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"Geez, I thought you found buried treasure or something!"

It was a stormy night, thunder crackling and lightning striking through the black skies. The land was shrouded in darkness, only to be lit up by the white flash of lightning. Rain was falling lightly on the blades of grass and other greenery, causing the terrain to become slippery and slick with the fallen water. A nearby river had overflown with the amount of rain that had fallen through the heavens.

Suddenly, there was a war cry, and the land was soon engulfed in swift shadows.

The silhouettes let out battle cries and met their opponents with tooth, claw, and the sharp tip of a weapon. Snarls and growls arose from their throats, along with the strong bile of hatred, ferocity, and sometimes vengeance. Their cries filled the night, along with the roaring thunder and lightning. Claws met underbellies, teeth met throats, and weapons met chests. Many rose from their hiding spots and ambushed the others. Many fell while fighting, desperately trying to rise again to defend their nation and their leader. Many fell.. and never got up again. The scenery was so violent, especially when these beings, viscets, were very peaceful.

But this was a new era.

It was the start of a war, one that would last for an unknown amount of time. Seers and their apprentices have tried interpreting the day when the war was going to end, but all of their calculations were incorrect. Many knights and soldiers tried to act as if they were the ones to end the war, and performed a wide range of risky and undeniably stupid acts. Of course, some were caught in the act. Some stopped each other and themselves from doing so. Some were even killed. These actions consisted in many absurd things, like banishing the use of supplies made of stone or throwing away a common delicacy- of course, these hoaxes were always debunked. One act that was so common was capturing or even killing a certain member of another nation. The common target was a high-ranking viscet, and even the king or queen of that nation.

With multiple ranks in each nation, anyone could doubt that harm would come to their leader, for every viscet is highly devoted to their leader- and nation. It was highly difficult to bring a leader down due to the protection of a nation. They were also known as "extremely powerful" viscets- in one way or another.

The storm became lighter, but the conditions of the fight worsened. Many viscets retreated to receive help, bring in some backup, or just in plain fear. Lightning flashed through the sky, striking the ground as thunder tore through the darkness. The battle raged on, with many down to the ground, either dead or injured.

Meanwhile, a clutch of eggs was hidden under the ledges of a rocky outcrop, huddled together in a neatly-woven nest. These eggs were from a viscet, who must've abandoned them for whatever reason, may it be on purpose or accident. They were safe from the storm, despite the occasional drop of rain falling on one of the painted egg shells. A chill went through it, causing the egg to shudder ever so slightly. The eggs were due hatch any moment now.

One of the eggs shook.

The viscling inside was pushing hard against it, trying to break free from the familiar yet enclosed white cavern. There was a soft sound of a crack, and a few moments later, a small bundle of fur tumbled out. Then a whimper split the air. More eggs wobbled and began to slowly split open, the sound of small cracks erupting from the nest. They all hatched, all except for one.

The six visclings were whimpering, but they also spoke in awe, curiosity, and fear. "M-Ma..? Ma..!" That was all they ever said, but their tiny, intelligent minds rambled on and on with many questions. After looking around, they all turned their focus on the seventh egg, which still lay there, unhatched and untouched. "S-Sister? B-Brother?" Suppose they should set him or her free from the egg, they thought.

Suddenly, the loudest thunder ever known crashed through the stormy sky, and the longest branch of lightning struck. It's bright flash engulfed the area, not in a white light, but an orange one.

A crack was visible on the egg shell.

The youngsters whimpered and squealed, glancing frantically at their surroundings, oblivious to the seventh egg. Confusion was flung into one another, along with even more fear. "What's that?! Ma! Where are you!? H-HELP!"

There was silence. Stillness. Nothingness, only a black, endless void.

Suddenly, something was there. The crackle of.. something.

It awoke her from her slumber.

Something was pressed around her. It held her in, never letting go. It was a familiar embrace, but also unfamiliar. She pushed against it, but it wouldn't give in. She wanted to be free! She wanted.. out! She pushed again. Nothing. And again, and again, and ag-

She fell sideways.

Tiny claws scrabbled against the surface of what was keeping her in, and she pushed hard. With one, last heave, she-

Crack!

A cold chill seeped inside. It was calling her to get out. Luring her to freedom. Of course, she answered. She wriggled, and the crack grew bigger and wider. She nosed her way through, and then..

A cold atmosphere was surrounding her, causing the little viscling to shiver. She wouldn't dare whine or whimper, for she felt something watching her- her sisters, she found out. Their scent told it all, for it was familiar from the start. Her hearing was already beginning to sharpen, easily making out her sisters' words of concern and relief, tinted with curiosity too. They surrounded her, causing the younger viscling to feel safe.. and prickly, for they were just too close. She growled, a high-pitched sound that rose from her throat, then twisted around to snap at them, or at least one of them, releasing a measly squeal. Of course, her sisters stood back.

The six sisters were already up on their four paws, and their eyes were already wide open. It was the seventh sister's time to rise.

But.. How could she open her eyes? How could she walk on such spindly legs she had? Suppose she could just rest.. or not!

Slowly, her eyes opened, a white brim of light seeping into her sight as her eyelids revealed bold, slit eyes. The viscling audibly gasped at the area around her, blinking once, twice, then staring at everything in sight.

Now she wanted to rest, for the sight and wonders of where she was born amazed her, despite the conditions.

The sisters cautiously surrounded their prickly sister, curiosity sparking once again. One of them, a viscling with a striking blue-and-yellow design and white, foggy patches on some parts of her flank, got closer than the rest and jabbed her resting sister in the ribs. The younger sister squeaked in annoyance and in pain, and managed to twist around and actually bite her sister on the nose. She staggered as she tried to stand, trying to sink her tiny teeth into her sister's nose.

They fought, yet their attacks were timed very wrong.

The small skirmish was soon interrupted by a shadow that blocked the light of the night, and an uneasy atmosphere was set among the visclings. At the edge of the rocky outcrop, a viscet stood there with a stoic expression, but his eyes glittered with curiosity, but also hostility. The visclings stared at the mysterious figure, cowering under his cold gaze. They didn't know what to do.

A growl rumbled deep in his throat as he looked behind himself. Suddenly, the stranger yelled out at the dark surroundings behind him.

"WINNIFRED!!!"

A few moments passed until another voice piped up.

"Yeah, Regale?"

"COME LOOK AT WHAT I FOUND!"

More moments passed, then another figure slipped up from behind the male, muttering several insults under her breath. Head held high, she glowered down at the seven youngsters, her tail lashing crossly as her ears were lowered. After observing the bunch, she sniffed in disdain.

"This is what you found? All that yelling and snapping for a group of visclings? Geez, I thought you found buried treasure or something!" the female growled, turning to her companion.

The male huffed, returning her annoyed glare with a snarky grin. "I wasn't yelling, I was just simply calling your name."

A moment of silence passed as the visclings watched the older viscets squabble on and on. A new feeling was on the atmosphere, lingering in the air for a long time. It was fear, an emotion that struck deep into the core of every living being. An instinct.

Suddenly, the viscets gave each other a curt nod, then glowered down at the seven visclings.

Regale spoke, rather loudly. "Alright you ragtag varmints! It's time to- HEY!" A cuff to the head interrupted his speech.

Winnifred snarled, raising her tail threateningly again. "You idiot! These aren't scouts! They're visclings! They won't do anything because they barely hatched!" Her companion opened his jaws to speak again, but the female snapped at him. "You know what, let's just take them, and we'll leave Malinta decide the fates of these little ones!"

The flame-furred male seemed to cower at the name "Malinta."
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