[Vluwu]

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[stormzien]

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[~Ash Wolf~]

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[Corvuss]

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I am working on this and I will try to get something posted soon but my PC has been broken until now

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[elliott.]

name; experiment 9762 or miriam.
gender; female.
personality;
miriam is lost. she doesn't talk to anyone, and there is no such thing as trust with her. rarely does she speak, and when she does. Her sentences are often hard to understand, due to never developing good social skills. 9762 does not have any lady-like manners, and can never keep her mind set on one thing. she often looks lost due to not having anyone to rely on or show her the ways of life. she just wanders around town, doing whatever she can to stay around. although she doesnt really habe anyone to stick with her, instincts have taken over miriam and she is quite a vicious cet, snapping at anything coming near her. deep down, this little experiment-gone-wrong is quite skittish and curious.

non-talkactive • skittish • scared • fierce • mute • wild • distracted



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"really, jack? you brought in a rock for us to look at?"

"n-no, michael ! you don't understand. this rock... its a special rock -"

"mate, you need to take a day off or something you're getting delusional."

"no, listen to me! this rock glows. at night. and its not because it sucks up phosphorus from the soil, because it glows a different color and gives off heat. it breaks easily, easier than a normal rock. please, give me a chance ! it needs to be researched."

michael sighed. "jack, if you can't find a good reason for me to keep this... thing at my lab for research in the next few days, I'm throwing it out."

a wide grin spread across the young man's face and he nodded. placing the smaller stone on the lab table, he walked out of the room. michael rolled his eyes, before turning to the thing on his desk.

while turning around, the scientist knocked over a blue liquid on to the rock. he stepped back in surprise as the surface of the rock started to bubble, stepping back. "what th-"

it crackled and popped, a large crack rippling down the middle before it just stopped. the blue chemicals pooled lightly around. michael, thinking he was going crazy, turned and walked out, shaking his head.


the next day, a eager jack skipped into the lab, before jumping back. "m-my experiment! where is it?" a large crash was heard to the right, and he spun on his heels to see... a viscet?

the viscet carried the same markings as the rock, and it's mane..... it was goop. the same goop that covered the table where the stone had been left.

"oh my god. did i bring a.... an egg into the lab? a... a special egg?" the young man started to quake in excitement, a broad grin covering his face. "michael! michael! come and look at experiment 9762!"



the little creature squealed loudly at the all of a sudden noise, bolting towards the window michael had left open the night before. in two seconds the viscet had scaled the wall and jumped out, leaving jack showing off nothing to a very upset michael.

[Mint Chip]

and this competition is officially closed

[Mint Chip]

While I didn't have many finished forms for this, the couple forms I did have were pretty good. But one form stood above the others and really blew me away with both the effort and character development. The emotion and feels in your story and artwork was very powerful. Making the story and characters built very real. Amazing job, seriously. And a huge congrats, Strudel, on Huxley. I'm certain he'll have a fantastic home. c:

username; Strudel
name; Huxley
gender; Male
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personality;

When Huxley was very young, he was feral, lonely, and embittered. He might have stayed that way if it weren't for his own little guardian specter. Irissa, the ghost of a mother viscet that passed away when her own children were young, kept watch over him as he grew into boyhood. With her love guiding him, he started to grow into a loving and caring young man. He couldn't see Irissa, except for in his dreams, but he could always feel the warmth of her love as she stayed by his side.

Huxley has his faults, he can be selfish occasionally and he's got a short fuse sometimes. He tends to get upset over petty things and has a bad habit of arguing over small details. Growing up alone with only a ghost to watch after him doesn't exactly make him the easiest to get along with at times. He's used to getting his way and doing what he wants, and it shows.

However, when it comes to the important things, Huxley can easily let go of his own selfish desires and do what is best for those around him. When he cares about someone, he cares with his whole being and invests himself in that person. His hard head actually comes in handy when he needs to protect someone he cares for, because he doesn't give up for anything.

Huxley is very bubbly around those that he knows, and quiet around those that he doesn't. He's got a lot of energy, and his mind moves exceedingly fast.

He has recently found a living guardian-- Peyton. Because of her kindness, he's learning to be humble and working on his temper. It's a daily struggle, but she's teaching him how to get it under control.


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I’ve watched over him from the moment he was born. He had nobody, and I had nobody anymore either. I named him after his father, who else was I to name him for? His parents could not-- they were passed on before he was ever born. I would whisper his name in his ear quietly as he slept when he was yet a babe, thinking even though he couldn’t see or hear me most of the time, perhaps it would stick.

When Huxley was small, he had no one to watch for him. Only myself-- the ghost of a mother without small children to watch over any longer. I was happy to do it, watching over him and protecting him from the world's pain gave me a purpose that I had long since longed for. He needed me, far more than my children who were already transitioning into teenagers and who had the support of others around them constantly. I would still borrow time to keep an eye on them, but Huxley demanded most of my attention in his early life.

It was not without difficulties, I was not able to reveal myself of course. I was a spirit, and although I felt as if he could see or sense me occasionally, it wasn't as if I could actually be there for him physically. I had to be creative to come up with ways to help the poor boy. The harder the challenge though... the more I grew to love him.

Daily I would do what I could to direct him towards food, and water, there was no one else to help him or teach him. It's been one of the hardest things I've had to do in my life or after-life. I would sing him to sleep, especially when he would cry because of the loneliness and heartbreak. Singing was the only thing that would help him sleep, although I am unsure how much of it that he could hear. Maybe perhaps he could just feel the comfort from me. Regardless, I would do it anytime he was upset or seemed lonely.

We lived, or at least he did, like this for a very long time. Just the two of us, together, against the world. At least that's what I would joke to myself sometimes. I eventually began to realize that it wasn't enough for him, however. He was insanely lonely of course, but he was also quite feral. He knew very little speech, just the bit he had somehow picked up from me over the course of time I had been caring for him. He was bitter too, I could see it in his eyes when he thought of his situation and his parents-- he didn't know what parents were I suppose but he knew something was missing. Sometimes he would go into fits of rage, and that's when I knew that something had to change. Something had to give, or this sweet boy-- my sweet boy-- would turn into a feral beast. Too damaged and too far removed from civilization to ever heal.

It was then that I decided to lead him to others. I was afraid to at first, because I knew he couldn't speak for himself and I certainly knew his mutated body would catch the attention (and perhaps suspicion) of the adult viscets he would meet when he arrived. Honestly though, there wasn't a true choice. He had to meet with his own kind and socialize before it was too late. That aside, the winter would be coming soon. Between his unusual body and his youth I feared he might not survive.

Every day, I would lead my little "adopted" son further out from his parents' den and closer to those that could help him. I could see the wonder in his eyes as he discovered new places and the fear in his eyes as he discovered new and frightening things. I always kept him safe though. I would possess hostile threats and predators to lead them away from him, I would coax him toward food and water as I always had.

It wasn't long, and I had managed to lead him almost completely to a small settlement of our kind. It also wasn't long before I began to regret my decision. When he caught the scent of the other viscets, his eyes lit up. Not with curiosity for wonder-- but with anger. An anger I really didn't understand. He charged through the trees, only bumping his head once in the process before he crashed into the undergrowth surrounding the clearing. Of course, all the noise he made attracted the attention of another viscet. My own daughter, Winry, approached the boy. She sniffed at him, and he snarled deep in his throat.

"Who are you?" she questioned quietly with a tilt of her head "What are you?" she had noticed the consistency of his body after just a moment. Of course she had, even in the half-light it was obvious he was no ordinary viscling.

Huxley simply growled to her in respond before twitching his nose and taking the food she had been carrying out of her paws in one swift motion. This was already a disaster, I knew then I should have focused on getting him to others sooner. He was a little demon, the way he was acting. He wolfed down the food in two bites while Winry stood there, stunned. She backed away, she was not the bravest girl after all.

"Uncle Riptide!" Winry called out to my brother, who was her guardian now "Uncle Riptide! There's something weird in the bushes!"

At the sound of her calling out, Huxley growled again and backed up against a tree. He didn't seem angry anymore, just scared. His tail was between his legs, and his ears lowered to his skull. He was dripping faster too, something that I had noticed long before happened when he was scared or nervous. After a few moments he whimpered, and when my brother appeared, it only grew worse. He started to yelp and yowl, obviously terrified by the mass of muscles and fur that was my brother. Though my brother was a gentle man, who I knew very well could help the boy-- if he didn't run away first.

I floated over to Huxley, whispering soothing words in his ears as I wrapped my tail around him.

"You're safe, with him." I promised quietly "He's strong enough to protect you and kind enough to care for you." I hoped I wasn't lying to Huxley, it wasn't as if I could ask my brother to care for him-- the dead cannot truly speak after all. When the boy was starting to calm, Riptide began to approach him slowly, taking care to speak to him soothingly as I had. Huxley's eyes grew wide, I think he could sense something familiar in Riptide because he did not shy away again.

I stopped regretting bringing him there. Especially over the next few weeks. He began to learn how to communicate, Winry and my brother took special care in teaching him. Soon it became clear he didn't need me anymore. Honestly, that hurt, but I knew that this had been the right thing to do. He needed living beings to care for him, not some spirit to look after him. Besides, it was too painful to stay there all of the time, seeing the rest of my family every moment. So, with a heavy heart, I left. Little did I know, that it wouldn't be long before I would return.

I left on a journey of my own, though I won't bore you with all of the details. My journey ended though when I followed another viscet into the forest. In the forest was a small human dwelling-- or at least that's what I thought. Inside where various machines and gadgets I thought only humans could make, but a viscet is the one that lived there. She was varying shades of brown and wearing strange accessories that reminded me of the things she had built in her little dwelling that surrounded her. Of course, that wasn't the first thing I noticed about her. The first thing that I noticed was that she was the same as Huxley. Her fur and skin were just as his were.

The viscet that I came with left with one of those contraptions, it seemed more like art than anything. I didn't leave with him, however. I stayed and watched this viscet-- this Peyton. Something in my gut told me this is where Huxley really needed to be. But I had to be sure. I watched her for a couple of weeks before I made my decision to lure Huxley here.

It wasn't hard to lure Huxley either. Not because he hadn't started to care for my brother and my children, but because he was curious and bubbly-- making him easily distracted. When I approached him, he seemed to feel me. And he seemed to miss me. He practically bounced as I whispered in his ear. I told him there was someone important he needed to help protect, anything to get him to continue following me. However much he understood stoked his ego and convinced him to follow the direction I whispered to him.

During the journey, I know that he considered going back. After all, he cared very much now for my family. He was a selfish and stubborn young boy though and easy to coax forward. It wasn't long before we were on Peyton's doorstep.

Huxley was cold and hungry, it was still the wintertime now, so when Peyton opened her door, she quickly ushered him in. Which was a good thing, because he would have come in anyway without a second thought. Immediately she began to fuss over him, do what she could to get him warmed up with her fire and with warm water. When she brought food, he immediately took it and ate all of it quickly.

"You don't have very good manners." Peyton mused as she watched him "What is your name? Where are your parents?"

At least Huxley knew enough about to speak to her now. "Name's Huxley." he managed to say after swallowing "And I don't have parents. You can call me Huck if you want."

I think that's all Peyton had to hear. She immediately began washing him up, much to his dismay, and tucked him into her spare bedroom. After that, I honestly would never have to worry about him again. I knew I wouldn't then, but I definitely know now. She would always be there to care and watch for him. She treats him like a little brother or a son, she cares for him and teaches him anything and everything he would need to know. She shows him right from wrong, and helps him to work on a lot of his issues. I still visit from time to time, I care about him too much not to, but he doesn't need me anymore. He's got Peyton-- and that's the best thing that could have happened to him. Huxley couldn't have asked for a more loving family than Peyton. It was simply meant to be.


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[Strudel]

Thank you so much Mint! I'm so excited to have Huxley and so excited to develop him further! And your comments about my form just made my day <333 Thank you again so much!

[grifforik]

Super congrats Strudel!!!! I love love love the form You did an amazing job! ^u^