[WolfLunarMoon]

Username:
WolfLunarMoon
Name:
Shadow
Gender:
Male


Explain The Scars:



Wip
Art piece is wip

[Barnes&Rogers]

Username: 155NinjaCat
Name: Pluto
Gender: Male
Explain The Scars: (1200/1200)

"I walked along the spiraling stone path towards my mothers small house, occasionaly glancing behind me to make sure my cruel father wasn't following me. Before you jump to any conclusions, I'm not a bad Viscet. Honest. Just let me explain. My mother and my father divorced when I was young, and my father got custody of me. I live with him. I used to have a step-sister, Anna, but one day she was stolen from me. That's a whole other story, but I'll give you the quick version. My step-father, (that's Anna's dad by the way) was threatened by my father, who threatened to kill him. When he attacked my step-father, we ran. My step-father hid us in a safe spot, and when he tried to protect us, my father killed him. I hid my scent, and went to find someone to help. I was only gone for about a day. When I got back, Anna was gone. So that left me on my own once more.

I was never allowed go see my mother, but sometimes, I'd tell my father I was going out with friends, and I'd go see my mother instead. She is a gentle soul, caring and kind. I don't know how she fell for someone like my dad. He's a horrid father, a horrid husband and an all-over horrid Viscet. I didn't know about it when I was younger, but I've seen my mother scars. She was very out-spoken in our home. If I had been older, things would have been different.

As I trudged along to the house, I began searching for the things I often saw on my way there. The bright blue flowers on the path just ahead of me, their beautiful, long, green stems reaching skywards. The glowing green grass had recently been cut, and the smell of fresh grass reach my nose. I smiled as I looked around. This was home to me. Not the smelly, polluted city, but the fresh country. When I grew up, this is where I was going to live. I was going to move out to my mothers, to take care of her. I wouldn't let anyone hurt her the way my father hurt her. Never again. I was saw the house just down the path, and my smile faded.

The door was wide open, and I couldn't see any light coming from inside. My eyes widened and I sprinted down the road, fur flying out behind me as the wind hit my dark coat. I ran straight into the darkness. Thanks to my keen eyesight (totally from eating all my carrots) I could see well enough. I heard a scream, and spun towards the sound, racing down the corridor and flinging open the door to the kitchen. My father and mother were inside. I could see blood on the ground, but in the dark I couldn't see who it was from. my father turned, and growled. 'You shouldn't be here' He snarled, muscles tensing. 'Neither should you' I hissed (like a Viscet not a snake) and lunged at him. I couldn't have protected my mother when I was younger, but I was going to to it this time.

I crashed into him and we tumbled side wards, away from my mother and towards the cabinets. The next few moments were a blur. We fought tooth and claw, both trying to keep even ground between attack and defense. Neither of us were doing amazing, with defense anyway. It felt like the fight was going to go on forever. I could feel myself tiring out quickly as the crash of fallen dishes sounded. We were both worn out from the attacks that had landed, and my vision was blurry from both panic, and exhaustion. I didn't know how long we'd been fighting, but I was heaving, crouched by the table preparing for the next move. The dark colored Viscet I called my father, lunged at me, claws outstretched, but I managed to lurch to the side, avoiding the attack, by an inch at most. I almost toppled the table, but thankfully it stayed put. I swiped my class at a weak spot, but so did he. I can't remember who recoiled first. We both lay panting on the floor for a few moments. The silence was deafening. 'We.. Don't need to do this' I coughed, unsure whether I could keep fighting much loner. He was older than me, maybe stronger too. In reply, he leapt at me and together we shattered the glass door and fell onto the grass of the garden. Thankfully my landing wasn't too bad, my father, however, got the bad end of the deal. This time he was the one on the ground, helpless. With the last burst of strength he could give, he knocked me offhis claws catching my face near my eye.

I saw my mother running towards us, from the direction of the house. My father collapsed onto the ground, unconscious, and I only managed to tell my mother it was over before I was out like a light. I woke up much later in the hospital, my mother by my side. It was all over..."

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"I suppose you're talking about how it effects me on a deeper level? Well, every-time I see myself in the mirror.. every-time I have to put on my mask.. I'm reminded of the cruelty of the world and how things aren't as good as people think. It's made me a lot more self-conscious. In the past, I never used to care about what I looked like to others. yeah I kept up with personal hygiene and combed my mane and all that, but if someone didn't like my plain fur color? Not my problem. But now, I'm always scared someone is judging me. I'm sure that it also reminds my mother of the events, and that makes me quite upset. She didn't deserve to go through that. No one deserves to go through that. Why can't people just understand that? Huh? Why can't they? It's not that hard. Sorry.. I didn't mean to get angry.. It's just a really sensitive topic for me.."

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"I hide it when I go out, or when I have guests over. I like to wear this sort of "half-mask" thing, it covers most of the scars. The mask was bought from a market in china as a decoration item, but after I got the scars, I decided it could be used as a cover."

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"On the other side of my face? Well, it would've been difficult for him to only catch the one side of my face. The side you see got the least amount of damage done. On the other side of my face, the tip of my ear was torn off, and there is a jagged tear there. There is a scar similar to the one you see and I'm half-blind in my eye. There are also three large scratches on the side of my muzzle, and a deep scratch on my nose. I did break my jaw, and I also have a tooth that is broken, snapped off at one point. That's about all."

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(c) Art by Placebo

[Placebo]

Just gonna mark to watch actually since there's other stuff (including other adopts) that I wish to focus on <': I would like to offer art/form help in some small way, so just pm me if you're interested! I'd really really love for Anya to have some type of a relationship with this one 'cause like

..yea
yea I know: her past is fairly vague as well so she'd be very easy to use in a story! (also any of my other viscets, so feel free to pm me about those as well!)

I'd only like to offer her once, but if multiple peeps ask for art (in that event, but I'm not really expecting it) I can offer to do art for more than one form. ^u^ Since like, this viscet is so simple ;w;

Gonna take down this offer since I got a few interested peeps- if you still need like someone to look over the form, just shoot me a pm sometime in the future!

[angelshy]

friendly bump !! c:

[ShadyBro]

Extended to 7/26/18

[elliott.]

good luck everyone!

[Barnes&Rogers]

goodluck guys!!

[Angelus Gaston]

Good luck there are so many good stories this will be tough.

[ShadyBro]

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how do her scars effect her daily life?
they don't effect her much negatively,
if at all.

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how does she feel about the scars?
she's quite proud of them, like a symbol of what
risks she's willing to go through to explore. she
ignores those that look down on her for them.

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are the scars on both sides?
no, the scars are on her left side only; that was the only
place that scarred, though she was injured elsewhere as
well at the incident.

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is she blind?
while she is not blind, the vision in her left eye
is fairly poor.

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does she attempt to hide her scars?
to her, the scars are like tattoos that just weren't
completely voluntary. she doesn't try to hide them
or keep them a secret; instead, she wears them
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❝Hurry up, Monty! You're taking too long!❞

The slightly larger, female viscet stood a bit inside of the ruin, looking back as her friend hurried up the steps to catch up with her, the scarf on his tail flailing in the wind. ❝I'm coming!❞ he called, and she turned away as he neared, beginning to walk deeper into the ruin.

April and Montezuma were explorers, and they loved to do what they did. The excitement of discovery, curiosity, and the wonderful mystery that came with every ruin were the best feelings in their opinion, and they'd been doing this for a while. The hype of a new ruin would never cease to get them pumped.

This particular ruin had taken a while to get to. It was hot outside and the path from the nearby town and the ruin was long, and it had taken them a while to get there. They had started to get exhausted, but the sight of the fruits of their labor was more than enough to put the pep back in their step. And there they were, looking into the slightly dark interior. The first room was empty and weathered, holes poking in all of the walls and they looked ready to collapse at any moment. Spanish moss hung from the openings, draping down til they brushed the ground, and a few thin vines hung from the ceiling. April grinned, noticing an opening. A stairway!

Monty had barely caught up before she started towards the opening, hurrying to the steps and starting carefully, testing her weight, before rushing down. It led to a much larger open area inside, illuminated by a huge hole in the top. ❝Monty! Monty, hurry up!❞ she cried in excitement, hurrying to check out the markings on one of the columns that held the ceiling of the huge room up. Signs of weathering were still here, but not as bad as upstairs, and she was utterly excited. Her dark brown eyes flickered over when she heard Monty's footsteps, the young orange viscet checking out the other side. ❝Anything over there?❞

❝Not really. I mean..whoa, this is cool.❞

Her attention was caught by this and she wasted no time crossing the bridge, slowing when one of the carved stones trembled beneath her weight, to check out just exactly what Monty was talking about. ❝Oh...wow. That's...that's really cool,❞ she murmured. On the far side of the wall was a huge mural, depicting humans and viscets alike, standing side-by-side or in battle. The sight was breathtaking and she grinned widely. This is what they did this for. She...she loved this. ❝This is a piece of history! How amazing is that?❞ she murmured, looking over at Monty, who had a similar expression on his face.

They stayed for quite a while. The ruin had its number of discoveries to make along with the mural, and finally, the only reason they began to leave was because the sun would be setting soon and they did not want to be in the area while it was night; it was quite dangerous.

April was on the far side of the bridge, studying the mural for the last time that day, before she raised up and sighed. ❝Aw, man, I'm gonna miss this,❞ she mumbled, looking up to where Monty was waiting near the foot of the stairway. She began to head in that direction, a bit carelessly -- over the bridge. The rock she had stepped on before wobbled again.

Beneath her, she heard a rumble, and then the bridge began to fall away beneath her.

Her reflexes probably saved her life. The tip of her paws caught the edge of the cliff that dropped off into much deeper areas of the ruin, and she heard a crash far beneath her as she held on for dear life. She also heard a cry of her name in a familiar voice, but fear had tied a knot in her throat and closed her muzzle. Her eyes were wide with shock and it took her a moment to register what really happened before she tried to pull herself up some. She felt numb and her vision was slightly blurred.

Monty had already raced over to help her up, pulling her safely away from the fragile edge. ❝Oh god, April, are you okay? April! You're bleeding, and-- and your eye!❞

April looked up numbly at Monty. She still felt numb and could feel her heart frantically beating. She was exhausted, she noticed. She stared blankly at Montezuma for a few moments before her eyes rolled back and she slumped, unconscious.

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She woke up in the village infirmary a bit later that night with a bandage over her head. Montezuma was nearby, asleep, and there was a light on a stand next to her. April noticed her left eye was covered, and it stung slightly. Her whole body ached and she felt tired still, but reached over to the stand near her; on it was a mirror.

Picking it up, she gazed at herself as memories returned. She was wearing white bandages, stained rust-colored with dried blood, over the left side of her face. The black viscet knew she shouldn't, but she reached up, pulling at the bandages with her claws to remove it. As they fell away, she noticed she could see from her left eye, but everything was blurred and the light from the lamp hurt. That was most likely because she hadn't adjusted yet, though. What caught her eye (her good one) were the deep cuts, no longer bleeding and stitched, on the side. She didn't know exactly what caused them; after all, even her memories were blurry with the adrenaline that had been coursing through her. It was likely through falling rubble and rocks, though.

April put down the mirror and carefully wrapped the bandage again, but as she did so, she was not frowning -- no, she was smiling. Those scars, to her, were not liabilities. She would wear them...proudly, yes. They were her badge as an explorer. And they showed what extents she was willing to go to for the sake of discovery.

These were scars she would never hide.

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This was horribly difficult to judge, but in the end I decided on commandant's lovely form. I really loved the story, and the entire outlook the character had on life with her scars was invigorating. I dont know how many people on here really know how much my own scars effect my daily life, and how personal it seems to be to me to create scarred viscets, but Im very happy to see that almost everyone treated the subject with such positivity rather than what I had expected.

I will also be awarding a runner-up design to 155NinjaCat for their lovely story and in-depth character design. (Please send me a PM on whether you would like the RU or if you would rather trade it in.)

And finally, a few honorable mentions - remember, these can be used at the Stub Shop!

Max, for that gorgeously laid out form and art. You were a close third!
~*Cuore*~, for the adorable puppy story (how did you know I loved pitties? haha) <3
Angelus Gaston, for the very fun to read story and awesome character layout.

[kiwi;;]

congrats, feel free to use the art from Legendari, please credit them ^