[Lioashu]

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Name: Luce
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Luce stared out over the crowd as she pushed her way through. Voices came from all around her as viscets were heading to and fro wherever they needed to be, but Luce wasn’t disoriented. She had one destination; it meant a lot to her and one other viscet. I’m not letting him take this away from me.

Red wasn’t the most intelligent she’s met, but he wasn’t dumb either. I doubt he could figure out what the signs meant...I’m far ahead of him! Luce clicked her teeth beneath her mask as she continued on. Her eyes glowed gently, hardly illuminating the mask. Even if she did have her cloak and mask, she still needed to remain mostly hidden from curious gazes. Going through a crowd was a risk, but it was a risk she was willing to take. No other street lead up to the mountain she was heading towards, and she had little time to reach the peak. That goal was driving her on.

Legends say that at the top of the mountain lies a cave housing the powerful and valuable medallion of Midas. Rumors are spread that wearing it will grant you immense power and insight - it was a treasure many hunters have sought for, but only Luce and Red have made it far enough to have a chance. Both viscets have fought hard to even find the signs leading up to the very mountain it resides on.

Ever since they were young visclings, Red has been Luce’s rival. At first, it was all fun and games in a simple friendship in a simple life. As they both grew older, their rivalry became stronger. They both ended up wanting to be treasure hunters, which only furthered the rivalry. Anything Luce sought to get ahold of, Red would go for it as well. There was one thing that irritated her more than that, though - and that was that Red always seemed to be one step ahead. As their careers continued, they sought after stealing more and more valuable treasures, creating a bounty on both of their heads.

At one point, Luce managed to surpass Red. That was when all of the tables sharply turned, and what was left of their friendship quickly faded away.

She climbed up the mountain path as the wind grew stronger, chilling her fur. Her cloak left most of her body warm, though; the headpiece shielded all but her unforgiving and judging eyes. Luce was near the peak now, and her will remained strong as ever. Red is not going to take this from me.

Luce finally lifted herself up over the last edge, a path that only lead to one singular cave. There was no missing it; the only way back down was the way she came. The opening was surrounded by spikes, shielding the edge of the mountain off from all who dared to reach the top. After a moment’s hesitation, she darted inside. The cave shielded her from the wind, which was something she was grateful for. When she reached the end, the treasure was all that was on her mind.

Now, it was right before her very eyes.

The gold medallion glimmered despite there being no light from any outside source; instead, it was lighting up the cave in waves of golden yellow light. Just looking at it, Luce could tell it was hefty, combined with the strong yet thin golden chain meant for the wearer’s neck. A wicked grin crossed her face as she removed the mask. Her amber eyes were boring into the object, and it finally was all hers. Stepping forward, she snatched it from the pedestal it floated upon, and went to place it over her head when a voice stopped her.

“Are you really sure you want to do that?”

She turned, slowly and menacingly towards it’s source as she held the necklace between her paws. As she began to answer, she felt a sudden pain within her throat causing her to wheeze and cough. Her breath was turning gold, smoke pouring out from her jaws.

“That’s a cursed object, Luce. Once you wear it, your life will change for the worse.”

Her wicked grin returned on her face, and slowly, she placed it over her head. Her whole body seemed to freeze, becoming rigid for just a moment; before she could move yet again. Every breath was a little more labored, as more gold dust left her throat. A laugh escaped, echoing eerily through the cave as it did. “You’re only saying that so I can give it up. Don’t think I can’t see through your greed, Red.” More gold dust began to fill the cave, beginning to swallow up Luce’s body. “Wait-!” Red called, but when the dust cleared,

she was gone.

credits:
red belongs to me

[Zeve]

Quick pre-authors note here: really hope ya'll enjoy this story and please feel free to PM me any comments, questions, or criticisms you may have so that i can hopefully improve. Thank you~

Special shout out to DAUser Kawaii wishes for borders/text

Please note that all Viscets mentioned in this piece can be found: Here

Word Count Total: 746

Solanine felt a shiver run through her spine despite the flames flickering softly in front of her. Her eyes roamed across to the other four viscets. Two males and two females each different in their abilities and beliefs yet all stood united.

A voice filled the cool night and attention was drawn to the smallest viscet of the group. Her fur was shades of pinks with soft swirls and soft to the touch. She had a small heart dotted just below her eye with a kind smile and open personality. But when you looked in her slitted yellow-pink eyes you could see a darkness in their depths and her smile could become sharp and brittle. But today her voice was warm and strong with a hint of foreboding when she spoke. Morticia was no normal viscet.

“Welcome all to this wonderful ritual, tonight we are going to have another join our ranks.” Morticia said her face breaking into a smirk towards Solanine who bowed her head slightly glancing at Morticia across the flames. Morticia continued, “It is not often we see someone join our pack, our group, our unit, our family and it is always a night of celebration when it is.” She waved her paws around to emphasis the small group of four soon to be five.

Quickly, Morticia lowered herself disappearing into the flames before popping back up holding a package, “In this parcel you will find a gift from each of us. A piece of us we have made for you as a welcoming gift into our ranks.” The other three nodded in silent agreement. Morticia waited a moment before walking around the fire towards Solanine. Solanine’s heart began to hammer as Morticia approached carrying the items.

She continued talking, “Myself and Acadonna have made you a headdress befitting of your abilities, Seigby has made you a cape to keep you warm and help you…fit in,” she paused looking at Seigby for confirmation who lets out a grunt and nod of approval his glowering eyes staring at her intensely. Morticia smiled and continued, “Lastly, Bram has made you an ethereal scarf to help aid you in your magic and ensure you never run out as it will pull from the world around you so you will no longer feel the effects of running out of your own. Use it wisely. It also has other abilities that Bram will help teach you to use in due time.”

Morticia’s smirk dissolved as her voice lowered sending a chill throughout Solanine, “Remember once you accept these clothes you will always be with us. Never shall we fail you or ignore you, but you must always do the same in kind. The powers that be have led you to our capable hands and we will nurture and guide you. Taking these clothes is an agreement until death.” She smirked then her eyes twinkling, “But that is also up to debate.” Solanine’s eyes flickered to Bram who stood nearest to them and she could feel his smirk as his pale eyes bored into her hers. She quickly glanced back to Morticia who held out the parcel.

“Of course,” She added her smile becoming icy, “You are free to walk away now. If you do, you have until sunset to leave our territory. We will not hunt you, we will never speak of you again. It is your choice to be here.

Nervously Solanine reached out for the parcel. With them she’d never be alone. With them her power would be controlled, would grow. She would not leave nor back out now. Solanine knew that there could never be any other place that would welcome her. So she grabbed it from Morticia and unwrapped her gift. They were beautiful. These were made for me. Yes. For her. She slipped on the bird skull with orange and black feathers. She draped the black cape across her form and wrapped the glowing scarf around herself. It felt right. They didn’t fear her power nor her desire to continue exploring medicine and magic. They do not limit me. She then felt herself enveloped by Acaddona her eyes twinkling with excitement. Seigby’s large lumbering form stood away but he nodded with approval and smiled his teeth glinting from the fire’s light. Her eyes fell onto Bram who studied her and when she found Morticia she saw that she was smiling with enjoyment.

Solanine knew she made the right decision.

[SilverSamurai]

|| _____Aiakos (ee-AH-kos)

|| _____Male (dmab)

|| _____Death-Weaver

“Aiakos, listen close. To be close with death is to understand life.” It was a warning of sorts, maybe a challenge even, “I’m not sure I understand, father?” “Ah, one day you might.”


I have never been patient. I was curious and determined, and did not like waiting around for things to just happen. I took up interest in dark magic and manipulative magic, which rewarded me with some harsh looks from my father, but he never said anything. What really drove my curiosity was life itself… The struggle to grow and flourish in an ideal condition, and yet how easily it could be torn apart and broken down. I spent hours on end tending to a garden and challenging my magic capabilities; making certain plants grow faster, the effect of heavy magic on some, and my favorite, reviving the shriveled plants that were growing weak in time. It was difficult, and didn’t always work with the desired results, but I pushed on, set on improving in time.

Except, that was the one area that I couldn’t make progress in no matter how much I practiced. It seemed that death’s grasp was stubborn, and even when tricked and cheated, left it’s marks on its prey. The flowers that had succumbed to death were fairly easy to breath life into once more, but death had marked them. The once colorful petals were torn and pale, sad-looking and begging to return to the earth. What am I doing wrong? I would ask myself, and began testing my magic on larger organisms. Now, I wouldn’t go out of my way to try my luck, but rather if a rabbit or a dear happen to pass by, I would take the opportunity. The results were… nearly the same, but improved slightly in time.

An idea struck me one morning, and my father’s words echoed in my head once more. If I understand life… What life do I understand better than my own? Would my own magic be effective on the being it came from?

Well, I won’t know until I try.

I woke up early one morning and hurried off to an obscure spot in the woods where I would not be interrupted… or found out. I glanced around and scribbled runes into the dirt and attempted to channel my own life force. It was easy enough to find, but grasping it was unlike anything I’ve ever felt before. I gasped, feeling my chest tighten, and I was overcome with a wave of… fear? I jolted back, cursing myself. I’ve never been one to bail from something once my mind is set. “Aiakos? Are you here?” The voice echoed in the distance, and I jumped from the sudden noise. My father. I brushed the runes from the dirt with my tail and stood, but stumbled a bit. I cursed again.

Feeling weak, I looked myself over and gasped at the sight. Around me swirled a yellow-ish whisp of energy, seemingly made up of light and dust. I reached out to touch it, but it swirled around my paws. But oh, the energy that ran through my body upon its touch. That’s when the realization hit. I had challenged Death, and I am to dance with Life to continue on. I chuckled at the thought, not entirely understanding myself.

“Aiakos! There you are-“ My father appeared in my line of sight, but he froze upon seeing me. “What have you-“ I couldn’t stand it. I turned tail and ran without looking back. I don’t think I could face my father like this, and I didn’t want him to worry. This was entirely my doing, after all.

I ran as far as I could, and stopped only when I felt truly disorientated. I set up a makeshift camp and began to scavenge material and feathers. If I am to run away, I don’t want to be found out and taken back. I had to look as intimidating as my magic felt, and I needed a way to hide myself while still on the move. I needed a mask of sorts, and a heavy cover. In few days time, I had collected fabric from a nearby village and had picked up handfuls of vulture feathers from nearby planes. Carefully piecing my materials together, I adorned myself with the crafted mask headdress and heavy cape, and continued my journey.

As I ventured further into unknown territory, my ego grew as well. Here I am, I think to myself, still thriving after challenging death itself. I hold my head high, never looking back, determined to continue improving my magic, but this time, with a deeper understanding of the challenge. Practical uses, perhaps little to none, but there may be a day where I truly do understand. (797)

[Sullivan Maurus]

Amxen no.XV | WIP | Male | Male

He is a Witchdoctor who is responsible for the ailment of PPS in Viscets, and also the reverse PPS potion.

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[ThatDragonAdara]

Oh my goodness, what a dreamie!

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(The scarf is made of children's dreams broken dreams and ungranted wishes, the mask is made of dinosaur bone and is meant to show no emotion or personality flaws in the wearer, and the cloak is to hide any imperfections in the wearer's appearance)