Username: Grifforik
Name: Flicker (or Flick)
Gender: Male
Friend story:
Flick dogged through the streets, grubby and underfed, he was trying his best to keep himself alive, but it was hard for a little viscet in the middle of a city as large as this one. He never knew his parents, but he had dreams that he would find some some day. He could only hope it was soon, for he was awfully hungry.
He paused outside a darkened door, the smell of meat cooking making his stomach clench painfully. He was almost desperate enough to scrounge through the trash outside the Inn, but he knew there would be nothing, everything was used here, the scraps went to feed pigs or used for fertilizer for plants. He sighed, telling his stomach to be quiet.
He turned away from the building, and ran smack dab into another viscet, he stammered an apology but she only smiled at him.
"Hi, I'm Amy," she said, brightly. He was confused, why would this pretty, clean smelling creature talk to him? He wasn't use to anyone being nice to him, usually he had to dodge curses and cuffs from others, and she looked as if she had enough wealth to keep her nice and fed. He hesitated, but she pushed a little further, saying hello again, and before he could say anything her tail moved, and looked at him, it smiled and he stared at it, awed, he'd heard of viscets with tails that had a mind of their own, but thought them myths.
"What is that?" He asked, softy, mesmerized.
"I'm Ally," the thing said, and then smiled at him. He didn't know it at the time, but it was the turning point in his life. Amy and Ally talked to him and in a daze they managed to take him home to meet their equally strange parents, who fed him and helped him clean up, and decided that he would be, in fact, living with them for as long as he wished. It was the first time in his short life that he'd ever had a true friend, and he cherished the memory of their first meeting.