[Yugi]

Staff custom for James.!

Thank you for asking me to transfer over this precious, lovely girl ; O ;
Her items will be done soooon~! I need to sketch, line, and color them still, but I'll notify you once they're done <333

Please feel free to let me know their details below when you can, James. <3

Username: James.
Name: Pigeon
Gender: Female
Claimed on: 6/24/18

Minor Mane - UC | Mammal Ears (Feline) - UC | Docked Tail - R

[magpiemochi.]

MY GIRL!!!!! OH I'M SO HAPPY TO HAVE HER!!! you did such an amazing job with her, yugi. I can't thank you enough!!! just you wait >D <33333333333

her name will be Pigeon, and she'll be a lil lady ;u; also take your time with the items!! <333

Without a name of her own, the only things she ever heard were, "hey!" and "get outta here!" Her mother was poor and her father worked himself nearly to death only to make a few coins; just enough to feed her and her baby sister. The unnamed viscet took it upon herself to scrounge for the leftovers from other viscets in the village around the castle. Most of the time, the tiny viscet was chased away with a broom, but sometimes they wouldn't relent in their pursuit. Over just a measly apple, she had been chased almost to her own home, but she needed to lead them on the wrong path so that she wouldn't bring danger to her family, which placed her miles from home. She made it back home, but being as malnourished as she was, the walk back was brutal and she wouldn't be able to go out for the next few days until she had recovered her energy. It was like that since she could remember, but as time went on and she started to grow from a small viscling to an adolescent, thievery became second nature.

She grew cocky and a tad bit arrogant when she was on the streets. It wasn't like her at all, but if she was going to survive, it was required. Through the years, the viscets around her finally gave her a name. It was supposed to be a way to mock her, but she reveled in it. Something that was hers; something she could keep. Something that absolutely couldn't be taken from her no matter what.

A name.

Her behaviour, the Nobel's noticed, was much like a pigeon feeding on scraps being left behind and then fleeing without a moment's hesitation. Pigeon had been her newly acquired name.

After the death of her parents from a home raid by a group of nearby bandits, Pigeon grew careless. Her sister wasn't dependent on her anymore, so she took more risks for a bigger payout. She started to break into the castle to take any golden items on display, pawning them at a nearby trader. In her carelessness, she was caught by a guard one night, and they had no problem throwing her into the castle jail to rot the rest of her life away. If it were any other viscet, they would have been out in a little over a week, but they had been looking for Pigeon. Waiting for her to slip up, and she certainly did. They were going to make her pay for it.

Locked away to never see the light of day again, she began to think back on her life. The dirty and broken viscet wasn't angry or upset, but rather regretful. She didn't regret doing what she had to in order to help her family; she regretted being careless. In the beginning, her cockiness was an act, but as soon as she lost her parents, she allowed it to get the better of her, and she turned into a greedy monster. Every night, Pigeon would cry to herself, silently begging for her parents, if they were able to hear her wherever they were, to forgive her. She knew how disappointed they would be in her if they knew what she had become: a rotting prisoner.

It was a day just like any other when the door leading to her cell opened. She didn't look up to greet the guard who was bringing her a piece of bread and dirty water. She didn't do much of anything at all, only stared out the tiny barred window, longing to feel the warm grass under her paws once more. Her ears perked up this time when she heard a voice. A voice much different from the normal guard —- smelled different too. This scent was pleasant and made her feel as though she wasn't trapped behind bars for just a singular moment. Hesitantly, Pigeon turned to face the other viscet, and she very nearly audibly gasped when she saw the little Prince of their realm. He said nothing more after his initial 'hello'; only looked at her with a curious expression. She wanted to say something. She wanted to tell him how honoured she was to be in his presence, but a feeling of guilt crept up her spine. She wasn't worthy to be in his presence, and she was sure he could see every emotion inside of her just from the look of dismay against her features.

A warm smile was offered to her, and just like that, the Prince disappeared. At first, Pigeon was confused and upset over their very brief encounter, but as it happened more and more often, she started to find joy in it. Instead of feeling as though he was silently mocking her with every visit as she did the first couple of times, she began to feel as though he actually enjoyed her presence. It wasn't long before she realized the Prince had relieved the guard of his duty, and he would bring her food instead. Not bread and dirty water, but cooked chicken and fresh biscuits straight from the royal kitchen.

These silent meetings continued on for months, leading into years, until it all of a sudden stopped. The visits stopped, the meals stopped, and she was met with loneliness and stale bread once more. Tired and angry, Pigeon didn't touch the bread offered to her, and instead spent her time in the corner of her cell, wondering if it had all been some sick game, until weeks later, she caught a whiff of that familiar scent.

"I'm sorry." Came the familiar voice which spoke only two words. Two words more than he had ever offered her in all of their times together. Pigeon found herself twisting her body in order to look at him. It was impossible to keep her eyes from widening as she saw him donned in something much different than when she saw him last. It had become completely clear, especially as he lifted a paw to insert a key into the lock of her cell, that her Prince had become King, which explained the sudden absence. But why was he releasing her from the cell? She had stolen from his parents, she had stolen from his village, she had stolen from him; what was it that he possibly saw in her?

That specific question was never answered in words, but the circlet against her head and the throne on which she sat answered the rest of her questions she had asked herself in that moment when he unlocked her cell years before.

the Prince/King mentioned is Roman, who is owned by milo.

[Yugi]

Updated and added, you're all set to go, James <3
Asdkjdsjdss my heart oh my g o s H ; O ; I love her even more now, oh goodness; I can't wait to see what you do with her in the future!!

[magpiemochi.]

a beautiful Lady ;u; I just adore her sm

[milo.]

AHHHHH SHE'S HERE!!!! SHE'S HERE AND ROMAN IS SO IN LOVE WITH HER, SHE'S BEAUTIFUL!!!!!
AMAZING!!!!!!!

[~Teya~]

Omg I read Pigeon's story and that just makes me love her even more X_X

[magpiemochi.]

Omg I read Pigeon's story and that just makes me love her even more X_X

AAAAAAA thank you so much, Teya!!! ♡♡♡