[grifforik]

This one was, probably the most fun to do out of any of the viscets I've done so far ^u^ I hope you guys like the design, and man does Mint make pretty lines! (remember the flowers, and lanterns are items)

Username: Tenlittlesoliderboys
Name: ᴍᴏʀᴘʜᴇᴜs
Gender: Male
Gender for breeding: Male
Owned as of: 6/1/2017

That being said, this will be an unlimited impress me! There are a couple things I wanted to see but other than that, go nuts! Remember the more you put into your form the more likely you are to win, though make sure its quality content and not just needless filler.

Rules:
1. No off site forms.
2. Form must be contained on this topic, you can post a link to any really long stories.
3. Unlimited art, or words.
4. Prettying up is allowed.
5. MUST contain the things I specifically ask for or it will be disqualified.
6. There may or may not be an extension. Just depends.
7. Have fun, and please don't be rude to others, this is suppose to be a friendly comp. ^^
8. The winner will get the transparent version and a copy of the item-less ref.

Form:

Code: Select all

Username:
Name:
Gender:
Gender for Breeding purposes:
Personality: (At least 100 words on their personality)
Story: (Tell me a story about them and flowers. Can be anything, but I would love to hear something interesting about them and flowers. PAINT ME A WORD PICTURE!!)
Art: One piece of art is mandatory. I want to see something of their personality in the art, it dosen't need to be crazy detailed, can be a headshot or anything else simple, just needs to contain personality (so if you put in their personality that they are angry or rude, don't make a smiling headshot XD)
---The rest is up to you.

Mutations:
Great Blooming Antlers - Legendary
Flowered Tufts - Event rare - Roaming trait

End date:
May 18th (30 days)

Itemless ref

[Vixen Luo]

How beautiful!! I'd love to offer relations and such -- not trying out c:

[Aeryn]

oo res

[Hail.]

Very pretty c:
If anyone wants, I'm up for offering relationships ^^ I also have Ahkema that I can offer, too, who is kinda like the winter varrient of this mutation?? X'D

[tenlittlesoldierboys]

ᴛᴇɴʟɪᴛᴛʟᴇsᴏʟᴅɪᴇʀʙᴏʏs - ᴍᴏʀᴘʜᴇᴜs - ᴍᴀʟᴇ (ᴅᴍᴀʙ) - ᴅᴇɪᴛʏ

ᴍᴏʀᴘʜᴇᴜs ɪs ᴀ ᴅɪᴠɪɴᴇ ꜰɪɢᴜʀᴇ ᴛᴀᴋɪɴɢ ᴛʜᴇ ꜰᴏʀᴍ ᴏꜰ ᴀ ᴠɪsᴄᴇᴛ. ʜɪs ᴏᴄᴄᴜᴘᴀᴛɪᴏɴ ɪs ᴛᴏ ᴛᴀᴋᴇ ᴄᴀʀᴇ ᴏꜰ ᴛʜᴇ sᴏ ᴄᴀʟʟᴇᴅ ɢᴀʀᴅᴇɴ ᴏꜰ sᴏᴜʟs, ᴡʜᴇʀᴇ ʜᴇ ᴘʟᴀɴᴛs ꜰʟᴏᴡᴇʀs ᴀɴᴅ ᴛʀᴇᴇs ꜰᴏʀ ᴇᴠᴇʀʏ ʙᴇɪɴɢ ʙᴏʀɴ ᴏɴ ᴇᴀʀᴛʜ. ʜᴇ ʜᴀs ᴀ ᴄᴏɴɴᴇᴄᴛɪᴏɴ ᴛᴏ ᴇᴀᴄʜ ʙᴇɪɴɢ ᴛʜʀᴏᴜɢʜ ᴛʜᴇsᴇ ᴘʟᴀɴᴛs ᴀɴᴅ ᴄᴀɴ sᴇɴsᴇ ᴡʜᴇɴ ᴛʜᴇʏ ᴅɪᴇ ᴏʀ ᴡᴀɴᴅᴇʀ ʙᴇᴛᴡᴇᴇɴ ᴛʜᴇ ᴡᴏʀʟᴅs ᴀɴᴅ ɴᴇᴇᴅ ʜɪs ʜᴇʟᴘ. ᴡʜʏ ᴅᴏ ᴡᴇ ɢɪꜰᴛ ꜰʟᴏᴡᴇʀs ᴛᴏ ᴇᴀᴄʜ ᴏᴛʜᴇʀ? ᴡʜʏ ᴛᴏ ᴡᴇ ɢɪᴠᴇ ꜰʟᴏᴡᴇʀs ᴛᴏ ᴘᴇᴏᴘʟᴇ ɪɴ ʜᴏsᴘɪᴛᴀʟs? ᴡʜʏ ᴅᴏ ᴡᴇ ᴘᴜᴛ ꜰʟᴏᴡᴇʀs ᴏɴ ɢʀᴀᴠᴇs? ᴍᴏʀᴘʜᴇᴜs ɪs ᴛʜᴇ ᴀɴsᴡᴇʀ. ᴛʜʀᴏᴜɢʜ ꜰʟᴏᴡᴇʀs ʜᴇ sᴘᴇᴀᴋs ᴛᴏ ᴜs, ʟᴇᴛᴛɪɴɢ ᴛʜᴇᴍ ʙʟᴏᴏᴍ ᴇᴠᴇʀʏ sᴘʀɪɴɢ ᴀʟʟ ᴏᴠᴇʀ ᴀɢᴀɪɴ.

✓ ᴀɴɪᴍᴀʟs
✓ ꜰʟᴏᴡᴇʀs / ᴘʟᴀɴᴛs
✓ sᴜɴsᴇᴛs / sᴜɴʀɪsᴇs
✓ ᴘɪᴇ
✓ ʙᴇʀʀɪᴇs
✓ ʀᴀɪɴ
✓ ʀᴀɪɴʙᴏᴡs
✓ sᴇᴡɪɴɢ ᴅᴏʟʟs
✓ sᴍᴀʟʟᴛᴀʟᴋ
✓ ʙᴏᴏᴋs / ʀᴇᴀᴅɪɴɢ
✓ ᴍᴜsɪᴄ / ᴀʀᴛs
✓ ʀɪᴅᴅʟᴇs
✓ ᴡɪᴅᴇ, ʟᴏɴᴇʟʏ ʟᴀɴᴅsᴄᴀᴘᴇs
✓ ᴍᴀᴋɪɴɢ ᴏᴛʜᴇʀs ʜᴀᴘᴘʏ
✓ ᴄʜᴏᴄᴏʟᴀᴛᴇ / sᴡᴇᴇᴛs / ᴘᴇᴀɴᴜᴛ ʙᴜᴛᴛᴇʀ

✗ ʜᴀᴛᴇ / ᴡᴀʀ
✗ ᴊᴏᴋᴇs
✗ ᴅʀʏ sᴜᴍᴍᴇʀs
✗ ᴅɪsʜᴏɴᴇsᴛʏ
✗ ʙɪɢ ᴄɪᴛɪᴇs
✗ ᴄᴀʀs
✗ ꜰɪʀᴇ
✗ ʟᴏᴜᴅ ɴᴏɪsᴇs
✗ sɴᴏᴡ / ᴛʜᴇ ᴄᴏʟᴅ
✗ ᴊᴇʟʟʏꜰɪsʜ
✗ ᴘᴇᴀɴᴜᴛs
✗ ᴄᴀʙʙᴀɢᴇ
✗ sᴏᴅᴀ ᴘᴏᴘs
✗ ᴊᴏᴋᴇs, sᴇʀɪᴏᴜsʟʏ, ɴᴏ ᴊᴏᴋᴇs ᴀʟʟᴏᴡᴇᴅ
✗ ʙɪʀᴅs sɪᴛᴛɪɴɢ ᴏɴ ʜɪs ᴀɴᴛʟᴇʀs

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Morpheus is a being pure from the core, literally. All these years he has been alive already, he has never had one single evil thought or acted in just a slightly morally gray way. Even back in the days when he was still young, he tried to spread nothing but kindness and love, always thinking about others first and himself last. He would give everyone a chance, believing in the good of every being on earth and in other dimensions, making him naive and blind to hate and evil. He tried to make others happy, granting them every wish he was able to grant.
And still now, many and many years later, even after all the horrible things he has seen and experienced, Morpheus has only changed slightly. He might not be innocence and credulity anymore, but his heart is still full of nothing else but love. He forgives his enemies without the slightest hesitation and has yet to show anger to anyone who ever tried to harm him, instead he shows sadness or even grief.
He is certainly not a happy-go-lucky guy. He might have been once, while still young, but after many hundreds of years of seeing the true face of the planet and the creatures inhabiting it, he turned into a realist, someone who always sees the things as they are, never trying to put it into a more optimistic or pessimistic light. He accepts whatever happens as it is and is never reluctant to face any challenges the world might offer to him. He is not overly self-conscious, but he still trusts in his own abilities and powers as, after all these years anyway, he knows what he is capable of. But it is also important to know, that he is a pacifist by heart. He despises war and fighting, bloodshed and hate. He has only in rare circumstances ever thought about anything remotely similar to attacking or even hurting someone and so far it has always been nothing more than a mere thought. He even hesitates when it comes to defend himself and rather tries to block off any attacker, than to go for a charge himself.
His big heart has enough place and space for others to stay and Morpheus always makes sure that he reminds his surroundings of this. More than often he acts as if he was the father to any living creature and therefore responsible for every single one of them. If the term “fatherly” was invented for any specific being, then it was for him, that is for sure. He loves taking other creatures under his wing and does not care about what kind of creature they are, how old they are or anything else – if he has decided to act as a father figure on someone, it's decided. Really, sometimes you would almost expect him to start with telling typical dad-stories or him cracking an unfunny dad-joke. He would probably do the latter if he understood how jokes worked in the first place, but even after all these years alive, he still does not quite get what on earth jokes are for and why they are supposed to be considered funny.

ᴜɢɪɴ is the deity who adopted and raised Morpheus, but for him she is, of course, more than just that. Even though he stopped calling her mother quite some time ago, he does not think any different of her now, than he did when he was a young Viscling. As much as Ugin loves him, Morpheus loves her back. For her, he would do truly anything, without hesitation. He never doubts her words and always obeys her command. Since he can think, since she had first hold him in her arms, Morpheus had looked up to her - which he still does, even now, being hundrets of years old. The time when Chronos had locked her away, had been very hard times for him and he still has not fully recorvered from the thought of the potential loss of his mother.

ᴍᴀʟʟᴏʀɪᴀ was one of the closest friends Morpheus had ever had, at least so he thought. She soon turned out to be his worst nightmare and a part of him is still scared of her, even though he probably would never admit that to anyone. She is clearly that one person, that Morpheus should hate with all his heart, but everything he feels for her is sadness. He still, after all he went through, thanks to her, wishes he is somehow able to help her.

ᴅᴏᴠᴇ is Morpheus "delicate bird" and the first person he ever felt true love towards to. Morpheus does and will do everything possible to keep Dove save from Malloria and any other dangers of the world. Besides Ugin, Dove is the second being, that Morpheus would do absolutely anything for, without hesitation. When around Dove, Morpheus feels complete.

ɴᴏᴀʜ is one of Morpheus' closest friends. The deity met the wiccan while he was strolling through a forest, drawn towards Noah's territory because of the amazing variety of plants and anything else that inhabits said forest. Noah invited him into his church at once, the two started causual conversation and became close. Thanks to Noah, Morpheus discovered his love for pie; he has also been taught some basic magic by the wiccan and the two love spending afternoons together, drinking tea and sharing knowledge about herbology.

ɴɪsʜᴀ and Morpheus know each other since practically forever. Before Nisha changed, they used to be quite close and Morpheus learned alot about dreams and their meanings from them. Now, after Nisha has changed, their relationship is difficult. Nisha have turned even against him and have indeed tried to fool him more than once, but he got way more cauteos after the incident with Malloria, so everything they try has been useless so far. Morpheus has tried to help them in some occassions already, but his effords have turned out to be useless as well. Whenever they see each other, Nisha will laugh about his failure and be bitter about her own, while Morpheus will never stop looking for a way to get his friend back.

ɴɪʜɪʟ is the Viscet, that was brought down to earth by Morpheus as an egg. Nihil is the Viscet, that was raised by the old priest, back then being called Nigel. Morpheus had been watching all of the strange Viscet's life, especially curious because of the fact, that with him two flowers grew, and not just one. Morpheus only understood the meaning of the two flowers, when Nihil fell for the voice of a false god, neither realizing that he had been born with his soul split apart.
Although Morpheus knows everything that Nihil has done, he would never dare to destroy the flowers, neither the beautiful nor the rotten one. Since he was the one who created him, Morpheus feels as if Nihil is a part of him, a part of his own story: What would have happened, if Morpheus had given in to his other power? Since he saw, what Nihil had become, he feels like the other Viscet is the answer to that question: They are two halves of a whole. And because Morpheus is the reason for Nihil being alive in the first place, he blames himself for all of the other Viscet's actions, even though he actually is not to blame.

ᴛʜᴇ ʙᴇɢɪɴɴɪɴɢ. ᴀ sᴛᴏʀʏ ᴏꜰ ꜰᴏʀʙɪᴅᴅᴇɴ ʟᴏᴠᴇ ʙᴇᴛᴡᴇᴇɴ ᴅᴇɪᴛɪᴇs, ᴡɪᴛʜ ᴀ ᴛʀᴀɢɪᴄ ᴇɴᴅɪɴɢ, ʟᴇᴀᴅs ᴛᴏ ᴛʜᴇ ʙɪʀᴛʜ ᴏꜰ ᴀ sᴘᴇᴄɪᴀʟ ꜰʟᴏᴡᴇʀ.

Our story begins with a tale about forbidden love. Once upon a time, even some time before the birth of him, whose story is to be told on this papers, there were two deities. Their names have been long forgotten, even back then, they were only known as the opposites: day and night, life and death, light and darkness. And as, especially, sun and moon, as we will call them too.
Sun was strong and powerful. Feared and loved both. Their light was needed even by the darkness seeking creatures on earth and everywhere else, even if just to survive. Not only human beings devoted their lives and religions to sun, but others did too. There are stories of alien creatures, beings from other dimensions and other fantastic and almost unimaginable things. Then there were also all the animals on earth, especially one specific kind, that would even make sacrifices for sun: Viscets. Strange creatures, even the gods and deities thought, but sun loved them more than any other creature existing. Sun loved them so much, they would sometimes take the form of one and wander among them, down on earth.
Down on earth it was, when they met moon, too. As it was to be expected, moon was the complete opposite to sun – not in terms of power, but in terms of how their powers was perceived. While sun was loved and praised, moon wasn't, at least not by the same creatures. There were eerie, misguided figured that would pray to moon because they believed their darkness was of evil kind, but this was certainly not what moon intended. Still, everybody seemed to believe this, even the other deities mistrusted them, so they often spent their days down on earth too, just as sun did, but not because of their fascination with some creatures, but because they were able to hide there.
It were accident circumstances, that had the two of them meet each other. Sun had been following one particular creature, a Viscet, of course, deep into a forest. They have heard quite a lot about this mountain spirit, not quite a deity but not mortal either, so they wanted to find out more. But they lost track of the Viscet they were following and instead suddenly found themselves in front of a big cave. The darkness inside was breathtaking, not even sun's light was able to ban the shadows, but their curiosity grew stronger and they entered the cave anyway.
It is told that, when moon saw the intruder, they changed into a Viscet too – with a pelt as black as the night and eyes as deep as black holes, the complete opposite to the golden gleaming pelt of sun. But it was love at first sight. A love that, both of them knew this very well, was not meant to be and could certainly not last. But they were both desperate for the new feeling they had discovered together with one another.
The other deities did everything in their might to part the unusual lovers. They all knew the prophecy of the scattering worlds, which foretold that should light and darkness ever find together, they would create something unimaginable horrible, that would destroy and swallow not only the worlds of the living, but the death and the deities as well. All of them were aware that the love between sun and moon could mean their ends. So they created day and night, as a possibility to separate them, but they were in love and they both were powerful deities too. It took not long until they found a way to be together again.
Making the day longer and the night shorter, making one a fixed point and the other revolve around earth – whatever they tried, they failed. And all of them were certain, that they could already feel that their doom was closing in. One of the greater deities suggested: One of them had to die. They thought, discussed, negotiated for a whole year, leaving the two lovers believing, that their love still had a chance to be. Then, they came to an agreement: Sun could not die, as this would mean a great loss for all of the worlds – and who knew, what could happen, when their light would fade? It was not worth the risk, therefore it was moon, who was sentenced to death. Still, they hesitated. A kill was a heavy weight on someone's shoulders, even for a deity. They had to be sure that they acted for the greater good.
When the earth was starting to shake and spit fire, the deities finally realized that they had to act: one of them was chosen to fulfill the task – and so it was. Moon died and turned into dead and dusty stone, no longer creating darkness for the worlds and leaving sun all on it's own. Sun's grief was immense, the sky darkened for a great while, until they seemed to have recovered again. Then, at night, the deities saw, that sun was illuminating the dead moon with their light, as if they wanted to create a sign to always remember the other gods of what they had done. And once, on the last they of their grieving, shortly before they decided that for moon, they would shine brighter and warmer than they ever had before, sun shed a single tear down to earth. It fell like a raindrop, sinking into fertile ground.




ᴀꜰᴛᴇʀ ᴀ ɴᴇᴡ ᴅᴇɪᴛʏ ᴇᴍᴇʀɢᴇs ꜰʀᴏᴍ ᴛʜᴇ ᴇᴀʀᴛʜ, ʜᴇ ɢᴇᴛs ᴛᴀᴋᴇɴ ɪɴ ʙʏ ᴜɢɪɴ, ᴡʜᴏ ʀᴀɪsᴇs ʜɪᴍ. sʜᴇ ᴄᴀʟʟs ʜɪᴍ ᴍᴏʀᴘʜᴇᴜs, sʜᴀᴘᴇ(sʜɪꜰᴛᴇʀ), sɪɴᴄᴇ ʜɪs ʟɪꜰᴇ ʙᴇɢᴀɴ ᴀs ᴀ sᴘʀᴏᴜᴛɪɴɢ ᴘʟᴀɴᴛ.

The teardrop stayed unnoticed from the mortal creatures on earth, since it had just looked like a raindrop and rain was not particularly uncommon. But the deities up above, who have been watching sun for quite a while, since moon had been assassinated, of course had their eyes on it. After a few days their thoughts started to wander off, although, away from the teardrop that fell down to earth and towards more interesting things, since nothing has had happened yet. Only a few were still curious: What would a tear of such a powerful deity like sun do to earth? And their patience was rewarded – about one week after sun had shed a single tear, a little sprout was growing on the exact spot the tear had landed. It didn't look in any way unusual – it was just a normal plant. And like a normal plant it grew, too. Slowly, day for day, a slight change was to be noticed, but nothing extraordinary. The deities already wondered if it truly would turn out to be only a plant without any significant meaning or worth. Because if it was special, why did it take so long?
The little sprout started to became thicker and soon, the fragile green stem turned into wood. Now it had the deities' attention back. It was truly an unusual tree, quite small and without any sign of leaves or blossoms, more the shape of a stag's antlers than actual branches. Only sun never seemed to take even one glance at what their teardrop had created. Especially Ugin had a liking in the peculiar tree. Whenever she could, she visited it, investigated it, tried to find the meaning behind it. But even she failed to tell what kind of tree it was; but the absence of leaves and blossoms made her sure, that there was more behind it.
On another day she visited the little tree, it had been gone. All that was left, was a quite big hole in the ground and Ugin wondered, if someone had taken it. But why? And who would? Then she heard noises coming from not far away, decided to investigate and stumbled upon something she honestly did not expect to find: a little Viscling with antlers too huge for his small head, sitting next to a bramble bush and eating the berries while grunting and squealing satisfied. When she drew closer, the Viscling looked at her, the juice, deep purple in color, of the berries all over his fur. She had expected it to be scared, cowed, but it looked at her with sparking eyes full of curiosity. It took her another moment to realize, that the antlers on the young one's head looked just like the strange little tree, that had been sprouting from the sun's tear. It looked like she had been right all along: Of course there was more to it, than it being just an ordinary plant. But was it just a normal Viscet, she wondered, fully aware of sun's love for these creatures, or was the noisily eating creature right in front of her another deity? She only knew, that she could not leave the little one here, so she slowly picked him up, softly smiling at him.
She felt her motherly instinct taking over, the little one had won her heart the moment she had found him. She knew, that she would take him in, raise him and care for him, as if he was one of her own. No matter if he would turn out to be a deity or not. The only matter as of now was, that this Viscling needed her help and she would do anything in her power to protect him. After another glance down at him, he still looked at her with those huge, lovely eyes, she whispered: “I am taking you home, Morpheus, my son.”
~
Under Ugin's wing, Morpheus soon grew up to be a handsome Viscet, stealing every heart he came across. With his charming smile and his almost gentleman-like behavior, there was no one who even slightly disliked him. The deities loved him, and Morpheus did everything to please every single one of them, helping them where he could and in his young years he never showed any sign of envy towards the powers they had, even though he seemed to have none.
Morpheus, although, would prove this assumption wrong, when he was just about two years old. His mother had allowed him to roam around the mortal realm for a while, because he had wanted to see all the different kinds of creatures the other deities often talked about; but what, in the end, had interested Morpheus the most, were not the creatures, although he was stunned by the stag and the wolf and had great joy in watching the butterfly and the rabbit. But it were the flowers, that he felt drawn to. All those different kinds of plants he saw, left Morpheus in awe. And when he returned to the land of the deities, he ran towards Ugin, eager to tell her everything about all the flowers and trees he saw, the berries he ate and the fruit he collected. One particular had caught his attention because of it's wonderful smell: The lily.
But due to his great excitement, he was unable to describe the flower; he just couldn't find the right words that would be suitable for the beauty he experienced. So everything he did was waving around with his paws, making gestures into the air, only making excited humming noises that made Ugin laugh. And then, suddenly, right before them, a light appeared, just for the blink of an eye, leaving a peach-colored lily sprouting on the ground when it disappeared again. Young Morpheus just got even more excited, catching all near deities' attention by yelling: “Look, momma, look! I made a flower!” And the wide smile with which he looked up to his adoptive mother made her heart grow bigger and her feeling so proud.
Morpheus turned out to be a born talent and an amazing learner. He soon was able to create every plant there was and even ones, that didn't even exist, just by imagining what he wanted a particular flower or tree to look like. Some of his creations he was even allowed to bring down to the mortal realm, presenting them to the creatures down there. Especially those who looked like him and many other deities, Viscets, as well as humans, seemed to show great interest and curiosity in every new thing he created. It was obvious that he was happy, because he finally found something that he was special for. And now he loved nothing more than showing and gifting his mother and other deities self-created flower-bouquets.
~
One experience, that shaped Morpheus to a great deal, was the time he figured out something else about his powers. Not only something good, another light side of being able to create something, but a dark side, too. He had to figure out, that he was not only able to give life, but also take it. And only this experience made him into the fatherly protective being that he is known as now.
He had been spending more and more time down on earth, being a young adult, something inside of him had been starting to call for freedom, and free he felt when sitting in between the variety of creations in the realm of the mortals. On one of his strolls through a big forest, he started watching a small family of rabbits, which were one of his favorite animals. And then a thought hit him, pretty much out of nowhere: If he was able to create flowers and trees of every size, would he maybe even be able to create other living creatures, like animals? He decided to give it a try, closed his eyes, thought about a small baby bunny and let his powers to their work. When he opened his eyes again, although, he was disappointed: everything there was, was a batch of lavender, no rabbit in sight anywhere.
Only a few minutes later something was tickling his tail and he turned around to notice a gray and white bunny with huge, floppy ears right behind him. He had no idea where it came from, could not tell if he had created it or not, but for now he did not care. He picked the bunny up, played with him, shared some berries with him and cuddled him. He had enjoyed the company of the small critter for hours, when it happened: He was running around, not really paying attention to his surroundings, when he accidentally stepped on the lavender batch, that he had created. He probably wouldn't even have noticed, weren't it for the bunny, who started squealing, as if Morpheus had just stepped on him. Being unable to do anything for the little bun, he watched it dying in his arms, wailing over the loss and the fact that he was responsible for it's death. Of course he couldn't have known, being unaware of the power itself, but it changed Morpheus to a great deal. You could say it was the moment when he grew up, turning into a tender and protective deity, who has no interest in touching his dark side.
Still to this day only very few know about this side of Morpheus' power, since he only shared it with Ugin, of course, and nobody else. It is a part of him that he is scared of, and he rather praises life instead of just thinking about the fact, that he has the abilities to be not only a life-bringer, but a life-taker too.








sᴏᴍᴇᴛɪᴍᴇs, ꜰʀɪᴇɴᴅs ᴛᴜʀɴ ᴏᴜᴛ ᴛᴏ ʙᴇ ꜰᴏᴇs. ᴍᴏʀᴘʜᴇᴜs ᴍᴇᴇᴛs sᴏᴍᴇᴏɴᴇ ʜᴇ ᴛʜɪɴᴋs ᴛᴏ ʙᴇꜰʀɪᴇɴᴅ ᴀɴᴅ sᴛᴀʀᴛs ᴛᴏ ᴛʀᴜsᴛ, ᴏɴʟʏ ᴛᴏ ʀᴇᴀʟɪᴢᴇ ʜɪs ᴍɪsᴛᴀᴋᴇs ᴡᴀʏ ᴛᴏᴏ ʟᴀᴛᴇ.
ᴛʜɪɴᴋɪɴɢ ɪᴛ ɪs ʜɪs ᴛɪᴍᴇ ᴛᴏ ᴅɪᴇ, ʜᴇ ʟᴀɴᴅs ᴏɴ ᴛʜᴇ ʙʀɪᴅɢᴇ ʙᴇᴛᴡᴇᴇɴ ᴡᴏʀʟᴅs, ᴡʜᴇʀᴇ ʜᴇ ʟᴇᴀʀɴs ᴀɴ ɪᴍᴘᴏʀᴛᴀɴᴛ ʟɪꜰᴇ ʟᴇssᴏɴ.

Indeed, besides Ugin, he had ever told just one other creature of this dark power, that he possessed. That this was one of the biggest mistakes in his life, he clearly did not realize back then, of course, how could he?
Her name was Malloria and she was one of the most interesting Viscets that Morpheus had ever met. Just like anyone else, except a few, Morpheus was blind to Malloria's true soul and intentions and instead only saw, what she wanted him to see: a friendly female, a charming maiden, someone that he could put his trust into. And he trusted her, he truly did. Not being aware of what she was actually after: His heart and his powers.
Morpheus had come across Malloria down on the lands of the mortals. She was not the first Viscet he had met or befriended, indeed he had been on his way to visit a close friend of his, Noah, who was a wiccan and also baked the best pies that Morpheus had ever eaten in his life. But this day, for some reason, he got lost, and suddenly found himself somewhere completely else. Not that he minded about that, indeed he loved to explore unknown territory, so that's what he did. And so he stumbled across Malloria. Morpheus noticed at once, that she was special. Not because of her wings, at least not only because of them, but her whole self emitted something he could not name, something he had never seen, felt or experienced before. Being his usual curious self, he stood still, watching her for a while, trying to figure out what it was, that made her so special.
Then she noticed him and for a moment he thought he saw the glimpse of two angry eyes staring at him, but before he could even think about it, it was gone. And she was it who approached him, started to talk to him. And soon, at least that what Morpheus had thought, he had found a new friend, a soulmate even. He had no idea what it was, but something told him, that he could tell Malloria everything. And so he did. He told her his story, how he was born, who raised him, where he came from. With every minute, every day the spent together, he told her more and more of him, while she kept silent about herself, but he never noticed and never cared. It was enough for him to be able to tell her about his powers, show her what he could do, surprise her with some flowers that he thought she might like. He enjoyed her company and never once would have thought, that she was anything else than the friend he perceived her to be. Whenever she smiled at him, he felt encouraged to tell her more and whenever he gifted her flowers, he was sure, that she was as happy about them, as she acted to be; never sparing a thought that she might just be playing a game.
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If only. If only he would notice the effort she made to win his heart. She has heard of him being naive and innocent, but she would have thought of that to be a help for what she had planned. Could she have known HOW stupid he was? Never. But, oh, he was. He made her furious, furious indeed. With his charming smile of which she knew could win anyone's heart, without him even trying. And his manners, his manners made her sick, so unbelievable sick. He was a ladies' man by heart and didn't even realize. Not that she cared, she cared about other things. But she would have never thought, that he was THAT blunt.
She had been trying to woo him for months now. To be exact, 13 Months, two weeks and five days. Over a year of great effort wasted for what? Nothing! As soon as she had seen how special he was indeed, she had started to make plans. Gain him for herself to keep, a puppet to play with and the perfect addition for all those stupid people trusting her even more. Let's be fair, who would mistrust a lady with such a nice lad by her side? No one, that's who.
At first she was sure it would work. He liked her in an instant, they soon appeared to be as something like friends. He was drawn to her, she felt it. His smiles and his laughter made her confident that her magic worked, that she had wrapped him around her finger. She loved nothing more than when he was feeding off her lies and deceits. She could say whatever she wanted and he believed her. She could ask for whatever she wanted and he would deliver. She was sure that he would be hers in no time.
If only she had known. The mere thought of it made her growl and flinch. She had never before come across such stupidity in her life. 13 months she had been playing with him, had been giving her best portrayal of a cute and fine madam, just for this fool to fall for her. And she thought he did, granting her every single wish, creating flowers and blooming trees for her out of the blue. The beautiful colors made her sick, but she went through it, for the sake of greater goals. And then came the day when she decided that she had him. The day, when she approached him to tell him, to pretend towards him, that she loved him. That she wanted to merry him, wanted to be together with him. Oh she already had had a grin on her face when she was walking towards him, trying to look as adorable as always, when she was around him.
'I love you, Morpheus-' she had said 'I want-' but then he interrupted her, smiling. And then he did, said, what still made her furious beyond compare. She wanted to curse him, tear him apart, kill him. KILL HIM.
'That is good' he had said 'We should all carry love in our hearts.'
And his smile alone had shown her, that he truly did not get, what she had just told him. And then he had turned around and walked away, as if everything had been said. A deity as stupid as that one could not have any significant powers, right? But she had seen what he could do, and she was not talking about the stinking flower-magic he was pulling all day. But that did not matter anymore, she has had enough. Enough. She had retreated for the day, thinking about what else she could do in order to gain what she wanted. At least his powers, if not his heart.
But then, when she had seen him the next time, she had lost any voice of reason.
'He had it coming.' She had whispered to herself. A simple, short spell and her worries were no more. A wide smile on her face she watched the surprised figure of the other Viscet, burning like a bonfire.
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He saw Malloria walking towards him and he wanted to smile and greet her, as always, but something was odd. Something was clearly not right, but it took Morpheus a moment to put his finger on it. Then he felt a heavy weight in his guts, realizing: She was evil. She was wicked. She wanted to hurt him. The dark, thick fog-like aura around her was impossible not to notice, but he had been blind for it all those months. She had drawn her into her spell and he was falling for it. Only now, way too late, he was able to see who – what – she really was. And it scared him. He tried to speak, hoping he could talk reason into her, but it was already too late. The pain was immense, the heat even more. He stumbled around, but it was no use, she had cast one last spell onto him, she had set him on fire, burning him alive.
In one moment he felt the fire on his skin, licking on his pelt, feasting on his life energy - and in the next moment it was gone. He suddenly felt a cold breeze, shivered and slowly opened his eyes, almost afraid of what he would see. He had to admit, he was surprised. He had no idea what he expected, but it was certainly not this: he was standing on what appeared to be a bridge, surrounded by nothing, truly nothing at all. It was not darkness, not light, no sky, no earth. Nothing. But, strangely, he didn't feel worried. He felt alright. Was this, what death felt like?
Morpheus looked around, confused about what he saw: the bridge was a crossroad, leading towards different gates and the sight of the creature in the middle of the crossroad made his heart grow light. “Ugin.” He whispered, slowly walking towards her. He had long ago stopped calling her mother, but she would never cease to be the one who raised and loved him. “I don't understand. Where am I? Am I... dead?” Before, he had always been sure that he was one of the immortals. He was a deity, after all, wasn't he? But who was he to know the answer? Didn't Ugin, who he was devoted to as her son, just find him? Who knew, that the stories about his birth weren't mere stories? “We are all stories in the end, Morpheus.” She smiled at him, warming his heart, making him feel save. And then she touched him, stroke his fur, like she used to, when he was still young. “But, no, my dear, you are not dead. There would be more needed than a poor mortal witch's fire to make me lose you, my son. It just appears you finally found your place.”
Morpheus although was no longer listening to the other Viscet speaking to him. Instead, he had his eyes fixed on a creature sitting on a stone figure, which he could swear hadn't been there before, to the right near one of the gates. A bird, a huge bird of immense beauty, such he has never seen before. And he could swear that it's feathers were on fire. “What is that?” He asked. He felt drawn to the bird, as if it belonged to him. “This, my son, is a phoenix. And it is you.” - “Me?” He looked away from the bird back to Ugin. “He is you, as much as you are him. He is the fire embracing you and you are the spark to enlighten him. He is the embodiment of your powers, Morpheus. Through the mortal's fire, they finally were freed.”
“I don't understand.” - “Close your eyes and you will.”
Although it sounded odd, Morpheus trusted Ugin with all his heart and life, and so he did. He closed his eyes and waited – but nothing happened. He could feel the seconds passing, minutes passing, had no idea what he was actually waiting for, but he waited. And then, it could have been an hour or even a day later, he was not able to tell, a gleaming light blinded him, although his eyes were closed. He slowly opened them, blinking into what appeared to be his phoenix, revealing a new sight: Ugin was gone, instead there were many other beings, from different species, on the bridge, most of them walking towards one of two gates. Morpheus knew, without anyone having ever told him that, that these gates lead to the land of the living and the land of the death. But his eyes rested upon one particular creature, a young girl from the human species, who stood in between the gates, clearly looking lost. And at once he felt that Ugin was right: He understood.
Quite slowly, he approached the human girl and smiled at her. For a short moment, he questioned himself, how he would be able to speak to her, since humans and Viscets did not speak the same language, but figuring, he'd give it a try, he asked: “Little one, are you lost?” She looked at him with a puzzled expression but after a few seconds she smiled too. Her scheme flickered, for one moment he saw her looking different – hurt, full of injuries and bruises – and then, just the blink of an eye later, she looked all fine again. “I think so.” Her voice was as soft as a primrose, it really fit her yellow hair, Morpheus thought. He was, although, not really surprised, that she understood him. “I don't know what happened. Where am I? Can you help me?” Her eyes were as green as a summer meadow, he thought. With his huge paw he gently touched her hair, nodding. “Dear, I cannot tell you where you are, but I can tell you where to go. Follow me, please.” He turned around and walked towards one of the gates, over a long and winding path. He did not turn around once, he knew she was following him, as he could feel her little hand buried in his feathers.
After a while he stopped, right in front of a huge gate, that was just closing again. Before it closed completely, Morpheus was able to see a beach during a thunderstorm. But when he opened it again, the beach was gone. Instead, there was a hospital room filled with people. Two nurses, a doctor and two people, man and woman, probably the parents of the patient. And the patient herself was just the little girl standing next to him – he could not see her, as the doctor and the nurses covered the view to the person lying on the bed, but Morpheus just knew. Gently, he pushed the primrose-girl towards the gate, saying: “You have to go this way. They are already waiting for you.” For a moment he lowered his head, looking at the girl, then he looked back of the scene behind the gate. The parents were grieving, afraid to lose their little daughter, who now was releasing her grip from Morpheus' feathers and nodding. “Thank you.” She said, then she stepped through the gates and Morpheus watched the surprised and happy expressions on her parents' faces with a smile on his own. Yes, he understood. He found his calling.
And so Morpheus started spending most of his time on the bridge and lead lost beings their way. It were not only humans, of course, who needed a guide, but individuals from every creature on earth. And, of course, he was not always able to guide them towards the gate that would lead back to life – indeed, more than often he came across individuals that were lost on their way to the lands of the dead. He felt sad every time, when he knew, that someone's time had come, so whenever he could spare even just some minutes, he would walk through the gates and pay his former protegees a visit. He was glad that he finally found what he was there for: To help the ones who were lost. To help them find the right path. And when he was not guiding someone, he was watching over all of those, who crossed the bridge and walked the paths. He made sure that they were able to enter any of the gates in safety. Because he knew there were beings just waiting for others to cross the bridge, so they could do their way with them. Morpheus, of course, made sure, that this never happened. Under his watch, everyone was safe. But he had to be honest with himself – there was something that was still bothering him. He felt as if something was still not quite right, something was missing. But he could not tell what it was.








ᴏɴᴇ ᴅᴀʏ ᴄᴀɴ ᴛᴜʀɴ ɪɴᴛᴏ sᴏᴍᴇᴛʜɪɴɢ sᴘᴇᴄɪᴀʟ ʙʏ ᴛʜᴇ sᴍᴀʟʟᴇsᴛ ɪɴᴄɪᴅᴇɴᴛ. ᴅᴜʀɪɴɢ ʜɪs ᴅᴜᴛʏ ᴏꜰ ʜᴇʟᴘɪɴɢ ʟᴏsᴛ sᴏᴜʟs, ᴍᴏʀᴘʜᴇᴜs ᴄᴏᴍᴇs ᴀᴄʀᴏss ᴀ ɢᴀᴛᴇ ʜᴇ ʜᴀs ɴᴇᴠᴇʀ sᴇᴇɴ ʙᴇꜰᴏʀᴇ. ᴏᴘᴇɴɪɴɢ ɪᴛ ʀᴇᴠᴇᴀʟs ᴀ ᴡʜᴏʟᴇ ɴᴇᴡ ᴡᴏʀʟᴅ ᴀɴᴅ ɢɪᴠᴇs ᴛʜᴇ ᴅᴇɪᴛʏ ᴀ ꜰɪɴᴀʟ ᴘᴜʀᴘᴏsᴇ.

Long after he guided his first being towards one of the gates and shortly after he had accompanied one of thousands more, he strolled around the lands of the bridge, a little restless, having nothing to do. His phoenix flew off into the wide endlessness of nowhere, Morpheus watched and decided to follow him. Soon he found himself crossing paths that looked different to those he had been walking on all along. There was grass and he could see trees and even a blue sky, instead of the nothingness that had been around him all along. Then suddenly his phoenix landed on a gate, which looked very different to the ones of the lands of the living and the dead. In fact, it looked like one of these garden doors, that he had often seen being used by humans. He tilted his head, taking a closer look at the gate: It looked normal, very normal, he also could not sense anything extraordinary. Vines were growing on it and behind it, a path was leading down a meadow of beautiful green, full of flowers and trees of all kind.
Carefully he touched the gate – nothing happened. His curiosity took over, so he slowly pushed the gate open and since his phoenix flew off into the beautiful landscape at once, Morpheus decided to follow him again. He stepped on soft grass and he felt as if his breath was sucked out of him, he was in such awe of what he saw before him. The garden seemed to be endless, the sun was warming his fur and he stepped further between different kinds of plants, some of which he had never seen before. He touched them all gently with his paw and noticed that they seemed to call out to him, speak to him. And he could hear whispers growing, coming from behind some big rocks, when he got closer to them. Suddenly he was surrounded by small creatures, which almost looked like tiny phoenixes, but not quite as bird-like. They seemed to be happy about his arrival and Morpheus watched them with joy, while they were dancing around him in the air, singing and laughing, some of them saying: “You have finally arrived!”
Although he had no idea where he was, somewhere in his heart he knew, that he belonged here. Whatever he had always sought after, while he was leading lost souls on the right path, he had found here.
He soon found out that the small creatures called themselves porteurs de lumière – bringers of light. They were former souls inhabiting earth or other lands or universes, until they died and where reborn through flowers, right here in this garden, which they called jardin des âmes – garden of souls. Morpheus' question, why they would speak the human's tongue of french, they replied laughing, that they did, because it has a nice sound. Morpheus still doesn't understand, why that would be considered funny, but he went with it anyway.
What amazed him truly, were their stories. Born through flowers, they had said. He knew someone too, who had been born from a flower: Morpheus himself. And this truly made him think. Was he a bringer of light too? Was it meant from the beginning, his birth and even before that, that he would end up here? Was this place his true home? His true calling?
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He soon found out the answer to this question: Yes. Yes it was.
The tiny creatures that showed him around, some of them being eager decorating his antlers with some flowers and small lamps, in which some of them always accompanied the big Viscet, explained him, that every plant growing in this garden represented a being on planet earth, not only including the lands of the living, but also of the dead and the lands in between – the land of the bridges and gates. Which explained the name of the garden – garden of souls. The bringers of light were here to care for this garden and tend to the flowers, some of them since endless centuries, and they have been awaiting the arrival of the shapemaster since forever, they told him. The shapemaster, that was supposed to be himself, Morpheus figured. An interesting name, which obviously came from the fact that he was able to create living beings out of flowers, if he desired to, something he found out while he was just a small Viscling.
After a while, Morpheus showed the bringers of light what he could do: He created a flower out of nothing and out of nothing something else appeared: A small bubble in the air, reflecting a scene that showed something happening on earth, in the land of the living – a Viscling hatching from it's egg. Of course Morpheus was also aware of what would happen, if he was to destroy the flower, but under no circumstances he would ever again allow himself to do that. The bubble disappeared, but Morpheus didn't need it anyway. Just by looking at the flower, a small and delicate violet, he could tell how the being it belonged to was doing. This one flower was no exception, he was able to create a bond with every single plant that was growing in the garden of souls – just by a single glance he could tell how the creature was doing, how they were feeling and if they needed him or not.
Only after a short time Morpheus noticed, that his powers were growing with every minute he spent in the garden. While he loved taking care of all the plants there were, the bringers of light still did most of the job and it was rarely ever necessary for him to grow a plant and let a creature being born from it. Instead, what he found to be his true calling, was in some way the opposite: Morpheus could feel every birth and death happening somewhere in any of the lands; and for every birth of a creature he planted a new plant, being the perfect mirror of the soul of each individual. When a being died, he would make sure that the flower would hold the soul of the deceased forever, so they could keep on living in the lands of the dead in peace. And whenever he felt, that a creature was lost, he would go to the bridge and lead them towards the right gate. Sometimes, although, if he felt that a fairly young individual was dying, he would start to sing a song to their plant; old, ancient words that had no meaning to anyone but him, his little creatures of light and the plants around him. And the plant he sang to would turn into another bringer of light, helping him to take care of the endlessly growing and sprouting garden.
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An old Viscet, priest by profession, was sitting on a rock, a fishing rod in his paws, longingly staring at a family of ducks. Since his father died, which had already happened many years ago, he was alone. Yes, there still was the whole village which he served, and of course there was also his god, but none of the two were truly what he was longing for: a family. If only he had ever found a mate, he thought. If only he had ever been able to raise a son or daughter, his life would be so different now. Oh, perhaps he would still be sitting on this rock, fishing, but his son our daughter would sit besides him. Oh, maybe he would even have two children, his daughter could have been picking flowers or reading the bible, next to him, while his son would be digging for worms in the ground. Oh, if only... but now, he was too old, he reminded himself. Too old to be a mate for a sweet female, too old to be a father to a son or daughter. He was a father to all the people in his village, but at the end, it was not what he wanted, what he longed for.
What the old Viscet did not know was, that someone, not the god he prayed to, but another deity, had been hearing his prayers and feeling his desires. And this deity, Morpheus by name, could feel, that the priest wanted nothing more than a son to raise and teach. And a son, the deity decided, it was, what he should get. With a soft smile on his face, Morpheus looked at the blank batch of earth and grass right in front of him. He closed his eyes, whispering ancient magic words, and he felt his beings of light surrounding him, curious to see, what he was going to create. A light emerged out of the ground, a flash for the blink of an eye. And then, it was gone, and Morpheus looked at his creation with great confusion: Two flowers, but not identical ones. He was used to creating more than one, from time to time, twins always had a flower each, but these would still look the same. Those flowers, although, did not. They came from the same stunk, he realized, which made it just even more odd. One of them was of a heavenly blue, while the other looked rotten and burnt. For a moment he thought about destroying the flowers again, but he already held an egg in his paws too, and he had sworn himself never to end a life ever again.
He caressed the soft shell of the egg, for a moment longing to keep the Viscling to himself, but then he rose from the ground and wandered towards the gate. Even if he truly wanted, he would not be able to. First, he had no idea how to care for children; and second, his task was it, to care for and protect the garden of souls. All of these souls were his children, they all needed him and therefore there was no time to be selfish. So he left the garden, the egg still in his paws, and entered the world of the living, to present the old priest with his long-wanted son. Carefully, he placed the egg into the water, knowing, that the stream would carry it right to the old Viscet. He watched the scene for a moment, then he turned around and left again.
Soon, he would find out the meaning behind the two flowers. But would he ever regret not destroying them? Never.








ʟᴏᴠᴇ ɪs ᴀ sᴛʀᴀɴɢᴇ ᴛʜɪɴɢ. ɪᴛ ᴍᴀᴋᴇs ᴛʜᴇ sᴛʀᴏɴɢ ᴡᴇᴀᴋ ᴀɴᴅ ᴛʜᴇ ᴡᴇᴀᴋ sᴛʀᴏɴɢ.

Morpheus has never before really thought about the feeling that was described with the word love. Not, when he was a young god and still not now, older and more wise. For him, whatever he felt might have been affection or admiration, but never love; love so far has always been a mortal's sin, as that what he thought it was. Not that he would ever think that any mortal was in any way lesser than him, indeed he valued the mortal realm even higher than the lands of the deities, but for him, love was not meant for the immortal soul. Instead it was for those, whose lives were doomed to be short. Something to make it worthwhile, perhaps. An immortal feeling for a mortal soul, you could say. So that at least a part of them, when they deceased, would stay behind.
But when a certain delicate flower entered his life, his mind changed as fast as his heart could beat when caressing it's soft, fragile petals. Indeed, it was not a flower, that caged his heart for the first time, but a small, dainty cherry tree, always blossoming, never bearing fruit. When Morpheus first planted it, it was just a mere plant indeed. Beautiful and full of life, but they all were. He watched it grow over the years, feeling drawn to it more and more. But he would have never dared to even think it could be something close to love, not until that one time, one of the countless times he entered the mortal world. There he saw him and he knew in an instant that he was his dear, pastel cherry tree. Morpheus knew from experience, that the plant always somehow represents the being it is planted for, and Dove was no exception.
Normally not keen on approaching and talking to just anyone, as long as it was not necessary, he stepped closer to him at once. But then he saw her. Malloria. With him. He remembered her quite well, from the days back when he still was a young, clueless deity, still searching for the meaning of his existence. He had liked her, he recalled. She appeared charming, lovely. But one day she showed her true face. Without her, Morpheus had to admit, he would not have discovered his powers and abilities, at least not that soon, but he certainly had no intention in thanking her for burning him alive. And there she stood, side by side with this delicate bird. Dove. Morpheus could see her dark aura surrounding him, a thick fog that he missed to see when he first met her. He knew, that she had cursed him, put him under his spell. A part of him wanted to run away, feeling the flames licking on his pelt by just looking at her. But another part wanted to free the bird, which wings she had cut down. With all his heart, he wanted to see this bird fly again.
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“You?!” A single word it was, that brought his mind back to reality. Malloria had seen and recognized him. Morpheus knew, why she was so surprised at seeing him - by her means, he should be dead. After all, she burned him alive and probably watched him die. He had no idea what she saw, but at least he could certainly say, that she watched him burn in the hopes of returning his flesh and bones to the almighty. But was he angry at her for wanting to kill him? No. He has never before felt anger and did not feel it now. What he felt was only sadness and sorrow. He actually felt sorry for her and her corrupted heart, but he had no way of helping her. Her destiny was already settled many, many years ago, even before he had planted her flower, only a short time after he had made acquaintance with the true Malloria and not the mask he fell for in the first place. But only then he had to realize that the stories of pure black souls were no mere stories.
He remembered the blooming of the flower as if it had only been yesterday. He was not keen on planting one in the first place, considering his personal history with her, but it was his job, his life occupation, so he went on with it. And what bloomed did not only scare him but also his beings of light, small creatures, former living souls, that helped him taking care of the garden, and every other deity he showed the flower to. None of them had ever before seen such a thing. A purple flower that seemed to bleed black goo, which attracted insects, which it then would devour. When it was fed, it would turn completely black, showing it's true inside even from the outside. He had do admit, he had thought about killing it, thought about tearing it out of the patch of earth that was slowly turning black and sick looking from the goo that emitted from the flower. But until this day he had not dared to touch it, too afraid what it could do with him. He did not allow any of his creatures to come too close to it either. He did not trust that flower any more than he trusted Malloria. And even after all these years, she still scared him.
But now, at least, he knew, that she could not harm him. But she could harm Dove and he was not willing to let this happen further. He came a step closer, still no sign of anger in his eyes. His pelt prickled from the memories of his last meeting with her, but other than that, he stayed calm. “Malloria.” He said, still getting closer. Slowly, hoping she would not notice, his eyes wandered towards the other Viscet, Dove, and the burn from his pelt took over his heart. Then he looked back at her and had to resist a shiver, as suddenly, when he was looking into her eyes, the heat was gone. Instead, her gaze made him feel like he was taking a bath in the arctic sea. “You should be dead.” She said, perfectly hiding her surprise, instead her voice was as sharp as knifes, cutting through the air. Morpheus wanted to get her away from the precious bird, so he could put him under his protection. “I should thank you, Malloria”, he started, trying to somehow confuse her, so he could draw closer to Dove, in order to reach him. Then, his phoenix could spread his protective wings over both of them, making Dove unable for Malloria's reach. “As only thanks to you, I discovered my powers and finally found my true calling”, he kept on talking, his eyes fixed on her. At least she had not yet noticed what he was up to, which was good, because otherwise she might still have the chance and get away, taking the bird with her. But he couldn't let that happen.
He gazed at Dove again, this time looking directly in the other Viscet's eyes. Without truly realizing what he was doing, he stretched out a paw towards the other male, who, to Morpheus' pleasant surprise, took it. And this was the moment Malloria realized. “NO, you won't!” He wouldn't have thought it would be possible, but it was: her dark aura thickened even more, her eyes gleaming with hate and anger. “This time, I will make sure you burn forever.” And while she cast her spell, a golden light, a blinding fire, emerged from out of nowhere. A huge bird, spreading it's wings around Morpheus and Dove, keeping them save from the wrath of the witch. “Hold onto me.” Morpheus said to the other male. “And I will promise you, you will never be hurt again.”



ᴀʀᴛ ᴅᴏɴᴇ ʙʏ ᴄᴏᴍᴍᴀɴᴅᴀɴᴛ
ᴍᴀʟʟᴏʀɪᴀ ʙᴇʟᴏɴɢs ᴛᴏ ᴛʀᴜᴇ ᴋɴɪɢʜᴛ
ᴅᴏᴠᴇ ʙᴇʟᴏɴɢs ᴛᴏ ᴛʀᴜᴇ ᴋɴɪɢʜᴛ
ᴜɢɪɴ ʙᴇʟᴏɴɢs ᴛᴏ ᴊᴀᴍᴇs

[Mint Chip]

markings to watch ; if I had more time to spare I would try out

[Lioashu]

mark

[serotonin.]

Marking!

[gouache]

Mark !

[Placebo]

Yeah this was such a busy, tiring month for me I couldn't even write my second story ;u; I'll use it for something else, I quite like it

Congrats to the winner!