[SilverSamurai]

Username;;

*Shiveren*

Name;;

Cecil

Gender;;

Male

Story;;

Nothing moved. No one breathed. The only noise was the ticking of the clock. Time seemed to trickle on like a small stream, continuous, yet slow. Cecil sighed. It has already been three hours. The white walls of the sanitary hospital created a haze in his mind. Worry pulsed throughout his body. Maybe Claudia would never come out. His thoughts turned to a happier past, a time without hospitals, medicines, and surgeries. A time when they were free. When the sun shone over their giant oak tree, promising a bright future. All this didn't couldn't change in a day. Or so he thought.

Nothing could have prepared him for that fateful day. The day when they knew his dear friend Claudia was ill. It took months for them to realize that this was no common cold, and months later to pinpoint the problem. Cecil learned all this at the little girl's bedside as he shared his company, letting Claudia push her cold hand into his warm, plush pelt. The young human girl smiled, her beauty as radiant as the sun. The Viscet smiled back before getting up and comically staggering across the room. Claudia laughed a laugh like ringing bells, bringing delight to all around her. She reached over, grabbed a part of his mane, and began to braid. Taking her hair tie, she secured it tightly. Happiness bounced around the room, so vivid you could almost see it. With a nod of his head and a wave of his tail, Cecil said goodbye to his playmate of many years. Reaching up, he felt the strong, sturdy braid beneath is paws. He stood there, savouring it's emotional sweetness. He glanced back, his last sight the brilliant smile of the young girl, then the door shut.

A few days later, the girl's parents walked into her bedroom where Cecil slept and began to cry into his fur. They slowly slipped a collar around his neck and led him outside. The Viscet stood, in shock at the turn in events. There, waiting in the yard, was a small boy no older than six. He was led up by his parents, who were clutching him tightly. Shaking, the young man held up a hand and reached forward, groping for a handhold. Without waiting, Cecil stuck his head forward, under the small boys hand. The Viscet didn't understand why this boy needed so much assistance. Above him, he heard many words, like "Autistic" and "Blind", which meant nothing to him. Disturbed he looked up at his former caregivers, who were nodding sadly at him. He understood. He had a new child now. He licked the kid on the cheek. Surprised, the six year old jumped, then laughed happily. This was a new beginning.
As time went on, memories faded. Time sung it's song and continued forward. One memory he could never forget is the little girl's radiant smile as the door slowly clicked shut.

By Zoecatz1

ASDFGHGJKL im so mad I didn't want this
anyway
here have a /lovely/ viscet based from roughly yato!kamui

Mutations-
Hair/minor mane edit // uncommon

Let's make this a quick simple contest.
Write me a short story about them.

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Username;;
Name;;
Gender;;
Story;; (less than 600 words)

Here's the ref without the scarf thing
Prettying up is fine, no extras, up to one art piece is allowed.
Ends in a week- December 16th

[suneater]

eep reserVE
y a t o

[kamelgirl]

Ooh~ marking to watch

[*Shiveren*]

mark or res, haven't decided

[9-9-999]

Username;; 9-9-999
Name;; Asura
Gender;; male
Story;; coming very soon

[Warrdog]

Username;; Warrdog

Name;; Seita

Gender;; Male

Story;; (less than 600 words)

[elliott.]

Name is Victor

Victor used his small arms to rummage through a bag of food items. The Viscet had a large appetite and his lunch bag was like Mary Poppins's purse. He pulled out his sandwich, with a delighted, "Ah!" He then pulled out everything else in order. sandwich, Doritos, pretzels, a small piece of breadstick, grapes, apple and then his two bottles of water. He placed them in a perfect order to where he would eat them. Who said a food addict couldn't also be a perfectionist? He was about to take a bite of his sandwich when a voice called out, "Ey, Victor!" He turned his head to see his best friend, Linden, racing towards him. "'Sup, Li?" The other male Viscet grinned, "Would you like to go for a run?" Victor rolled his eyes, "I'm eating, idiot." Linden returned the gesture. "No duh. I meant after we eat and setle down." That made Victor's attention perk. "Okay! Where?" Linden chuckled at his friends enthusiasm, "The forest, where else?" Victor grinned. This'd be a fun day.

[maritime.]

marking. Might be joining? If not, just watching.

[rem sleep]

Username ;; Trollish
Name ;; Salem
Gender ;; Male
Story ;;
Running through the forest, Salem felt the wind run through his mane. His braid caught in the gust like a wind-chime, billowing freely as his spirit-- soaring above the clouds. Dodging the debris, Salem felt his heart race. Yes... it was here that he could truly be free. He felt exhilarated; like, at this very moment, he was one with the forest all around him. Salem felt that this feeling, this pure adrenaline-- this was worth living for. He felt a smile trace his lips as he bounded over a fallen tree trunk with a powerful burst of strength, launching himself high into the air.

In his sleep, Salem's feet were twitching. It seemed that he was having another vivid dream of the wild, as he quite often tended to. Lightly, his owner gave him a gentle poke to one side-- jolting him awake quite suddenly. He stared, bewildered, with wide eyes at her before slumping back onto the floor, defeated. She glanced over at him with apparent worry, running her hand down the length of his mane and cooing softly, "What's the matter, Salem? Is everything alright...?" She knew there wouldn't be a response, of course, but she felt somehow inclined to ask either way. Salem cast a sorrowful expression, drooping his head a bit more as his ears flattened against his skull.

She knew that Salem could only be in need of one thing. "Come on boy, I think we need some fresh air!" Salem perked up a bit at this notion, hesitantly removing himself from the floorboards and stalking over to the door. His owner collared him and took him out into the open air, walking him along the sidewalk and towards the woods by their house.

When they got close enough to the forested area, she unhooked Salem's collar. Brimming with excitement, Salem dashed into the woods and went to bolting around, rocketing through the brush and flora like a bullet. She felt a smile trace her lips as she looked out at the forest, periodic streaks of orange and blue letting her know Salem was still at it and having a blast. Where his freedom was a bit limited in the house, she knew Salem would always be wild and free-spirited at heart.

[MouseyLavi]

Username;; MouseyLavi
Name;; Rave
Gender;; Male
Story;;
The leaves around him floated down onto the ground as his legs carried him to the woods. His heart raced for he longed to be back into the forest again. After the long winter and changing spring it was finally a perfect day for him to go out. His ears pounded and his heart sank as he got into the forest. Trees around him laid on the ground around his paws. His eyes watered for his forest had been ruined.

His alarm jerked him awake as he laid in his bed panting and trying to catch his breath. He turned his head to his window giving him clear sight of the forest. His body sighed for his dream was wrong. He got out of his bed putting on his scarf and walking out into the forest. It was strangely quiet like his dream but not dead. Walking into the middle of the forest he sat down in his original spot for the summer and listened to the birds gather supplies for their new home. There Rave sat for the rest of the day relaxing and relieving the stress from this morning.