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[FluffyBirdie]

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Kitsucorn's Name: Weylin
Meaning: Son of the wolf, Celtic
Gender: Sees himself as male



Why am I dangling off the edge of a cliff, spouting rhymes and glaring at a smug villain? Good question.

It all started when some kitsucorn, wrapped in a cloak with the hood obscuring their face, rudely shoved past us, right as I was about to explain how I was going to create the power of flight to my friend, Vamier. The kitsucorn glared angrily at us, as if we had moved to block their way. "Oh I'm sorry!" I called sarcastically after them, feeling irritated enough to consider using magic. No one shoves past me like that!
"Don't, Weylin, you know better than to do that." Vamier said, shaking his head. "And did you see what they was carrying?"
"Of course! Who do you think you're talking to? I reckon that package must be important, that kitsucorn was holding it like their life depended on it." I nodded, grinning. "And so you know what we're going to do?"
Vamier sighed, silver dust already sparkling out of his horn. "I know, I know. We're going to go after that kitsucorn, for no other reason but to satisfy your curiosity. Come on, the faster we do this the faster we can actually go back to what we were doing."
I laughed, pleased he knew me so well, and started casting magic as well. Bright blue celtic knots shimmered into appearance around my horn, and both of us slowly faded, until it seems like we were never there. Using magic always made me excited, especially knowing my magic was stronger than everyone else. I had two tails, after all, why would my magic be weaker?

Now invisible, we crept behind the other kitsucorn, trying to keep up while staying quiet. It was a lot harder than expected, as Vamier had hooves, which makes more noise than my paws, and we kept colliding. "Stay on your side." I hissed to him, glancing up often at the kitsucorn in front of us, watching for a sign that they knew we were here. "How am I supposed to follow that guy if you keep stepping on my paw?"
"We're on a mountain path, there's no room." Vamier whispered back, and I was about to argue when I noticed the kitsucorn we were following had stopped, standing there as if waiting for someone. Their horn started glowing, throwing out white lines, and before I can react, they spun around, shooting something bright out of their horn and hitting me.
"What was that?" I cried, my concentration broken and my invisibility gone. "I'm blind as a bat!" I blinked, clearing my vision to see the other kitsucorn smirking.
"Your stalking skills are pitiful. Were you even trying?" The kitsucorn said, their smile the only thing visible in the darkness of their hood. "But now I feel a lot better, having caught someone on my tail. You were curious about this, weren't you?" They held up the package, waving it tauntingly.
"As if I want that piece of junk." I retaliated, standing proudly. "I was just curious why you were bumping into kitsucorns like you're drunk." I looked around as I spoke, wondering where Vamier was and hoping he was planning something big. Not that I needed help or anything. "Your magic didn't even do anything special, and you call yourself a thief. I guess you really wanted to give kitsucorns some grief."
At this, the other kitsucorn laughed, thumping a paw on the ground. "Are you even listening to yourself? And I never said I was a thief, who wanted to give kitsucorns grief." I frowned, thinking through what I said before, before my mouth opened in soundless horror. Blue celtic knots appeared around my horn, like I was trying to counter their magic.
"You're making me rhyme!" I said, too shocked to think. My magic failed! "That's a crime! Are you kidding me? No wonder you're filled with glee! I'm still rhyming! What bad timing!" At this point, I was stumbling around, forgetting we were on a mountain and the path was narrow, with a steep cliff on one side.

And that was how I ended up dangling on the edge of the cliff, glaring at the kitsucorn I now think of as 'villain' for making me rhyme. I would love to tell you I was heroically fighting the villain and they pushed me off, cursing me with rhymes as a final blow, but that was so far from the truth there was no point telling it. The villain grinned, pleased with the result, and walked off, probably deciding there was no way I could climb back up, two tails or not. They would be dead right (haha) if it weren't for Vamier, happy to pull me up right after laughing his hoof off.
"Not so arrogant now, eh?" He said, nudging me with a hoof and snickering. "That had to be the best thing I've ever seen, even better than when you thought you were strong enough to take on two bands of bandits."
"Shut it! Or I'll quit!" I growled in frustration. "Where were you anyway? Why didn't you join the fray? And how do you stop this? It's the opposite of bliss!" I huffed and decided to ignore Vamier when all he did was a bad attempt to stifle his laughter. "Let's go finish what we started, I intend to chase that kitsucorn down for what they did to me. And I'm curious about that package, don't you agree?"
Vamier stopped hiding his laughter and laughed merrily, tears in his eyes. "I need to learn how to do that. And I was waiting for a good chance to jump in, not expecting you'd stumble straight off a cliff. What a blow to your ego!"
"It's pride, not ego, and if you keep laughing I'll invent a horrible spell, right now. Let's go already, I want to make that kitsucorn bow." I marched off. No one, absolutely no one, humiliates me like that! My charm floated around my horn, revealing the path the kitsucorn took. The two of us took off, charging after the villain, Vamier already busy using his magic to make us run faster. Normally, his ease at making himself run at incredible speeds is extremely irritating to me (not because I lose or anything), but since he's sharing that power, I quite like it.

I caught up in no time, skidding to a stop before the kitsucorn and grinning, not even out of breath. "Hand over the package, kit. I don't have time for any of your wit."
"Ha!" The kitsucorn said, throwing back their head to laugh at the sky. "You can't look tough while rhyming at the same time. Seriously, did your intelligence decrease with the added tail?" They pulled off their cloak, revealing their appearance and face. I gasped and took a step back.
"You! You're the evil shrew!" I exclaimed, horrified.
They pouted, rearing up on two legs for a moment. "I'd prefer you not to call me shrew, a lady has her pride too, you know. I guess it had to rhyme." They (or maybe she, since they said they was a lady. Or she said she was a lady. I'm confused) huffed, before smirking proudly. "But from that expression, I assume you have heard of me, Wyranie, the great kitsucorn witch?"
I smirked back, hopefully even prouder. "Nope. Never heard of you."
"W-what? Then why did you react like that?" Wyranie asked, frowning.
"To distract you." At this point, Vamier's silver dust drifted over, and before she could react, a silver cage fell from above, knocking the package from her hands and trapping her. Vamier came over then, having hidden himself nearby.
"That worked, surprisingly." He said, laughing uncertainly and looking around the cage. "A miracle."
"Do you like my cage?" I asked, ignoring Vamier and his doubting of my skills and picking up the package. "And lady, you can't underestimate kitsucorns with two tails. I broke out of that rhyming spell ages ago, I just kept pretending. You were tricked from the beginning." Feeling smug, I opened the package, before gasping for real and groaning. "Don't tell me all that work was for a book?"
"It's a valuable tome, over five hundred years old." Wyranie hissed, her horn glowing and throwing out white lines. Whatever she was doing, it definitely wasn't working. Not when my magic was stronger. "It holds many secrets of this world."
"I don't care." I huffed, about to throw away the book when Vamier took it instead.
"Wait, it might be good. You like adventures, right?" He asked, opening it to a random page. "And look, this tome is all about unexplored places and hidden treasure. We can check it out, or we can always throw this away." He moved to the edge of the path and waved it jokingly. A smile tugged at the corners of my mouth.
"Well then, you got me. To another adventure we go!"

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[Xhat]

" I am the voice of the North Wind. "

A shrill wind cut through the rocks, howling and spinning, stirring the snow as it made its way about. Sheets of snow danced along with the gale, covering the land in a blanket of pure white. Dark, craggy rocks stretched up towards the sky, their forms tall and imposing. And among the rocks, the wind, and the snow, a dark figure moved. Slowly, ever so slowly, it pressed through the blizzard – its shadowy form obscured by the thick snow. It lifted its head, staring off into the wintry landscape. A faint glow illuminated its face; framing bright, narrowed eyes and a set frown. The glow seemed to fizzle, setting off in small sparks of light. Then, all of a sudden, the glow vanished. As if they were startled, the figure turned and ran. The snow continued to fall.


Username ; Xhat
Name ; Quilo - a Roman mythology name referring to the North Wind.
Gender ; Identifies as a male, despite his species having no predominant sex.


With a snort, Quilo made a sharp turn, the glow emanating from his horn suddenly fading. The heat that had once beat down on his face lingered, though it soon dissipated when the snow and the wind slapped against his form. Grunting lightly, he lowered his head and continued on at a canter. Paws thumping against the snow beneath him, the Kitsucorn was practically numb. Powder snow flew up in chunks as he ran, and yet Quilo paid no heed. He only wished to get away.

It had been a long while since he had seen anyone up here, Quilo thought. His pace slowed slightly, and he lifted his head into the snow. Suddenly, the golden jewelry decorating his body felt heavy. A sigh escaped his parted jaws, and so his body drooped in return, showing just how winded he was. He had been so focused on escaping from the sightline of that thing to realize that it had also been a good while since he had ran so fast. Cold brushed against his fur, and absentmindedly he fluffed himself. In such an instance he could’ve used his magic to warm himself, yes, but ever since that had happened… Quilo shook his head. He didn’t want to think of it any further.

Lifting himself once more, the dark Kitsucorn readied himself to continue on. In that moment, all his feelings rushed back to him in a painful blitz. Gritting his teeth, Quilo began to move, realizing what he truly felt like up in these cold, unforgiving mountains.

He felt lonely.


Charm ; When Quilo utilizes his magic powers - which is rare - his horn glows. It also seems to "spark";
small orbs of light resembling the embers of a fire smolder around the entirety of his horn. They spark
and fizzle out, just as a fire would.
Personality ; Quilo has always been a solitary Kitsucorn. All his life he's enjoyed his own company, and
for all that time he didn't need anyone else for companionship. He also has a horrible tendency to push
others away without knowing. Domineering is another trait that describes him well, for when Quilo is
placed in a position of leadership, he becomes excessively controlling. Although, he is not without his
merits. When he was younger, Quilo worried for his friends' well-being, and did everything in his power
to help them. This innate instinct has grown distant since then, especially since he's the last one on the
mountain, but it's safe to say that deep down he still wonders how the others are doing.


Paws now dragging through the snow, Quilo silently thanked those above for the fact that the blizzard had near subsided. The snow still clung to his fur and it chilled him, but he had long grown used to the feeling. Within due time a large awning came into view; the mouth of a cave, ominous in stature. He did not shy in the face of it, instead increasing his pace and ushering himself towards the cave. Relief washed over him as he took cover. The snow no longer blustered against his inky coat, and the cold no longer stung his eyes.

Stalactites hung from the domed roof, dripping water down into ever-expanding puddles. Quilo nearly ignored the water pooling along the ground, but that’s when he caught a glimpse of himself in a nearby puddle. Ears perking, he padded closer; entranced by his reflection.

Despite the meager light filtering in from outside, Quilo could see himself clearly. His charcoal fur sparkled with the remnants of snow, highlighted by bright markings the colour of the night sky along his side. Spots of white that were not snow decorated his spine, running down to his rump and along his tail. As he turned to examine himself, twin tails twined behind him. Around his neck and legs sparkled bands of gold jewelry; a bright red gem glimmering against his neck. Then, for the second time that day, the memories that he hated began to filter back. His shining, golden eyes hardened, and his mouth twisted into a scowl.

A growl rumbling within his throat, the Kitsucorn turned and stormed over to where a fluffy bed of moss was waiting. Flopping down, Quilo curled in on himself and descended into a slumber.


After a moment of simply laying there, Quilo found that he couldn't sleep. No matter how much he tossed or turned, sleep kept evading him. Scowl still present on his face, the small creature turned where he lay, twin tails flicking in annoyance. If he couldn't rest easy, why would he simply stay here idly? So, with that thought in mind, he got to his paws.

Ears low against his head, he slunk towards the back of the cave. There was a small hole on the side of the rock wall, just large enough for Quilo to squeeze his way through. With a grunt and a little wiggle, he made his way inside the hole, following a winding tunnel through the cave walls. Eventually, he came across an area where light filtered through. Bounding forward, he burst into the open air, looking down from where he now was. And there he sat, looking down from the peak of the cave, snow buffeting his form. And that was when he truly allowed himself to relive his memories.

Bodies surrounded him, chests heaving in the cold air. Laughs rang out across them, a joyous melody unique to each of them. Kitsucorns, all of them. Quilo found himself entangled in the group; looking down on his past self. A younger Quilo pranced with his friends, laughing and having fun with the rest. Snow beat down upon their backs, but not one of them cared.

Young Quilo paced forward, eyes bright and tails bushy. He beckoned to the others with a paw, gesturing to the forest and willing the others to follow him. They took his word, bounding after them with smiles on their snouts. Slowly they made their way towards the forest, banter flying between them. Friends, all of them.

Just as they entered the cover of the forest, a strong wind picked up, ruffling their fur. Confused, they cast wary glances around, knowing that the forest usually protected them from such gusts. Then, all of a sudden, a large creature leapt into their path, teeth bared.

Quilo was the first to act. He was quick to move himself between the creature and his fellows, fur standing on end. Returning the snarl, he reared up, trying to make himself look bigger than he was. The hulking creature – a snow spirit – lunged, wind and snow swirling around its body. Fearing for the life of his group, Quilo summoned his magic, sparks flying from his horn.

During that moment, time seemed to move in slow motion. The spirit paused mid-air, jaws open and teeth bared. Quilo was caught mid-snarl, claws slowly unsheathing, his horn’s glow brightening. Then, time accelerated once more, and a blooming light filled the area. The Kitsucorn behind Quilo cried out in fright, and the spirit bellowed out a pained howl.

Fire. It was everywhere. Kitsucorn cried – some in agony, some in dread. They fled in all different directions. The vengeful spirit had vanished, if only to nurse its wounds. Flames claimed the forest, laying waste to all. Frozen where he stood, Quilo caught the eye of his best friend, their coat swathed in flame; face streaked with tears. They said something, but their words were muffled by flame’s roar. Quilo blinked, and they were gone, carried away with the wind. Heat beat down on him, and then all went black.

Pulling himself from his memories, Quilo realized he was crying. Then, for the first time in a while, he spoke, he voice a hoarse whisper:

“Yet, I am not the true voice of the North Wind. I am merely a substitute – a solitary creature of fire.”

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[Lillybear]

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Kitsucorn's Name: Kevious

Think of someone heroic. Are they your favorite superhero, or someone that you look up to? You probably didn't think of Kevious. The lunatic. The Kitsucorn off his rocker, he who speaks in riddles and rhymes. He who can't tell the sky from the ground, he who believes everything is what it's not? Doesn't sound very heroic, does he? Doesn't sound like he'd be the savior of our bedtime stories, of the creatures we fantasize about? Well, he did. And they still live today. How, you ask? Let's start from the beginning!

Once upon a time, a maiden bore a Kitsucorn with the unthinkable━a crooked horn and spiral eyes. Now, it wasn't uncommon for a Kitsucorn to have unique features, but in the superstitious little town he was born in, a crooked horn was a sign of misfortune and sin. Spiral eyes were truly unheard of, and the townsfolk feared him. He was given the name Kevious by his poor mother, who despite the abhor, believed that her son could not be the animal they claimed he was. It was an odd name, for an odd creature, but she hoped it might bring him a little good luck. And perhaps it did, in a way that was never seen coming.

Kevious was not allowed to interact with other Kitsucorns growing up. He was to stay tucked away inside, away from the fresh air, away from other kits his age. He was an antsy child, like a bird locked up in a cage, which was not too far from the truth. But he was a good child, and he did not deserve to have his wings clipped the way they were. To keep his paws and mind busy so he would not try to stray, he was taught to make hats. And what wonderful hats they were! They were big, beautiful! His mother was astounded, and without a second thought she began to wear them to the market. Word spread about the seclusive "Mad Hatter," as the town called him. They refused to believe that his paws crafted these alluring hats, being the crooked-horned Kitsucorn, but they could not deny these hats were truly wonderful.

However, these hats began to change when Kevious fell victim to mercury poisoning, a disease that's caused by excessive exposure to mercury nitrate. It was used in a process he practiced when crafting his hats. It affected his body poorly, but also made him go a little insane. In fear for his son's life, the maiden took him to a cottage in the woods where she could care for him properly for the townsfolk would not aid them.

In the evenings, Kevious would sneak out into the woods and there he made one of his greatest discoveries,



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Plumes of steam seemed to billow from my mouth as I frantically sought some place of refuge. It was impossible to ignore the cold as it seeped through my thin fur, soaking through my very being until I was about 50% certain my bones were now made of ice, but there was a much more pressing matter at hand. I had a job to do, and in this frosty collage of trees there was another Kitsucorn looking for me, one that I had to try to avoid at all costs. Highwaymen were typical in this area, and I for one was anxious to meet my stalker. I hadn't noticed them much before; a few untouched branches would be swaying, or I'd see the wispy end of a tail disappearing into the woods.
Normally, brutes like them would pass me by; I'm nothing special, just a ruddy cream Kitsucorn in a tattered green cloak. Nothing about me screamed 'money', from my unkempt hooves to my dirt-covered face, my brown paws to my matching tail-tip. The most valuable possession on me was a near-rusted shut iron locket. For all most knew, I was a beggar, and I didn't particularly mind it if they saw me that way. I was used to being looked down upon, and if it'd keep me out of trouble, well...what a bonus! But obviously this wasn't the case this time around. No, this shadow of mine knew I was on a delivery job, and whatever it was in the parcel I was carrying, they wanted it. As I took shelter behind an ominous-looking pile of slate-gray rocks, I reached into my concealed knapsack. The edges of the package pressed sharply against my front paws, and a spark of curiosity sent my mind reeling over just what it was I'd gotten into. Curious, I pulled the brown paper package out of my bag and gave it the ol' visual examination.
Everything seemed fine, it was well within the standards for my delivery service. But even so...there were a million possibilities of what could be hiding in the small package. Letting out a small sigh, I gently dragged a paw over the seal; an elegant design done in red wax to keep the package receiver's mind at ease that their delivery hadn't been tampered with. I couldn't forge these things...N-Not that I would want to! Normally I can make it from start to finish without so much as a passing wonder of what it is I could be carrying next to my hip. I gently put the package back in its place, not about to let my entire business integrity be slandered over this one mystery. I curled my tail over my feet and slowed my breathing, attempting to conserve heat while I waited to see if I could lose the strange Kitsucorn that had been following me since I turned onto that snowy cobblestone pathway. My ears flicked upward and slowly rotated, getting nothing but silence from all directions.
When I finally deemed the quiet safe, I made my way into the open to find my original path blocked by the shadow. Finally able to get a good look at them, I recoiled almost instantly. A twisted grin spread across their face, and I could already see the beginnings of a dark purple charm bubbling from their horn. Not wanting to stick around to find out the kind of magic the bandit was using, I dashed back around the pile of rocks. If I was lucky, I'd get just enough time to use a spell of my own. Snow flew up from my feet as I pressed my back against the icy stone. I closed my eyes and tried to focus, bringing thin sparkling wisps of green smoke from my bent horn. "C'mon, c'mon..." I quietly pleaded, feeling my magic gradually fill to the point I could make a retreat. There was a distinct lack of pawsteps moving closer, though when I opened my eyes, the Kitsucorn was practically standing over me. I had enough time to let out a yelp and execute a clumsy dodge roll as the essence of my magic swirled around me. In the blink of an eye, I had vanished. Or...so it appeared. Where I was sitting, all that this mysterious thief could see was a divot in the sprawling mass of snow. I held my breath as the stranger's expression hardened; their features twisting into a furious grimace as their dark eyes swept the area. They made a powerful leap into the snow next to me, their sickly sweet scent threatened to suffocate. Thankfully they continued their trek into the direction that I had somehow 'disappeared' in. Taking advantage of their confusion, I ducked away from them and ran back to the main walkway, leaving a series of prints in the powder as I went. Not looking back, I continued to charge down the path until the sun drifted behind the distant hills.

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There are some Kitsucorns who love water. Swimming is their thing, and they don't mind their fur being filled with a heavy blanket of water. I am not one of those Kitsucorns. My hooves dragged behind me as I slowly moved through a large wooden doorway. A clack sounded as I kicked it shut, making myself at home in the room I had rented for the night as I passed through this small town. Or, at least...attempting to make myself at home. The earlier thing I said about water, isn't unprecedented. My earlier scuffle had soaked my fur through after hiding and traveling in the snow for so long. My cloak had been about as useful as a paper towel in my quest, and it had soaked through very quickly, leaving my delicate cream coat heavy with moisture. I picked up my front paws and started to fiddle with the knot keeping the green rag on, and once it was undone, the whole thing fell to the floor with a squelch. Next was my bag, which got delicately dumped next to the wooden bed.
Unburdened, I let out a sigh and made my way toward a mirror hanging on the wall. I'm not one for vanity, but in all the earlier chaos, I had to check to make sure I at least looked presentable. My brown paws brushed through the lighter brown fur on top of my head, straightening all but the front curl that drooped down over part of the right side of my face. That was looking good, albeit soggy. My horn was doing alright. Annoyingly asymmetrical as usual, but there were no scratches. My long ears were drooping even more than usual due to the snow. Face was looking good, just the usual 'whisker marks'...which was an improvement on the old descriptor of 'face lines'. Eyes were looking a little bloodshot, but other than that... I stared at the mirror and flashed myself a smile; nothing in the pearly whites. Body and flank seemed good...no scratches or breaks or bruises, just plain cream with small stripes to match my paws. Tail seemed unharmed as well, displaying the fancy tail patterns I'd gotten from mom. Alright, everything seemed to be in place, maybe not presentable in a formal situation, but for now all I had to do was impress a few waiters and some guests trying to stay out of the snow.
Downstairs, the inn was relaxed. The few guests that were there seemed to be staying at different tables. An empty stage was set up off to the left, apparently the town band didn't feel like braving the snow. I didn't blame them, though, it was getting worse when I got into town and at this point was shaping up to be a blizzard. Nobody wants to trudge through a blizzard just for a pawful of tips. I took the steps one by one, and selected a nearby table to settle in. The workers must've really had nothing to do, because before I could even set the coins down on the table, someone was by my side asking what I wanted. "Er...uh..." I stammered as I tried to think of standard inn food, which for some reason I had completely forgotten. "...I uh...erm...san...sandwich?"
She stared at me. "...Sandwich? O...okay, what kind?"
Another question I was completely unprepared for. I answered with the first thing that came to my mind, "...Green?"
I could almost feel the waitress' eyes burning into me. After a long awkward silence, only made more awkward by another inn patron's short coughing spurt, she finally responded with a frustrated tone, "Right...one veggie sandwich coming up."
"Thank--" I started, but she had already turned and was starting to walk back to the kitchen. Once she passed through the doors, I lay my head on the table and put my paws on top. A green sandwich. Yes. I am a smart cookie. A good noodle. I didn't have social issues, what are you talking about?

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