[grizzly.]

Round One Form

Story about Past / History:
Persephone was born to the Great King Mitus and to Andromeda. When she was born, she was not greeted with the luxury of a newborn princess. In fact, she was greeted into the world a common viscet, living with her lone mother in the kingdom village. You might be wondering why she wasn't born in the castle her father resided in, and the simple answer to that is that he simply did not know she existed as his love for Andromeda was forced to be flamed out when they were younger by Mitus' parents, due to Andromeda not being of royal blood.

Andromeda raised Persephone to be humble, and to be kind above anything else. It was almost as if she were raising Persephone to be the picture perfect princess. Persephone always knew about her father, but refrained from talking to anyone about it, for the simple fact of wanting to avoid causing others to treat her as royalty over a common viscet, which Persephone was not born with her wings. They were there, just not quite yet visible. Yet, others still whispered about the possibility of Persephone being the first child of King Mitus. For years Persephone and her mother lived a simple, humble life, being known as the village sweethearts that couldn't harm a fly. It was a simple life that Persephone enjoyed, along with the freedom to roam into the forest whenever she pleased. It was a commoner's life and she was perfectly content with the lifestyle.

When Persephone hit her mid-teenage years, hers and her mother's happy, simplistic life made a dramatic turn when Andromeda fell very ill. It crushed Persephone, yet she kept her head up, and tried to remain strong...remain the same as she was before. It was very difficult for Persephone to not crack under the pressure and sob for hours on end. Her mother's upcoming death would surely had made Persephone bitter, and slowly, but surely it was starting to, at least until one night her mother called to her.

"Yes, mother?" Persephone called as she scurried to her mother's room. The sight of her now frail, sickly mother caused tears to threaten to spill over, but blinked them away. "My dear Persephone, come here, child. I must ask one thing of you." Her mother managed to say in a voice that was broken, and weak, yet still as sweet as honey. "Persephone, you mustn't let this turn you bitter. I ask you to keep your sweet, humble nature, and to never let this event turn you into something you're not. You understand, dear? You must promise me this." Persephone listened to her mother's words closely, and nodded, unable to stop the tears from spilling over and down her cheeks. "I promise, momma. I promise." Persephone whispered to her mother.
That was the last conversation Persephone had with her mother, for the next morning her mother had passed away.

The funeral that was held for her mother was gorgeous, and held by everyone in the village. Everyone had gone up to Persephone and shown her condolences, telling her how brave she was , but also questioning where she was going to live. Before she could answer that question, a tall, handsome viscet strolled into the funeral. He was tall and radiated authority. Once others had begin to notice him, they began to bow before the tall viscet. This wasn't any ordinary viscet. No, this was King Mitus. Even though his demeanor was strong, his eyes were full of saddness. If you looked into the King's eyes you would see the love that the two shared, as well as the hurt at his first love was now gone. At least, until his eyes had locked on Persephone and narrowed, before he weaved his way towards Persephone.

"Who are you?" The King asked. "My name is Persephone. Andromeda was my mother...and she told me you were my father."
Although the King didn't necessarily believe Persephone, he knew Andromeda wouldn't lie, so he brought Persephone to live with him, and allowed her to have the title of a princess, even though she would not be the heir to the throne, yet upon earning the title her wings grew.

700/700 words

Extras: (up to 3 Illustrations or 600 words - must go with story)

[tiny little box]

Link To First Post: Boop

Epilogue

There once was a clan of winged viscets that traveled far and wide across the Canadian wilderness. The shrinking clan was once ruled by leader Monarch. A large viscet with huge monarch butterfly wings that reigned supreme amongst the rest. She herself had given birth to one small little boy. Like most visclings they are not born with wings. As the little prince had been finally old enough to be out of his mothers watchful eye, he had wandered far off from the clans stomping grounds. He searched high and low to find his way home but no trace of The Fairy clan. In this instance the young prince had sprouted his wings. You see,wings only appear in a time of great happiness or a time of great sorrow. It was now the young princes job to find his way home and keep his wings hidden from the rest of the world.

The storm from Canadian wilderness kept pounding on the Bed and Breakfast cabin. Shibia held onto Connor who clung onto her fur tightly. She sighed softly at the others fear of the so called monster that roared out the door.She shushed Connor softly and pet him, it was lucky that business was slow today.It was so strange that no one even bothered to show up today. Viscets usually always fled to her cabin to avoid the wrath of the blizzards frosty grip.She sighed a little bit nudging the little viscling a bit. ”come on Connor I have to get the stew off the stove” she said as she finally pushed him off of her chest.
“But I want you to carry me mom” the whiny voice said,grabbing her leg tightly. She opened her mouth to speak but was interrupted by a small knock on the door. Connor ran underneath one of the couches,cowering in fear..”it’s the blizzard Is coming after me” he yelled out.
“Connor” she said lowly,opening the door.”be nice to our guests” she said,opening the door. To her surprise it wasn’t anyone she recolonize,and she knew pretty much everyone in her village. It appeared to be that of a small child.
“I need a place to stay” the viscling mumbled out. She blinked out a little bit, Connor peeped his head out and looking at the colorful child. She ushered him inside.”where are your parents” she said, her fingers bolting the door up.No response. Shibia tapped her foot against the ground. She kneeled down to his level and gave him a friendly smile. ”do you want me to dry your cloak” she said,watching him walk away from her and curl up by the fire.Connor came out of his hiding spot and came rushing to hide behind her leg.
“no...I'm fine” he mumbled out. She spied the other suspiciously and held onto Connor's hand,walking into the kitchen with her
Raymon looked at the crackling fire. His wings tucked under his cloak and his body shivering from the cloak. It’s not liked it mattered anyway. They were too wet to do anything, barely able to flutter the water droplets off his wings. He quickly looked back to the lady and her son. He Took off his cloak,lifting his pixie wings up,trying to dry them before they got back. He sighed happily,the warmth bringing his wings back to life. The transparent wings sent tiny flashes across the wooden floor.
“Hey that’s so cool” a voice shrilled out. Raymon Closed his wings,they folded back against his back.Raymon just stared at him,tying his cloak up again.”are those real?” he said,coming closer to him. Raymon flinched a little bit,backing away.”it’s uh..my costume.I love fairies” he said,rubbing the back of his head.Connor smiled at him. ”that’s so cool” he said,sitting next to him. He whispered in the others ear. ”Don’t tell my mom but I believe in all the stories she tells me.She said they're all fake but I think there real” he puffed his chest out proudly. Raymon couldn’t help but smile sheepishly at Connor,his ears perking up
“What kind of stories does she have” Raymon said,his gaze finally looking up from the floor.”yeah,my mommy is-”
“Connor! Leave the boy alone” she hissed out as she carried three bowls on the platter,placing it on the floor next to the boys. Connor jumped on his mom's back,poking her. ”mom mom,I want the cool wings that...that” Connor stuttered out. Raymons looked back at the ground shyly,poking the floor.”Raymon..I'm Raymon” he mumbled out. Shibia laughed a little bit.”Come on Connor,stop talking about your books” she said,messing the others hair up. Raymon sighed softly,grabbing the bowl of stew happily,eating it hungrily..It was the first bowl of stew he had in a long time. Shibia chuckled again,handing the Raymon a napkin.”so Raymon...where are you from” she said,Connor finally calming down and eating his food,sitting in between his mom.
“Oh..i’m from a different part of the forest” he said,licking out the bowl.
“So...where is your parents,or pack” she said,petting Connor behind the ear.
“Oh um,t-they should be around her” he said shrugging a little bit at the question. ”they all just kinda..disappeared when I was getting wood”
She looked a little worried.She grabbed his bowl and poured half of her stew into his. Raymon took it happily and dug right in. She tapped her nails against the floor. ”you can stay here as long as you want” she said,smiling a little bit. Raymon smiled but his smile quickly dissipated. ”I can’t,I have to keep looking for my family.” he said,dropping his spoon against the bowl.
She shook her head a little bit.”I hate I to break it to you but this storm isn’t going to slow down” she picked up the bowls and put it on the tray. ”mine as well get comfy..” she started to leave the room.He looked at Connor who was passed out on the floor.He sighed a little bit,curling around himself and tried to get some sleep.
Shibia was washing out the bowls,setting them aside to dry. This just didn’t add up to her. How could this boy Raymond not know were his pack was. She peeked out from the kitchen,seeing the boys curled up by the fire. Shibia couldn’t help but smile.She bent over to pick up Conner,holding the tired limp boy. Shibia placed him in his pile of blankets and went back to the stranger in her living room.She took off his cloak,setting it on the rack near the fire.The little glittering wings under Cloak.She paused for a second then shook her head.Must be one of his costumes.Mine as well not touch them. Shibia placed Raymon next to Connor.She will go to town to search for his family once the storm dies down.

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[Esther~]

mark!

[madras]

Round One Form
Story about Past / History:
When Lapatte first hatched, the first things that emerged from the egg was his head. His ears looked just like little rabbit ears. As he grew, his ears grew with him. The people around the town he visits know him as Lapatte, the Elvish word for hare. Lapatte may have wings, but he can't use them to fly. He tried to fly once, jumping from a tree in the town, but he fell and hurt himself. He was too big and heavy to fly, and his wings were too small. Because of this, he is sometimes known as 'Ostrich.' Just like an ostrich, he is flightless. But also like an ostrich, he can use them other ways. He has learned to use his wings to take attackers by surprise, flaring them out to startle enemies, allowing him to escape. His wings are stronger than they look; they're about half an inch thick. They are transparent, similar to the wings of a glasswing butterfly, but they taper to an edge. The edges are actually very sharp, and he can use them to fight as well. The skin near the bases of the wings is tough from repeated irritation by the wing edges. It naturally toughened itself into thick calluses. This ensures that Lapatte doesn't cut himself anymore. The wings are very flexible, and have never broken. He rinses his wings in the stream by his cave every day. He also sharpens his wings every so often, to make sure they never dull. The first time he found he could use his wings for protection was when he hatched. His mother picked him up and stroked his wings, mesmerized, but cut herself. It was a small, thin cut, but his wings were dangerous. As he grew, his wings grew thicker, and he found they became stronger. He could cut vines with his wings easily, or slice fruit open. He could use them to spar with other Viscets, and pull his wings together like a spear to protect from attacks to his back. A Viscet could charge from the side and he could flare his wings, hitting them and knocking them down. His wings were both shield and weapon. Other Viscets are wary around him, and he has yet to be accepted into a pack.
His mother died when he was two years old. His mother had been nervous around his wings, but she still took care of him and was very attached to him. The other members of the pack were much more nervous around him. He left, and they traveled away. That is when Lapatte found the cave. Rich in gems and metals, the cave was beautiful. This was also when he started to visit the human town. While he was there, he saw a blacksmith. He watched the woman make beautiful things, and Lapatte decided he wanted to learn too. He watched the woman every day for a long time, and started trying to make things himself. He used very crude tools, a rock and the cave floor, but he learned. He made more and more intricate things, and when he finally made something worthwhile, his crown, he kept it. He also made a chain necklace for the blacksmith, with a metal pendant, and gave it to her. The woman was appreciative but surprised. She didn't know where it came from. She assumed that Lapatte had just found it. Most people don't know where gifts he gives them come from. Only one person knows where they came from, and that is the blacksmith. She began to wonder where he got the gifts he gave people, and followed him one day. She saw him enter the cave, and he allowed her in. She watched him make jewelry, and she was astounded that he could have learned how to make it. The blacksmith kept it a secret, as she didn't want others to find the cave and put him in danger. But she brought him some actual smithing tools, and taught him more about jewelry making. As he learned, he made more and more beautiful things. Some he kept; some he gave away. He loved smithing, and was grateful to the blacksmith. He let her take materials from the cave. He learned a lot from her, and they grew close. (700/700 words)
Extras:
Part Two of Story:
Lapatte has no idea who his biological parents are. His mother found him when he was still in an egg. His] abandoned. His mother checked this egg and found that it was still warm. To ensure that he didn't freeze, she incubated it for a week in the same spot, in case his mother came back. She never did. Finally, she decided to adopt the egg. She was astounded when she saw his wings. Lapatte's mother was closest to him. Most of his time was spent with her, so her death took a huge toll on him. After her death, he became depressed and snappy. The other Viscets in his pack were already scared of him, and this just made it worse. After it was obvious that no one wanted anything more to do with him, he left. When he found his otter friend, his mood improved a lot. The otter likes to play with him and groom his mane, so the otter kind of took over the role of friend, the only friend Lapatte had ever had. And when he found the blacksmith, she took over the role of mother. She doesn't want him to live with het as a domesticated Viscet for his own safety. She doesn't want others to know where he is. But that is why she makes sure to 'Viscet' almost every day. Lapatte may never know what his biological parents looked like, but he doesn't care. He has his own family. Maybe one day he'll even find a mate. But he will always love his own, odd family. (264/600 words)

I can write about non-official Viscets in this way, right? I don't really own other Viscets in the pack. Either way, I had fun writing this! Thank you for the opportunity! I finished only a few minutes before the deadline; I'm such a procrastinator. Sorry for the pun, I just couldn't help myself!

[CO1LD]

http://www.chickensmoothie.com/Forum/viewtopic.php?f=53&t=3375656&start=30#p107187837
Story about Past / History:

The sunlight shone through the window in the great oak tree in the forest. As the sun rose, the beam began to seep even more into the home. It finally creeped up to the glittery pelt of the sleeping creature, which starred by the sudden disturbance. It grumbled and opened its eyes just a bit, trying not to be blinded. It stood on stiff legs and stretched all of them and a ridged posture, its mouth in a toothy yawn. It opened its magnificent wings, which took on the light with confidence, shining its own colors around the hollow, a spectrum, a beauty. The young fairy king took a breath after its ritual, and shook its fur. He gazed out the window and looked around, never bored by the sun rise. 'Never fails me', he thought proudly. The sound of giggling, as soft as snow, made Oberon turn. He smiled as he noticed the pixies holding his breakfast, fruits of all colors and some peanuts.
"Ah, thank you kind friends." He said taking the plate gently in his forepaws, making the pixies blush. "You know me to well."
"Any thing for you my lord." the giggled before flying out. Oberon shook his head. 'Friendly little creatures.' he thought. He ate his meal delicately as he leaned back against his wall. He put the plate on his nightstand and put his paws behind his back in a thinking position and began to pace. 'Hm, I think I'll do a perimeter of the kingdom today, visit the town.' He placed his crown and jewels on his body, needed for a king who presents himself if he is to visit he believed. A fairy entered and quickly flew out and around the corner.
"Oh sire I didn't mean to intrude!" Oberon laughed.
"You did nothing of the sorts." The fairy peeked in. "What have you come to tell me little one?" It edged in.
"Well, I was wondering what food you wanted for lunch."
"A little early for that question don't you think?"
"I know but-"
"Oh Im only joking dear, whatever you have, perfectly fine with me." He looked in the mirror to adjust his chest piece. "How do I look?"
"Splendid as always sir." it gushed. Oberon batted a paw that said 'oh please'.
"Please, I try to be humble." he said.
"I know sir." It said looking up in an understanding way. "So, you're going out?"
"Yes, as much as I love ALL your company, I don't need ALL of you to follow me." He said in a joking manner.
"But you're the king! What if something happens!"
"Well I think I can deal with that." He said obviously. "I respect your concern though." He patted his followers head and smiled. "I just need time to think." It nodded. "You all be good now." he said.
"We will!" Oberon waved as he turned to window that over looked the forest before diving off. The fairy rushed over and looked down and Oberon flew up past like a glittery airplane. He did a loop before flying off above the trees. He looked back, and gazed at the giant tree he called home, others called kingdom. He looked back ahead and closed his eyes, breathing in the fresh wild air as it ruffled his fur. His wings beating like a humming birds, fragile but strong. He glided down into the forest, and took in his surroundings. The birds chirping and creatures all doing what they do. He came across a pond and spotted some fish, some koi fish to be exact. 'The fish of peace', he thought as he lighted himself down at the ponds edge. He watched and thought, thought about the kingdom, thought about the forest, and thought about love. He believed in the heart, not the looks, and that he would be the best to her. His stomach growled. 'Lunch.' He raised to the skies and began to fly back. Just as he had the house in view and noticed the fairies holding his plate, waving. He saw the red small fruit, strawberries, his favorite. 'They know me too well.' he thought with a smile. (700/700)

Extras:
"It sounds like a good life." a small pixie said.
"It was." the king replied, leaning back in the rocking chair. "But it all changed from there. I remember a wise man told me once, 'all good things come to an end'. I never understood that meaning till that night. I did everything I did everyday, woke up, ate, greeted, then I went back out to see the koi and sit, but when I went to see them they weren't there, so I decided to take a walk." he sighed. "It was nearly dark, the sun setting, when I thought I should head home. So as I was walking back, I.. I smelt smoke." The pixies gasped. "I don't remember what I did to get there. I ran, I flew. Heh, both? All I knew is I had to get there. By the time I did the tree was in flames, the trunk was charred, blackened by the heat. Fairies, pixies, dryads all tried there best, I know they did, but they just couldn't stop the monster. I was devastated." Silence filled the room as the small ones exchanged sad glances. "I could have been there," he said. "I felt like a failure." he let out a sigh and looked away. "But, that failure, as much as it hurt, it didn't stop me. Now we live in this glorious jewel cave. I do miss that tree though, it did serve its purpose."
"We are happy were ever we live." they said.
"Well Im happy if your happy." the king smiled.
(260/600)

[dzo]

Round One Form
History: (700 words max)
Extras: (600 words - must go with story)
May be Dropping- I just can't connect as much as I would like with her design and have no backstory ideas.

[Synerie]

Round One Form

Story about Past / History:

The ground shook beneath the feet of the Council and any spectator. The dainty female Viscet's ears curled back, wings flickering nervously. Sweat began to bead over her brow, her weight shifting between hind paws. A shadow loomed overhead, before the form of the threatening god slid out onto the overhanging balcony. His blazing gaze bore right into her cowering form. She gulped nervously, her ears fully flattening backwards. Her eyes darted, not once pinpointing onto him. He clenched the railing, his crown catching the dimmed light of the flickering candles. The god drew in a sharp breath before growling out.

"Zeltia of Aelliosia, your punishment has been decided."

She inhaled sharply, eyes clenching shut. It wasn't her fault she was a "broken" spirit. It wasn't her fault she was made to be this way. It wasn't her fault she couldn't control her powers. It was the fault of the previous wind spirit put in charge to train her. She was never taught anything. Zeltia opened her eyes, now focusing on the god as he glared down upon her shivering form. Slowly, the words left his mouth like a slap to the face.

"You are banished to the planet known as Earth, where you will no longer be granted permission to step foot in the god and spirit realms again!"

This fate was almost worst than being put out of her misery. Zeltia would no longer be allowed to see her family and her friends. A small satchel was thrust into her arms by a Council member.

"You have one hour to pack the things you need. Now go!"

The god thundered, his tail lashing. Zeltia meekly nodded her head, and bolted off when she was excused. She ran blindly past the others, tear blurring her eyes and slipping down her cheeks. The higher up gods were so strict when it came to a spirit or god who was considered to be a defect. She, sadly, was set into this fate as being one.

Zeltia pushed into her home, the wooden door closing tightly behind her. Quietly, her gaze tore around the room to pinpoint anything important she may need. The first thing she spotted was the orb, no bigger than an orange, resting upon the vanity in her room. It allowed any god or spirit within the realms to teleport where the holder wishes. Her paw wrapped around it, and she shoved it into the satchel. Once it was stuffed with things Zeltia found fit, she reluctantly retreated to the spot designated for her departure. The Council members circled the glowing platform, their hooded eyes snapping to her approaching form. Zeltia's wings flickered uncomfortably as she lightly stepped. Her tail lashed, her fur rising in fear. One stepped forward to speak.

"Lady Zeltia of Aelliosia, have you gathered the items you need?

She nodded. He dipped his head in return.

"Then step onto the platform."

Zeltia hesitated, before she forced her stiff legs to move. The world seemed to tip a little, her head and heart pounding in unison. She gulped dryly, and slowly placed her form in the center of the platform. She was leaving her old life behind, never to return. She would no longer see her family, and no longer see her friends. She would have to start new. Zeltia turned her head, the Councils lowering their hooded heads down. They murmured something from an ancient language, one that made no sense to her. Tears formed on the edge of her nose, and then everything went black.

When Zeltia came to, a thick musty smell swarmed to meet her. Her ears flexed back, and she slowly pushed her shaking form up. She ached everywhere, her back tensing from the pain. Her eyes slowly opened, lashes caked with dust. Her breath sucked in tightly. This was Earth? The fabled Earth that blossomed with lush plants and was washed with crystal clear waters? This.. was nothing like the stories. The earth beneath her paws had been churned to rubble, none of the luscious green grass sprouting. No trees were waving their branches decorated generously with unique leaves. What was this place? Or more specifically, what happened to Earth?

[ 700 / 700 ]


Story about Past / History {Extra}:

Zeltia's paw shot to her satchel almost instantly. She dug through the items she stuffed inside, her hopes raising as she retrieved the still intact orb. Carefully, she told it to send her back home. To send her back to Aelliosia, her homeland in the realm of gods and spirits. The orb glowed for a brief second, and instantly grew hot to the touch. Startled, Zeltia dropped it. A soft crackling pop came from it as it struck the hardened ground, shattering into a few pieces.

Her eyes watered, huge tears plopping onto the ground. Carefully, she gathered the shards, and eased them into the safety of her satchel. Zeltia finally decided to move. Her paws skimmed carefully over the ground. Her legs shook, almost giving out underneath her form. Zeltia winced, gaze sliding around nervously. There was absolutely nothing around. No bushes. No trees. Nothing. Slowly, she fluttered her wings, before she eased her weight off the ground and into the expanding sky.

Zeltia flew with ease, her gaze searching the ground. Hours had passed, and a longing to return home struck her like a bullet. Her ears flexed backwards as she skimmed over the Earth in attempts to spot another Viscet, if they inhabited these lands.

Soon, Zeltia spotted the form of another Viscet. It appeared to be running, head lowered, something glinting on the top of it's head. It's mane was flowing and pure white, like that of the surface of the moon. Zeltia fluttered and went to land near by.

"H-Hey! Wait!"

The Viscet didn't stop, but did peer backwards nervously. They were noticeably female. Her eyes were just as pale as her mane, but she didn't care to greet this strange. Zeltia tilted her head, and turned her gaze, suspecting she was running from something. And that she was. A large male, his teeth bared in anger. She went to break the male off the female's path, snarling and baring her teeth. Her fur rose and her wings flared. The male blinked, startled by the sudden female jumping in his way. With no intentions to fight, he left her, snorting lowly.

She was confused, tilting her head. Why chase after the female if he wasn't going to fight? Zeltia turned, expecting the female to be long gone, but jumped when she found them nose to nose.

"Oh! Sorry. Heh.. Didn't mean to get that close.. So, why'd you do that?"

The female spoke, her voice warm and inviting. Zeltia tilted her head, before responding.

"Do what?"

"Save me? That male was on my tail for days. I don't know why he would just walk off if he went through the trouble of chasing me."

She shrugged, shaking her head. Zeltia looked the purple Viscet over, flicking her ear.

"Yeah.. Uh, I'm.. Zeltia, by the way."

She stuck her paw out warmly. The female Viscet looked her over before shaking her paw.

"Selene."

After greeting Selene, Zeltia stuck to her side as if super glue had been stuck between them. Selene had openly invited Zeltia into her home, which was far from any civilization; as Selene stated. Zeltia, unable to control her powers, had learned from Selene, seeing as how the other female was a spirit just like herself. Easily, the two warmed up quite well. Zeltia figured out that her orb shards still partially worked, allowing her to teleport small ranges on Earth. It's quite useful, especially if she may need to travel somewhere far or may be hurt and unable to walk. Zeltia grew more familiar with the Earth as time passed.

[ 600 / 600 ]

[lunala.]

Marking just to watch c:

[serotonin.]

Marking to see who wins. <3

[Softballpup12]

Litterally finished mine w/ 15 seconds left! *Sighs in relief* XD