Username: Cry_Like_A_Wolf
Name: Huron (known as ‘Lord’)
Gender: Male
Thank you so much! I adore this guy... aaaa Huron will be loved!!
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username:
Cry_Like_A_Wolf
name:
Huron
gender:
Male
gender for breeding:
Male
Unique Skill:
Firefly Attraction
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Attracting fireflies has always been Huron’s skill. His bright tail flashes in the dark with the movement of his ears. Fireflies often swarm around the warm colored viscet, pulling him this way and that.
Huron’s favorite activity is running along the east coast on a full moon. Watching the moon rise while the sun sets behind him is so satisfying... especially with a small bottle of figi water by his side having just eaten coffee flavored frozen yogurt. It always seems, with this combination, that his ears twitch perfectly... and even in those silent yet glorious cold nights on the shore, Huron manages to attract a lightning bug to enjoy the night with him.”AAAAAAAAAAAAA!”
Huron jumped with surprise, his ears flattening against his head tightly when a drunken viscet screamed on the beach down the way. This wasn’t unusual, yet startling every time nonetheless.
He dipped his head and looked around, his bright, deep eyes wide and alert. The moon was red, it’s fullness and massiveness somewhat engulfing. It seemed so close to the earth that it would crash into it.. The night was cold. It was, after all, only 60 degrees in the dark... and windy. It was gorgeous, and the water was so cold it could numb your toes in seconds.
“Anyone there?”
Huron looked up for a moment, watching the stars. “I know some have died here, I don’t mean to worry you.” Flicking his ears, his tail flashed, and sure enough a little lightening bug landed on the viscets nose.
I am here.
Smiling, he looked down his nose. Are you lonely? At least you have a view... eh?
The viscet talked with the firefly, whose name was David for a long while, until the moon was right above them. It didn’t make sense, how this creature had been through so much. And now it was to live for eternity.
Death was inevitable, and once a viscet realized it they would become bright when they passed. Huron was the only one who understood this.
Others viscets assume the brightness of the old wives tale was the stars... that each pure viscet would turn into one. Huron knew the falseness of this as every night he spoke with the dead. The fireflies.
It was far too long before Booclah managed to fall asleep. Every time he would try to fall asleep, the buzzing of a firefly would ring in his ears and the creature would want to tell their story. Understandable, really as all they have is themselves. The dead can’t speak to each other.
With a final flick of his ears that read ‘goodnight’ to those around him, Huron dozed off with lightening bugs covering him like a blanket... killing him into a dreamy sleep.
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Personality
Quieter when alone but loud around
others, somewhat distant
Likes
The beach at night, coffe froyo,
fireflies, memorials of the dead
Dislikes
People who litter on the beach,
guns, fog
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║╚═════════════╝ Huron jerked forward, gasping for air... his lungs were filled with something. Something moving. With a loud cry, some sort of bug began to pour out of his mouth onto the floor... they were all dead. They were lightning bugs.
This couldn’t be happening.
The wind picked up and the black specks began to whirl around him, bringing his body to the ground in fear, but the ground was burning... burning... burning!
Huron realized it was a dream. And that the fire in his feet wasn’t real... but it felt real. The fear crept into him of if he could die in his dreams.
“Get away!” The viscet cried, the tip of his tail lighting on fire while the bugs clung to the bright light of his appendage. They climbed up it, onto his back and down his legs... and over his chest to his arms. “Please get off of me!”
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“Are you here now? Oh good!
Let me tell you about the
Lights of the Dead!”
The lights of the dead is an
old wives tale.
When a viscet dies, they
either become light or
become darkness. If a viscet
has lived a good life and has
accepted their death, they
will become light. If a ‘cet
has lived a sinful life and has
fought death and cannot accept
it, are dark. If a viscet, once
dead, realizes their mistake
and accepts their fate they
will become light.
However, look at the sky for me.
What do you see? If it’s day out,
don’t look! I’m speaking of the
night. You see stars, yes? And
darkness around them? Good,
good... this is what many
believe to be the light and
the darkness. The very sky
above them.
... but I know the truth.
The lights are the fireflies,
and the darkness is in your
nightmares. They both will
haunt you whether you
realize it or not.
Do, please, stay safe.
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Huron lunged forward when he woke up to find the lightening bugs that had been on him in his sleep, gone. Everything had been a dream... he hadn’t vomited out the dead.
The viscet had dreams like this every so often. It seemed he would visit hell in his sleep. The damned of the dead, attacking him- engulfing him and making him believe the unbelievable. They were Satan’s devils, trying to get him to fear death again... to make him have their fate.
The skelecet wasn’t going to let them though. He knew the only reason he was so hated by the demons is due to his skill. Hearing the dead’s stories from their own mouth only made him grateful for his own life and his own inevitable death. He went around and told others the stories, and while it wasn’t from the dead themselves he knew the stories better than any other.
Huron is one of the most tired yet energetic viscets you’ll ever meet. His sleep schedule is completely messy due to his gift and his eyes often dry out... leaving him passed out mid day.
Word count: 799, 99 part of extra
Other extra count: 201
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by Yugi » Tue Sep 11, 2018 10:04 am 
