Kaden drinks pretty regularly however, so his lips loosen when he
drinks. If he’s irritated, he’ll be sure to let you know, though, even without drinking.
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Kaden‘s temper is surprisingly scary for such a happy viscet since it has different tones to it. He loves to
fight and spar so his playful temper comes out when he’s feeling particularly competitive, and his heated
temper rears his head when he’s honestly just fed up with one thing or another. Holding grudges over small
things is behind him at this point, so once he simmers down after one of his heated bouts he pouts more than
anything else. But, Kaden‘s most terrifying temper is his icy temper. The warmth in his lively eyes seems to
freeze over and he looks more like he’s out to kill than tell you off.

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No Regrets
This particular trait isn’t so much as a negative trait as it is an annoyingly hindering one. To others at least!
Kaden gets very easily distracted and appears oddly impulsive. His mind is a steel trap when it comes to
medicine and his loved ones, so he takes measured steps concerning those areas, but his brain is fickle with pret-
ty much everything else. There are a good many things that he does on a whim that are fueled by his more trivial
desires- it’s why his actions seem really dumb at times, or just idiotic if not inherently destructive. He robbed a
chicken coop once just because he wanted some eggs, and almost got his little bobbed tail ripped off by the
guard viscet. And then he repeated the same action, at the same farm, about four hours later. He’s not exactly in-
sane... but he definitely doesn’t care enough to be sane either. It’s not even cockiness though. (That isn’t to say
he’s not a good fighter.) He gets into trouble not because he knows he could get himself out, but just because he
wanted something really insignificant out of it. But hey, he’s not dead yet. As far as Kaden is concerned, he’ll in-
dulge himself where he can.

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Choppy Waters
Kaden’s flaws come out to be less apparent since he makes such a huge effort to not show his more negative aspects.
Underneath his slumbering, more reserved traits lies choppy waters tainted with his less than positive attributes. As
mentioned before, Kaden tends to turn his more negative emotions inward, which usually comes back to bite him
later on. He finds himself becoming resentful in the simplest situations because of past aggravations. He tries to con-
solidate with himself as to why he feels so spiteful, so he distances himself from others whenever it gets to that
point. No matter how angry he gets, he still subconsciously doesn’t want to infect others with his own moods.
Nowadays, those moments are so few and far between that his self-alienation becomes worrying to anyone he
comes across and forms lasting relations with. It’s not something he can help on his own, but Kaden has always
been too unconsciously stubborn to seek help.

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In that same vein, Kaden is also surprisingly vengeful. He has many old skeletons in his closet that he’s never come
to terms with as well as enemies who ripped something extremely precious from him earlier on in his life. If left
alone to stew, he thinks back on that time and he becomes aware of the hatred that he holds for his old foes. For
Kaden, it seems so absurd to think about this loathing he covets and hangs onto- he doesn’t even have any idea as
to whether or not they are even still alive. Still, Kaden will argue that they essentially took everything away from
him that day. He fears and hopes for the day when he’ll personally thank his enemies for the life he has today. In
this moment, everyday is something he looks forward to, but he can’t forget how much he had to lose in order to
find some semblance of healing.

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[milo.]

just gonna watch, good luck all ~

[angelshy]

Not entering, but wonderfully adorable design! <3

[-Shaded-]

Mark!
Res with male and jimmy!
Playful, Loud, Stubborn, Cocky, Indecisive
Trying out for TenLittlesoldierboys.
Looking for help!
Zodiac: Aries

Do not use Any of these ideas!
- Ran away as a young viscetling. took shelter with a herd of sheep
- Hair getting caught on stuff
- Bringer of good luck and wishes(Charm)
- Birthday..: April 16th 20**
- Steals from shrine *huehuehue*
- Has a friend, its a young lamb.
- He's cocky because he is very lucky