[grifforik]

Ahhhh its pretty colors. This one will end at the bottom of page 2!

(messed up the numbering on this one ^^' so its 1020 now, using a number we skipped awhile back, so it dosen't repeat, so sorry x.x)

Username: madras
Name: Flare
Gender: Male
Gender for breeding purposes: Male
Owned as of: 3/3/17

Rules:
1. Ends at the bottom of page 2. Will not accept entries after that.
2. Stick to the word limits.
3. No off page forms.
4. Have fun!
5. If you are passive aggressive, rude, or any of the above and you win an RU or HM it will be take and given to someone else who's nice. I'm sorry to have to keep posting that but it has become an issue. Its pretty sad.
6. Edits are fine.
7. Will end 1 week after the last post on page 2.

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[Sullivan Maurus]

Username: Amxen no.XV
Name: Twilight
Gender: Male
Gender for breeding purposes: Male
Personality: Twilight is a very laid back, chill Viscet. Like a warm, late summer afternoon breeze, he is calming to all who feel his presence. He enjoys helping others, and wants nothing more than for the world to be a peaceful place. However, he often finds violence in the form of hunting. Twilight has noted that Viscets, among many other animals, are targets for hunters. Their colorful furs make them perfect trophies. This has made him a conservationist, and he fights for the protection of endangered animals as often as he can. He also just doesn't like hunting in general, and even his own diet mostly consists of plant matter. He enjoys sun sets and long walks, often disappearing for days on end. He's also a lonely soul, never one to have a caring family or caring friends. While he does enjoy the loneliness to some extent, he wishes for some form of conversation from time to time. Whoever is fortunate enough to meet him will find themselves full of joy and happiness, as Twilight has the habit of making everything and everyone around him smile.
Short story: Twilight walked the rolling hills, the soft grass yielding to the pressure of his paws. The smell of late summer filled the afternoon air, spread by an occasional, cool breeze. He was doing nothing in particular, simply on a relaxing walk. He stopped to glance around at the landscape. Nothing but green as far as the eye could see... Beautiful... Simply beautiful... He thought to himself. He continued his walk, but not for long. The sweet silence, which was often broken by the rustling of the grass in the breeze, had been broken by another sound. He cocked his ears, trying to pinpoint the source. Eventually, he looked up, to see a helicopter not far off in the distance. Closer, however, was a herd of animals, most likely bison, charging. The rumbling grew ever closer, and Twilight felt fear surge through him. He turned and started running, joining the stampede. Not long after the bison had him surrounded, all charging in one direction, away from the humans. Twilight couldn't look up, as he needed to focus on running forward. However, he heard the sickening crack of a rifle from above. One of the bison fell forward, and the other charged over it, leaving it behind in the dust. However, some others got hung up on the carcass, and a pileup soon formed. Twilight found himself running out of breath and slowing down. The only thing that kept him going was the warm breath of a bison on his neck. Eventually he decided that the best coarse of action was to jump up onto one of the bison and ride it out. Twilight lunged up onto the bison in front of him and climbed up onto it's back and held on to it. He turned and looked up at the helicopter, which was so low that the wind generated from it's spinning blades nearly made him loose balance. Twilight knew he needed to stop the humans. He stood up on the bison's back and lunged at the helicopter. He grabbed onto the side of the craft and attempted to pull himself into the helicopter's side door. The humans inside tried to kick him off, but he managed to climb in. He took the guns from the humans and threw them out of the craft. He watched as they scrambled to the pilot and told him to land, and land they did.
Other: (1 extra, can be one pic or 200 more words.) WIP.

It's like 2 in the morning. I'll finish this as soon as I get up tomorrow and have my coffee.
Sorry if edits aren't allowed.

[ThatDragonAdara]

Username: ThatDragonAdara
Name: Horizon
Gender: Male
Gender for breeding purposes: Male
Personality: Horizon is quite a young Viscet, but that doesn't make him any less sure that he will establish a permanent territory, and maybe even a pack of is own. Although he is not as athletic his siblings, he is very friendly and confident, resolving most problems with intellect rather than brute strength.

Short story: (wip)
The fallen leaves crunched as the creature placed its foot on the ground, its prey being so close, yet it needed to get a little bit closer.. The rabbits fur bristled and its ears shot up, swivelling to try and detect the source of the sound. There was another rustling of leaves and the rabbit looked up in fear, and standing a few feet away from him was a large brown and gold creature, obviously wanting a mid-afternoon snack. It opened its mouth and lunged at the rabbit, but only managed to get a mouthful of dirt. By the time it had spat out the leaves, the rabbit was already gone. 'Great' Horizon thought, shaking his head causing his fur to bristle. He hadn't seen a rabbit in at least a month... They were one of the only things he could find to eat at this time of year, and he may have just blown his chance at a meal. A pigeon cooed in the trees above him, as if it was mocking him for his embarrassing attempt at hunting. "What are you looking at?" Horizon said, sounding a bit upset. He sighed with frustration, his breath turning into mist as it touched the cold autumn air. He thrashed his tail back and forth, causing the leaves to fly everywhere, and took a few steps forward to see if he could find the rabbit again.

Other: His hunting ground: http://cdn.paper4pc.com/images/forest-i ... aper-1.jpg

[universal song]

Username
wilddog990

Name
Lillian

Gender
female

Gender for breeding purposes
Female

Personality
She is out-going and super hyper. Always ready for a challenge, that's for sure. She loves a good prank but she can get a bit sarcastic. Okay, a lot sarcastic. Mostly she is joking around but when its time to get serious you would be surprised of how serious she can get. Also, she is super protective over anyone who has earned her trust. It takes awhile for her to truly see you as a friend. Don't worry though, she has a great act if you don't know her well! She isn't a drama queen but a great actor.

Short story
An owl sounded off far away as Lillian crept towards a wide cave. She let out silent call the echoed through the towering caverns. Dropping onto all fours, she did a hop into the mouth of the cave. A rumble sounded behind her that cause her to dive behind a rock. She turned to approach the exit but wait. Where was the exit? Letting out a startled cry, she tore down through the tunnels until she saw a sparkling light up ahead. She rose onto her two legs and walked slowly into the light. Blinking her eyes, she realized she was in a crystal cave. Lillian loved sparkly things. She grabbed as many as she could carry and continued to travel down the tunnel till she emerged into a hidden valley. Her kind was everywhere and a sparkling lake stood in it all. She hid her gems and went for a joyous swim. She still lives there to this day.

Other
She has a pet owl named Tora.

[ABeardedDragon]

I was gifted a viscet this month so I'd like to gift this to Macyduke! <3
Username: ABeardedDragon
Name: Calida
Gender: Female
Gender For Breeding Purposes: Female
Personality:
She's a friendly viscet with a cheerful attitude, there's always a smile on her face, somehow. If asked what her goal in life is, Calida would say to make people happy. She is selfless, putting others and her work over herself and her free time. She takes pride in her work. It's easy for her to tell the truth of her actions and she is a very honest girl. She is responsible, often taking the lead in tense situations, able to stay calm. She finds herself taking the blame for others more often than she'd like. Calida is skillful and seems to master new skills a little more easily than most, as well as excelling in ones she practices a lot, such as her smithing. She has an creative touch and appreciates art. She always aspires to do better and looks up to many others.

Confidence is something she lacks when it comes to trying new things; she dislikes stepping out of her comfort zone or breaking a routine, she avoids dares like the plague. Though she may be honest, she tries to avoid telling the truth straight and up-front, instead tending to 'beat around the bush'. She also tends to try avoid going out of her way to socialise, preferring to spend time by herself. At first, she's usually sceptical of other's and their intentions. It's common for her to judge others harshly, and too quickly for her own good, but she keeps it to herself in order to keep up her friendly appearance. She can be immature and petty over small, insignificant things. Sometimes she is distracted easily, normally by her own thoughts. Too curious to resist asking intrusive questions often causes problems for her; she struggles to keep her nose out of anything.
296/300

Short Story:
Fire. The warmth engulfed her, she reached into the flames. A sheet of metal clamped on the end of her tongs. It was held down flat on the anvil behind her. A steel hammer in her hand. She pounded it into the glowing red iron. Deaf to the metallic ringing, thanks to her earplugs. Calida looked up and smiled at the waiting customer. The end of the sheet began to thin. She turned the metal on it's side, hammering until the point began to taper. Repeated for the other side. A blade. She put the sword back into the flickering fire. From the corner of her eye she could watch the strange viscet in the dimly lit doorway. She could see the faded amber glow of the flames dancing across his grey face. Calida had certainly never seen him around the town before. A traveler perhaps. What she couldn't understand is why he was here; the town was quiet and not often spoken of. Or even more importantly, those clothes. A traveller couldn't possibly wear an attire like that; not suited to the hostile forests around the town and certainly not clothes you want to run through mud in. Her ear twitched as she examined every button and stitch on his clothes, until she noticed his glare.

Her eyes wandered to the stone ceiling, looking over every crack. He coughed. Calida jumped slightly and glanced down at the sword.
"Snap," she muttered. She put the blade into the water by her side. The satisfying hiss made her relax a little. Until she felt the thick stream surrounding her. The blade bent slightly in the middle. Overheated. With a sigh, she put the sword back into the flames. Her eyes narrowed as she forced herself to focus on just her task. She hammered the blade until it turned flat once more. She looked up at the viscet by the door.
"There's a slight problem," Calida said.
"What is it?" He asked.
"Well, it's nothing really," she mumbled.
"I'd like to know," he said, folding his arms.
"It's just," she paused, "I, I overheated the blade. It's a little more brittle but it shouldn't matter too much."
"Are you sure?"
"Yes, but um, it's not much of a difference," she said.
"That's okay," he replied. His eyes narrowed slightly as he leaned against the wooden door frame. She gave him a wide smile before turning to work. Her smile quickly faded. She closed her eyes and bit her lip, shaking her head once.

There was an awkward silence, apart from the hammer, as she continued to work on the sword. She placed it into the water for the final time while she put out the fire. Faint smoke continued to rise from the forge, though the smell was still strong. Calida pulled the sword from the water, small droplets traced across the floor as she moved it to the bench. She slid it into the leather sheath before she handed it to the waiting viscet.
"Here you go, sir," she smiled.
"Thank you," he said as he handed over a heavy bag of coin. He turned to leave.
"Oh, wait!"
"Yes?" He asked, dragging out the word with a hiss. Calida paused for a moment.
"What are you doing around here?" She asked.
"What do you mean?"
"Well, why would someone like you come to this town?"
"None of your business," he said. Without another word he left and had already started walking down the cobble path.
"Bye, have a nice day!" Calida shouted after him.
594/600

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Username:
Name: scotch
Gender: male
Gender for breeding purposes: male
Personality: (Under 300 words)
Short story: (Under 400 words)
Other: (1 extra, can be one pic or 200 more words.)

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[DragonCave]

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Username:

DragonCave

Name:

Serafina
xxSerafina is a name meaning "burning one" in
xxmultiple languages, Fina and Sera are both
xxcommon shortenings of it.

Gender:

Female

Gender for breeding purposes:

Female

Personality:

Serafina is a viscet who, while she may not be too fond of herself, gives her love to others. That's not to say that she really doesn't like herself, but she'd just much rather focus on others and their needs. Though weary and quiet around strangers, Sera's presence is always known among friends. She is an absolute mom friend, even more so than her friend Xian, and she'd be damned of she'd let any harm come to them. Unfortunately, this has led her to be very standoffish, especially around others she or her precious friends dislike. There are almost two sides to her entirely; one, a mother, and the other a fighter. While not around the friends she feels like she has to protect, she's often around another group of friends who are much less vulnerable. With these friends, Sera is often rather rough and more outspoken. Serafina's constant self-doubt™ lead her to constantly be trying to prove worth to herself and others. She operates almost like a wolf. If you're her friend, she's friendly, loyal, sweet, very protective, humorous, and will tease you (out of friendship). However, if you've wronged her or her friends, it can be quite different. She'll be cold, standoffish, vengeful, confrontational and as much as she'd like to deny it, actually rather rude. Over all, Serafina is a loyal friend who would rather not get in a fight, but would for the right reasons. (239 words)

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(Under 400 words)

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(1 extra, can be one pic or 200 more words.)

why you gotta play my weaknesses like that. I love these colors sm lol
WIP

[Softballpup12]

Username:
Softballpup12

Name:
Flicker

Gender:
Male
Sexual Orientation:
Bisexual

Personality:
Flicker is a very anxious viscet, always looking to please others before himself. To Flicker, the highest amount of power a person can have is to be liked by others. He is a quiet, very introverted, INFP-T, a mediator. He hates fights and just wants everyone to be happy. He can find the good in everyone but himself, and he completely follows his values and ideas of who a good person is. He loves any type of art, whether drawings, books, or movies and plays, but he loves to imagine the world as if it was a fantastical thing. He always questions himself, and rarely speaks above a whisper. He's a loyal friend and ally, but he tends to have a hard time communicating his thoughts, unlike the rest of his personality type. He is very optimistic, and can always be counted on to lend emotional support when needed. He is very shy, but often has wonderful and creative ideas that have inspired others to do things. Flicker always tries to help others, but he himself is very insecure. Many of his friends see him as "girly" because of the way he talks, speaks, and even looks. Flicker also tends to be more reserved and quiet than even your average introvert, and he tends to take criticism personally, not getting mad at the other, but believing that he didn't work hard enough at being a good person. Flicker strives to be the best person he can, but he never meets his own standards, though in other's eyes, he's a kind, soft-hearted boy who just wants to be liked by everyone.
269/300 words

Short story:
"Oomph!"
That was the sound that came out of the person that Flicker ran into yesterday on the bus. When her stuff scattered on the ground, he turned bright red and froze.
"S-s-sorry," He whispered, eyes wide.
"What? I can't hear you?" She replied, tilting her head and smiling quietly. Flicker cringed, closing his eyes before raising his voice slightly and responding.
"I-I said sorry,"
"Oh! It's fine! My name is... Well, you can call me Esa, all my friends do! Where you headed? We can sit together!" She offered, nodding to where she was about to sit down.
"S-sure? I'm Flicker." He replied softly, smiling. "I'm just headed home."
"Well, I'm headed to go see a movie! Want to come?" Esa asked, slipping into her seat.
"Which movie?" He asked, taking a seat next her, tilting his head as he warmed up to her.
"Well... That's the problem. I have no clue..." She replied, blushing. "Any ideas?"
"We could see A Dog's Purpose? The book was really good..."
"Sure!" Esa replied, shooting him a grin! "I'll buy the tickets! You, you're buying popcorn!" Flicker replied with a tentative smile.


Other:
(1 extra, can be one pic or 200 more words.)

[Morta]

Username: + Dark Age +
Name: Cairo
Gender: Male
Gender for breeding purposes: Male
Personality: (Under 300 words)
Short story: (Under 400 words)
Other: (1 extra, can be one pic or 200 more words.)

WIP

[Flowerlily]

pulling out ^^