[Lukina]

Congrats to those that moved to the next round.
The reason mine was in a bit late was because, I was having trouble posting it. But oh well, I know this viscet will be in good hands.

[CO1LD]

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Prompt: Natural Disaster or Betrayal

Story(875/1000:
The new home, know as the Jewel Cave, has served the kingdom greatly. Its fine minerals and gems were perfect for collecting, building, and even in some cases, making food. Oberon was pleased on how the place turned out, since their last home, a big oak tree, burned down in a terrible fire. He still missed the tree, its greatness and beauty, waking up and seeing the sun rise. But being in the cave had a different view of the sun. When he woke, he would go to the entrance and see the sun rise from the bottom, coming through the trees and into the sky. It seemed just as pretty as it did in the tree, so he wasn't that sad. The fairy enjoyed the cave too, for they had a fondness of the jewels. They say that maybe the king, Oberon, was made from them, because of his shiny coat. No matter how many times he told them that he wasn't, they still believe he is, so he lets them. Everything seemed perfect in the kingdom, nice and homey. As the king walked the tunnels of the cave, a vibration seemed to come from under his feet. "What was that?" he asked his assistant.
"I don't know.. Maybe some worm monster?" The king thought, but shrugged it off. They soon did a full perimeter and saw everything running well. The vibration came again, but this time more strongly. The walls shook lightly, little bits of rock crumbled off. Oberon felt if something wasn't right.
"Tell all creatures to begin evacuation." he told his assistant. The royal trumpets sounded through the cave and everyone began to file out. With in moments later, the whole cave rumbled like thunder and shook madly. "Earthquake!" the king cried, trying to hustle the frightened fairies out. "Quickly! To the exits!" Oberon lead the subjects down the twisting halls, dodging small rocks and crystals, trying not to get hurt. He turned to the main exit but stopped abruptly. His heart filled with dread as he saw the tunnel was blocked. The earthquake had stopped now, but the followers were still shaken.
"What do we do?" a fairy asked. "Are we stuck down here?" Panic swept through the crowd. "What if we never get out? How will we eat!"
"Friends!" Oberon spoke up, sending a calming thunder through the cave. "We must stay focused, and not be afraid. These rocks can and will be move for passage. It won't be long till we have a functioning system again." The crowd murmured there worries and the king sighed. "We must believe that there is a remedy for tragedy. We have survived the burning of our great oak, now we must survive this. " he said. "There is always light at the end of the tunnel, if you are willing to uncover it." The crowd laughed a little bit at his joke, but began to feel more confident. "Now lets begin the moving of the rocks!" They began to move rocks quickly, working together and hauling the boulders away. It began in a steady way, but soon became more depressing as the workers got tired. "Break time!" Oberon called out, setting down a rock. "I will be organizing parties search in more ways out." he said as the fairies gathered around. "One group will search A wing, another the B wing, then the C wing. I will be with the A wing." They got into groups and headed out, Oberon following A group. They walked down the gravely trail, jumping over piles that had fallen. They reached the end but there was nothing. Sighs flowed through but the king didn't give up yet. Everyone regrouped at the main exit and told their discoveries. No one found anything useful, but the C group did find some pickaxes. "Excellent," Oberon praised. "They will aid us in the removing of the rocks." The fairies set back to work, chiseling at the minerals furiously. Oberon worked hard, side by side with his workers, pushing and breaking rocks. Finally a joyous cry came over the cave. "What is it?"
"I see light!" The worker said. Gasps and shocked awes came from the group.
"Everyone! Go to the light and push as hard as you can!" The groups began to group more and heaved with all their might. Oberon joined in, pressing his paws against the stone. "1, 2, 3!" he said as he and the group pushed at once. He fluttered his wings for more effort and so did the others. They felt a budge then finally the wall began to crumble. Everyone toppled down with it and as the dust cleared, everyone cheered at the glowing sun. Oberon smiled and shook himself of the rubble, proud of his team.
"Heres to king Oberon! For never giving up! For giving hope!" a fairy cried.
"Here Here!" the rest echoed. Oberon felt touched and bowed.
"It was all of us who made this happen. Im glad I have you all as my friends." They got together and did a group hug. After that they ate berries and watched the sun go down by a fire, roasting marshmallows and telling stories about great adventures that they might have one day.

Art:

[tiny little box]

sorry

[Stårry]

Round One Form
Round Two Form



The blare of alarms was all that could be heard, ringing through both Tabitha and Oseron's ears. It was deafening, but it was nothing compared to the pain and frustration that hung in the air like a thick fog. They chased her father through the building. On the top floor, they'd opened a portal, of sorts. It paved the way into a different world. One that souls roamed, freely.

Oseron was struggling. Tabitha was in a horrible state of distress, and instead of his usual attempts to help her deal with it, Oseron had turned on her. No longer did he offer a comforting arm. In it's stead were harsh words and even harsher meanings. His thoughts were twisting in on each other, and his usually clear and concise decision making was failing him. He couldn't solve this. He couldn't help his Tabitha. It wounded him, but above all else, it angered him. He'd never to take his anger out on Tabitha, but it had bubbled to the point of no return.

"Quiet! Quit crying, it's not helping!" He snapped. She had every right to cry, though. Her father was attempting to enter this portal to find his deceased wife... And there was a great chance he wouldn't be coming back. Oseron couldn't make her stop. He couldn't make the pain go away. Emotions were out of his work, there was no logic to them that he could comprehend. Her eyes were misted over with tears, and he could see something in them; She was trying to will him away. She couldn't actually make him leave, but she could stop seeing him. Outside of urgent, life-threatening matters, he couldn't force her to see him.

The alarms paused for a moment, and the distant rumble of an explosion rocked the floor. /Papa.../ The thought rang clear from Tabitha, and she scrambled over for the stairs. She paid no attention to Oseron. Tears streaked down reddened cheeks in a constant stream. The elevators had been shut down. She didn't know what to do besides just run for the lab, and try to get it secured.



Oseron failed to notice that the portal had been operating both ways. Terrible creatures, seeking hosts to dwell in, to gain permanence in this world, had been unleashed. One of them stalked the viscet, and as soon as Oseron turned away from Tabitha, taking a moment to breathe and attempt to calm his raging thoughts, a dark paw swept across his side. He took the offensive, wings splaying out as he charged the shadow beast. It was far from his first attack on these things, but it was also not his last. The mist surrounded him, as it usually did, and he shook his fur out, trying to ward it away. It didn't so quickly fade away, and after a few moments of coughing and sputtering, he turned to chase after her. She might be mad, but it didn't mean she could be left undefended.

That bristling, alarming hostility hadn't yet gone away. He tried to push it aside, but instead, he found himself pushed aside. To say that it was disturbing was an understatement. He leapt up the stairs, finally catching up to his charge. He reached out for her, but his paw slipped through her arm. /She is still ignoring me./ He let out a soft grunt and continued to chase her through the building, up until they reached the locked door of the central lab. They couldn't... They couldn't get in.



Osrens jaws snapped around the handle, yanking the door from its hinges.
His voice was thundering as he flashed in front of her, his own anger and disruption forcing him to manifest briefly.

"Secure the portal! Before your father gets himself killed." That hostility... It was unusual, and it was frightening to him. He shuddered, glancing back to the man who'd sunk to his knees before the blindingly white portal, his lips moving in a constant stream of muttering.

"I can hear her," he said. "She's talking to me, beckoning to me!" Oseron knew the man had been driven mad by the temptations of the spirits within, but there was nothing he could do. Nothing but try to get Tabitha to calm down so she could close the portal. He led Tabitha over to it and stood behind her, pressing his paws against the surface of the portal. It was cold, energetic.He looked over her shoulder as she began the process, copying what she remembered of her adoptive fathers opening it up.

Oseron helped her to the controls, only glancing over as her father rose, suddenly, launching himself at Tabitha and knocking her pistol out of her hand. She'd had it as both a measure of defense and to help her shut the portal down. It went sliding across the floor, and the sudden attack caused Oseron to materialize. He wasn't about to just stand by and allow Tabitha to be attacked. A large paw swept out and knocked her father away from her, the enormous Viscet standing over him. After the first blow, whatever dark energy had captured her dad was knocked away, but it only taunted the one that was in Oseron. Despite the man no longer being a threat, the Viscet did not back down, attacking with all of the ferocity he could manage.

A blinding pain settled in his hip, sending Osren falling to the floor. The creature that had been within him vanished, departing and leaving him to deal with the damage. As soon as he returned to understanding, he scanned the room. Primarily, he saw Tabitha, distressed and shaking, pistol dropping.

"... How could you do this?" He offered no response, just vanishing, back into the toy she still kept in her backpack. Tabitha knew he hadn't been himself. He could solve anything, never handle emotions. He hadn't been for a long while. She turned her back on the portal, kneeling next to her dad to tend to him. The portal would have to come later, and so would Oseron.

"Get the hell out of my head, Oseron..."

[✦ nemuri]

Round One Form
Round Two Form

Prompt - Natural Disaster:

Shifting the twisted silver circlet on her head absentmindedly, Zeyla's lavender eyes closed. There wasn't anything particularly special to being the spring nymph other than receiving pixie wings as delicate as gossamer and a title that boosted one's ego. On the bright side, the wings were completely functional and Zeyla was able to zip around and fly, much to her delight. However, because she had a title to uphold, the cyan and purple Viscet wasn't given the chance to do so very often.
Letting out a small sigh, the regal spring nymph rose from her place on the ground, brushing off invisible specks of dust from her silken drapes. Twitching her tail in irritation, Zeyla longed to scream in frustration, because it was simply too gosh darned boring being cooped up in some sort of palace all day -
"Wait, what the actual hell?" Zeyla mumbled to herself in disbelief, before rushing over to a panel on the wall. If there was something that was legitimately intriguing to the winged Viscet, it would be the walls. Embedded within the walls would be panels that showed different locations on the earth realm, and one could see the weather conditions. The particular wall that Zeyla was looking at showed images of blinding white and Viscets letting out silent howls of horror. It was a blizzard, that Zeyla knew for sure, but the cyan and purple Viscet never knew that blizzards could be so strong.
No matter how one looked at it, it was definitely the winter nymph's doing, that spiteful thing. Practically hissing with rage at the lives that were easily extinguished by the speeding winds and torrents of snow and cold, Zeyla lashed her tail, but willed herself to not lose her composure too much. In times of need, it was required that for Zeyla to be calm. If an important figure such as her was anxious, it would only spread pandemonium and chaos, the two things that the winter nymph specialized in causing, aside from the abnormal amount of snowing.
Clicking her tongue against the roof of her mouth, Zeyla rushed towards the exit of the marbled building. Exhaling harshly, the Viscet could feel her heartbeat drumming against her chest. Hearing the familiar buzz as her wings twitched to life, Zeyla rose from the ground and dove through the masses of clouds that served as land for the place that she called home. Only the clouds separated the god realm and the mortal realm, and surprisingly, most of the mortals aren't even able to see the ethereal beings that Zeyla called her kind, even with their airplane contraptions.

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The temperature on the ground was so cold to the point where Zeyla's wings had stopped functioning, and she tumbled towards the ground several hundred meters from land. Thankfully she landed in a snowdrift, but she winced as she heard a small crack and a tear, and searing hot pain followed the two sounds. Gritting her teeth and clenching her fists together, she willed herself to not curse towards the sky. "It's all their doing...!"
Getting to her paws shakily, Zeyla shuddered at the sight of her mangled wings. They felt cold to the touch, and there was a heart-stopping amount of blood. Exhaling again, the winged Viscet placed her paws over the wings, and willed them to mend together again. The tissue and bone melded together, but there was still no feeling on those wings. Huffing in irritation, Zeyla folded the wings against her shoulder blades, and trekked through the deep snow. "I cannot be stopped by a simple obstacle. The mortals need me. I cannot fail!"
The wind was getting stronger, and the pale snowflakes glimmered and shone in the faint light. If it weren't for the drastic times, Zeyla would've stopped to admire the beautiful creation of the winter nymph. It was almost regretting in a way how Zeyla had to be the one to undo the snowflakes, but the longer the winged Viscet watched, the more she was mesmerized by the way the flakes moved. Shaking her head, Zeyla lifted up a paw and concentrated at the back of the paw. As a pale pink light emerged, the thick snow slowly melted, revealing muddy grassland. Although it was still snowing, it wasn't as hard as before. As it was in the middle of winter, Zeyla wasn't strong enough to completely remove the doings of the winter nymph.
An ear-splitting shriek tore the cyan and purple Viscet from her reveries. Snapping her head back in horror at the sound, Zeyla turned just in time to see the terror-struck face of another Viscet before its head was submerged underneath the snow. This wasn't a normal avalanche, and Zeyla knew enough of the weather to confirm this.
"Hold on, I'm coming!" Zeyla screamed, before running as fast as she could towards the avalanche, even when any normal Viscet who was mentally stable would've rushed in the other direction. However, Zeyla wasn't a normal Viscet, and she wasn't going to abandon someone else in need when she knew that it was still possible for her to rescue the other Viscet.
As she reached the spot where the mortal Viscet's head had went under, Zeyla bent down anxiously, aware of the imminent avalanche that was heading her way. Inhaling sharply and choking on the freezing air, Zeyla concentrated all her energy into the center of the palm, and forced a blast of heat out. It created a hole and the winged Viscet could see other Viscet's pale face beneath.
Reaching for the other Viscet, Zeyla tugged them out, nerves on an edge. Half carrying - half pulling them along, Zeyla rushed down the mountain, breaths coming out in ragged pants. At last, when she felt that her legs couldn't move anymore, Zeyla focused her last bit of energy at the unconscious creature, and teleported them away. Collapsing towards the ground, Zeyla could barely see the avalance through her half-lidded eyes.
It's not like Zeyla would die that easily. After all, it was what she had signed up for when she had accepted the God's offer.
[ 1020/1000 words ]
Art:

(up to 3 illustrations)
idk what to do about the art though lmaO i'll think of something i bet

[madras]

Round One Form
Round Two Form
Prompt: Betrayal
Lapatte played with his mother by the den. He loved his mother, and he was fairly sure she was the only one in the pack who loved him, too. He darted around her, making sure his wings were kept far away from her. She touched her nose to his, and they stayed like that for a few seconds. He was grateful to have her by his side. If she was ever threatened, he would protect her.

Once, another Viscet in the pack growled at her. Lapatte jumped in front of him, snarling and flaring his wings. The other Viscet backed away. The only Viscet who wasn't scared of Lapatte was his mother. Nobody wanted to have contact with Lapatte's mother after that incident. Her mate would often sit with her, but as soon as he saw Lapatte, he would leave.

Lapatte's entire childhood was filled with betrayal. His father didn't love him. He had helped raise the egg, he had cared for it and made sure it was safe, but as soon as Lapatte hatched, his father wanted nothing to do with him. Nothing. The rest of the pack also rejected him. They were terrified. The death of his mother only made them more hostile towards him.

Lapatte walked side by side with his mother through the pack territory. Again, he was aware of where his wings were. He was always worried he would hurt someone. Lapatte heard a crack, and pricked his ears. His mother responded first. She barreled into him, saving him from a falling branch. They tumbled, and with a sinking feeling Lapatte realized he had landed on top of his mother. She was beneath him, bleeding from long, deep scratches. He cried out, and scrambled off of her. He drug her back to camp, calling for help. The others looked on in horror at him. His mother breathed slowly, but reached up from the ground and touched her nose to his, a smile in her eyes. He wailed, horrified. His mother died there, with Lapatte laying beside her. He hadn't protected her. He had killed her. He had betrayed her, just like the pack had betrayed him. And he could never forget that moment.
After the death of his mother, the pack stayed far away from him. He would spend his time alone in the den he used to share with his parents, depressed, often thinking about his mother. How she loved him. He would think about how he didn't deserve her love. How she always took care of him, even when the rest of the pack rejected him. He became depressed, and he would walk along the trail that he would walk with his mother, the scene playing over and over again in his head.

Eventually, Lapatte couldn't take it anymore. He left the pack, knowing that they didn't care about him and wanted him gone. A day after he left, the pack had moved away. Lapatte had no idea where they had gone, and he knew that was exactly what they wanted. A week passed, and he was very lonely. He hadn't seen another Viscet since he left the pack. He was sitting by the river near his cave one day and saw otters playing. He watched them, and wanted to play with them, too. But he knew they were scared of him, so he started catching fish and feeding the otters. One of them really bonded with him, and he took him in as a friend. Iris calls him Otto.

Lapatte kept the otter with him in the cave he discovered, and made a crown for him. He also made a bracelet for him to wear on his front left paw. He loves his otter, and he has decided that he will protect him with his life. He makes sure that the otter stays far away from his wings, because he knows how dangerous they are. But Lapatte has become happy with his wings instead of scared of them, and keeps them sharp to make sure he can protect his friends.

A few weeks after he found Otto, Lapatte started to visit the human village. He loved his otter, but he still wanted more friends. He knew that the people in the village sometimes kept Viscets as pets, and hoped someone would see him and take him in. This is when he found Iris. He watched her for months before he finally introduced himself and gave her a gift. But they became great friends, and he is fiercely protective of her. When Iris first came to the cave, Otto was scared of her. But Lapatte gave her fish to feed him, and Otto quickly warmed up to her. Lapatte made sure Iris knew to stay away from his wings. She went to touch them and he jumped back. He took his paw and purposefully slid it down his wing, drawing blood. He showed it to Iris, and she nodded. She also bandaged his paw. She never tried to touch his wings again.

Lapatte doesn't let anything hurt Otto or Iris. He always goes first when they explore together. He will wade across rivers to test depth before they cross, and will go through swampy areas before Otto and Iris. When they travel, Lapatte lets Iris carry Otto. He'll usually sit on her shoulders, sometimes standing on her shoulders with his front paws on her head to see better. Lapatte stays near them at all times, except for when Iris has to go home. But he always eagerly awaits her return, and so does Otto. Lapatte and Otto are puppy-like when Iris returns. They get excited, and Otto jumps on her until she picks him up. Lapatte affectionately nuzzles her, and she scratches his head. He has to crouch for her to reach it. Lapatte loves his friends, and will protect them with his life. He knows that they would never betray him, and he wants to make sure he never betrays them either. (1000/1000 words)

[grizzly.]

[url]Round One Form[/url]
[url]Round One Form[/url]
Prompt: Betrayal by father/half sibling/step mother ?
Art: (up to 3 illustrations)

[milo.]

ᴀᴄᴛ ɪɪɪ, sᴄᴇɴᴇ ɪ: ʙᴇᴛʀᴀʏᴀʟ
Round One Form || Round Two Form

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ᴋɴɪᴛs ᴜᴘ ᴛʜᴇ ᴏ'ᴇʀ ᴡʀᴏᴜɢʜᴛ ʜᴇᴀʀᴛ ᴀɴᴅ ʙɪᴅs ɪᴛ ʙʀᴇᴀᴋ.

art by howlingtothestars

"I've never seen wings like yours."

Tatania, though startled and slightly ashamed she had allowed her defenses to fall so easily among the willows, merely tilted her head and offered a gentle smile to the air. Violet eyes are trained on the still water before her, paw slipping over the edge of the bank so she may dip her toes in the cool liquid. Her pause would have gone on longer had she not been drawn to the husky voice on the other bank. Flicking her gaze up, they settle on a large form silhouetted by willow branches. She squints against the light of the setting sun, motioning with her muzzle for the other to step closer to the bank so she may see them properly.

She understands the meaning of breathless now.

With a parted maw, the girl has to stop herself from gawking. Though Azula had told her in the past that very few others had wings like hers, Tatania had assumed she would never meet another in her lifetime. This male was beautiful, with complimentary hues and patterns, and sunset eyes that could put the real deal to shame. Tatania's smile wavers into a bashful one, and for the first time in her life she feels panic. She has never felt anything quite like this before-- this, my friends, is your classic case of 'love at first sight'. With a dry mouth, the girl blinks as casually as she can manage, dropping her maw to the water to lap at the liquid nervously. A perfect distraction while she attempts to gather her thoughts.

"You're truly extraordinary. Your jewellery makes you look almost royal."

A chuckle escapes her then, chest heaving with the action as she shifts her position to lay more relaxed. Another pause as she allows curious and adoring purples to linger on the male across from her-- her paws curl underneath her, ears slicking back as she allowed herself to ease into a quiet calm. This male posed no threat - not from his mannerisms, at any rate. Though he didn't appear to realise just with whom he was speaking, he was still respectful and never gave Tatania - in short time he'd been there - any impression that he had found her with malicious intent. He was just a passerby. A handsome... wonderful passerby.

"Come sit with me." Tatania finds her voice, translucent wings fluttering behind her at the prospect of having him near. The other's wings ruffle in response, opening slightly to brace himself as he made the leap across the small, still pond. The Queen watches him curiously, smile widening as he parts the willow branches and settles in next to her. The silence is oddly comfortable and the female lounges back easily, tail twitching at the tinkling of her silver jewellery.

"My name is Tatania," Leaning forward, she presses her nose to the ridge of his jaw in a customary sign of respect for her region. He merely smiles in return - handsome and dangerous. "Queen of the Xantou Region." Her introduction has the other blinking as he registers the new information, a darker smile snaking along his features. Tatania has already turned her face away shyly. She doesn't see the darkness in her future-- only the darkness that blankets them as the sun disappears beneath the horizon.

***

It's here, in North Xantou Forest, where we lay our scene. A pair of star-crossed lovers meet each morning just as the horizon bleeds a brilliant red and fills the darkness with gradient light. The view is beautiful, though Baphomet often claims the sunrise can never compare to Tatania's beauty even if it tried. Over the course of a few weeks the Queen falls in love with the winged Viscet, and the two of them make promises to one another. She promises him a Kingship should he join their ranks, and he promises her that things are going to change. Their rule together will be remembered and idolised for centuries.

"Tomorrow morning," Baphomet starts softly one morning as they watch the rising sun, a hushed tone against the base of her ear that never fails to send shivers down the length of her spine. They're huddled into one another, paws and tails entwined. "I want you to wait for me where we first met. No matter how long it takes, and no matter what happens. Wait for me, for tomorrow... everything changes."

His smile is malicious. Sadistic. Tatania can not see the dark intent because love is blindness.

She waits patiently for him the following morning, just as he told her to. Excitement bubbled in her gut as dawn broke. The excitement shifted to dread and worry as night shifted to day, and the long hours began to drag on and into the evening. Still, she sits. Still, the Queen waits. A red and black feather flutters from the willow branches and lands on her paws. Tatania of Xantou pieces his manipulative puzzle together and cries out with a pain she's never felt before. In a few short weeks she both felt the elation of her first love and the venomous sting of heartbreak-- he was right, everything would change. Baphomet would never return to her.

It's a very long three days later before Xantou's Queen is found.

"You have to get up." Tatania stares blankly ahead of her, wanting to respond to her friend but there is no motivation left in the Queen. Azula heaves a soft sigh, settling in next to her and presenting her with the jewellery that Tatania had shed in her misery. "You have a Kingdom to rule. I know it hurts, Tatania, but your people need you. They love you. Get up."

"I can't." The pastel girl releases a choked sob, shaking her head. "I can't."

"You must."

Tatania pauses... pushes at the ground, though collapses with another sob: "I can't."

"You can," Azula nods, confident. "And you will. You are stronger than this. I'll help you, Tatty. Now, get up."

[Synerie]

Round One Form
Round Two Form
Prompt: Natural Disaster

In the glow of the faint moonlight, the forms of both female Viscets were outlined in its gorgeous rays as they rested in the middle of what remained of the shack. Their sides rose and fell in unison, their breath slowly drifting off in small clouds amidst the cold air. Nearby trees rattled their naked branches in the occasionally stirring winds.

Something ran past the shack, creating loud noises. The winged Viscet, Zeltia, lifted her head at the sounds. Her ears flexed for a moment, and she sluggishly blinked. She pushed herself up to a sitting position, shaking the sleep from her head. Next to her, slept Selene. She was fast asleep, tail resting over her muzzle. Quietly as possible so she didn't wake the other, Zeltia crept to the soon to crumble archway. She peered out and around nervously, making sure not to leave a space overlooked.

Once she sensed it seemed safe, Zeltia hesitantly crept back to Selene. She soon settled down, and was just about to doze back off with the sounds of popping and crackling startled her back into reality. Selene was still asleep, leaning against Zeltia's side. A puff of sinister black, swirling smoke crept over the ruins. Her heart dropped, and she scrambled up, kicking Selene in the back in the process. The Moon Princess clambered quickly to her feet, her teeth bared in confusion.

"Selene! We have to run! I-I think the forest is on fire!"

Zeltia managed to choke out through the swirling smoke. Selene blinked her eyes cleared, lifting her gaze above, before nodding curtly.

"Let's go! Now!"

Selene ordered, dragging Zeltia out of the ruined shack by the paw. Zeltia's thoughts were correct. The two Viscets twisted around to see her thought a reality. With a startling groan, a tree that was ablaze crashed into the remains of what they kept as a home. A swarm of glowing sparks was thrown to the sky, falling down like a billion tiny stars. Upon contact, the still quite warm sparks ignited tiny fires among the dry grass. A fire was blazing in the forest behind the shack blocked their escape in that direction. Zeltia's mouth went dry, her eyes bulging. The flames towered high, grazing the sky with it's mighty arms.

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Selene was the first to break from the trance caused by fear and slight awe. She roughly grabbed Zeltia's paw, yanking frantically to budge the other.

"Tia! C'mon! It's not safe here!"

Selene cried over the roaring of the flames. Zeltia tore her gaze away, meeting Selene's panicked one. She gave a shaky nod, and the two ran as hard as they could. The fire was spreading quickly, latching onto dry trees and consuming them in hungrily flames. Their home was now ablaze as well, what remained of it was soon to be ash. Trees were succumbing to the grasps of the wildfire, their tall forms falling to the earth with rattling groans.

The heavens twinkled down upon them in the forms of the dozen stars. The moon had hid itself behind the billowing smoke, which chased the fleeing females with outstretched claws. The flames did not give up either, licking up anything that laid in its path. It was arching above the trees now, and the burning trees were either left to stand or were crashing to the grounds with heavy thuds. Zeltia threw a glance over her shoulder, which saved her life. She yelped, jumping out of the way of a massive tree branch that spiraled from above, sparks billowing off in large clouds.

Selene didn't ease up at all, wanting to avoid the raining sparks and the massive cloud of smoke that tore after them. She made sure Zeltia stayed behind her, not wanting to lose her friend to the fire. The sky had turned a faint red, the flames opening its jaw and devouring everything. It wasn't long until Selene cried over the roaring.

"Look, Tia! A lake! We can swim to the other side. The flames can't go any farther!"

Zeltia, too terrified to think and talk, nodded quickly. They sped up, despite their aching limbs and watering eyes. The water accepted them with outstretched arms, protecting them from the disaster. Pushing forward, Zeltia dove forward, her feet leaving the ground as she forced the rest of her strength into swimming. Selene was already ahead, her legs kicking frantically beneath the waves. The fire came to a screeching halt at the shore, sparks sizzling as they flickered onto the surface of the water.

Zeltia's eyes burned with tears. Where would they stay? She had grown attached to their home, despite it being just the ruins of a shack, long left forgotten. Selene's eyes were hard, her silky white mane a dull grey from the smoke. It stuck to her face in strands. Zeltia attempted to keep her wings over the surface of the water, trying not to get them wet. She looked over her shoulder, tears streaking her ash ridden fur. The fire was crackling, staring menacingly after them. It seemed to slither like a snake, lapping at the air hungrily.

What felt like hours finally passed, and Selene was the first to drag herself ashore. She coughed, slumping in the grass, embracing the ground joyfully. Zeltia slowly tore from the comforting grasp of the cool water, her form collapsing to the ground nearby. She ached. She hurt. She felt numb. Zeltia shook water from her body, peering at Selene weakly. The other had passed out from exhaustion, her tail singed from the flames. Slowly, Zeltia eased Selene onto her back, trudging off; despite her screaming muscles. Her eyelids drooped; she was so tired. She carefully turned to face the direction of the flames. It had seemed to die off. The form of another Viscet, much larger and bulkier in size, standing almost proudly in its hate ridden glow. The other Viscet disappeared within the blink of Zeltia's eyes. She murmured.

".. A trick of the light."

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Blog post #8
You know, having wings isn’t quite as much of a blessing as everyone says it is.
Everyone praises and compliments me on my wings, and, while I do love them
myself, they get me into a lot more trouble than everyone thinks. I do
remember one particularly bad day where my wings failed me.

That day had been like every other day when it started; get up, get myself ready
to go to school, go to school and see my little posse. The school day had been a
little different, though. They started going over a drill for if a tornado would
happen at school. The drill was complicated for me. We had to hide under the
desks and cover the back of our head with our paws. Because of my wings, I
couldn’t fit under the desk. My teacher suggested I try going to the gym
storage room, which had a large desk in it. But, there was one problem. My
classroom had been a good minute’s run away from the gym, and a minute
was a lot of time in that situation. My group had gotten suspicious that I
\was skeptical of getting to the storage room in time was just a ploy for
hiding my fear, and I knew I had to keep my game face on around them.

“Me? Pfft, nah, I ain’t scared. That tornado should be scared of me, The Great Liam!”

My group started cheering and telling anyone not in the group what I
said. In all honesty, I was a little bit nervous about what a tornado
would be able to do to someone like me. My wings weren’t all that
strong, and a strong gust of wind throws me a good bit off my balance.
Just imagining a cone shaped funnel of wind that would go over at
least sixty mph was just a little bit scary for me.

Throughout the main part of the day, it had been really nice out, with
the sun being out even when we had gone out for recess. The rest of
the day, though, was hard rain and thunder every once in a while. Soon,
some of my group began to wonder if the human weather predictions had
some ground to stand on, so to speak.

Near the end of the day, we heard loud sirens nearby, and one of the
domestic viscets started yelling about some tornado alarm, and yelled
at the others to hide under the desks as the rain began pouring down harder.
The teacher tried to calm them down, saying that it may have been
one of those human officers chasing another human a little down the
road. She screamed a bit as a tree branch slammed against the window,
nearly breaking it. She quickly told everybody to get under the desks,
and told me to get to my spot in the gym storage room.

I quickly raced out of the classroom and towards the gym, my steps
echoing through the halls. I made my way to the storage room, only
to find it locked. The fear left and greeted me to my first taste of panic.
I didn’t know anywhere else I could go. The main office had windows
all around it, and may not have a desk large enough to hide under. I
could try to hide with the principal, but they may not have enough
room for me in there. I decided to just hide in the bathroom. That room
had no windows and was pretty far inside the boundaries of the school.

I ran back the way I came before stopping a few doors before my
classroom. I pushed open the bathroom door and quickly ran into one
of the stalls and laid down, quickly covering the back of my head with
my paws, hoping to wait out the storm.

But, you can already guess what had happened, right? Heh, I would
never tell you this story if it were boring.

The sounds of the wind had brought me great panic, but now it wasn’t
just sound. I could feel a strong wind, and noticed the sounds outside.
Bricks breaking, the mirrors outside the stall shattering, and a few
branches had started to hit me. I realized that I hadn’t hid myself
well enough.

The winds picked me up like I was a little leaf, pulling me into the funnel.
It had been filled with different types of debris; parts of trees, metal,
human automobiles, and other things. I tried to get into the automobile and
wait it out, but my wings got caught in the wind once again, and managed
to throw me out of the twister and into a nearby forest, which had a long
line in it where the tornado went through it, but it had now left the little town.

When I tried to stand up, I was forced back down by an unbearable pain in my
arms. I thought that I had broken them, and when I got back to town, I had
been proven correct. My group was the one that found me; they had seen
something fall out of the twister and into the forest, so they and a couple teachers
went out to find me once the tornado had gone. I owe those guys a lot. Maybe
I can tell a story about them sometime. Until then, though, you got me to listen
to! I can tell you more about myself!



Also, can someone explain to me why I have a lot less followers lately?
Do you guys not like my stories or something..?

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