[Shadow Striker]

Is it a tree? Is it candy corn? Is it both???

Here is my second Viscet for this GA period! I hope you guys like that mane as much as I do. To win this Viscet, I want to know something unique about them. That's it. I purposefully am leaving this a bit vague because I want to see what you can come up with. You have a minimum of 100 words but a max of 600. You can also have two extras, each being a piece of art or 500 words. Prettying up is allowed but not counted towards judging! This will end on 10/25.

Username: LEEaboo
Name: Kendimaíz
Gender: Male
Owned as of: 10/28/17

Mutations:
None

[Saberblush]

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~Kendimaíz~

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Username: LEEaboo

Name: Kendimaíz (candy corn)

Nick Name: Kendi (candy)

Full Name: Kendimaíz Forêt'Väktare
(Kendi means candy in Filipino)
(Maíz means corn in Spanish)
(Forêt' means forest in French)
(Väktare means guardian in Swedish)

Gender: Male

How are they unique?
This is the tale of the forest guardian born from candy corn fields and the Halloween forest. The creature whom many fear and those who have seen respect. To begin we will have to start at the beginning of course, when our mysterious Viscet was created. Many years ago in the small town of Sweetfield. A town known for it's miracle crop of candy corn. A place where children trick or treated and played without any fright and everyone thought everything was alright.
On Halloween night a storm began to howl with vigorous winds and rain, while thunder roared and lighting cracked into the candy corn fields. A strange mystic fog filled the streets emerging from the Halloween forest. As the rain fell heavily the water began to rise causing a flood in the fields of candy corn and drifting some ears into the forest tree line. Lightening struck where the corn met the forest and though it was raining the forest and corn went up in flames. The Viscets in the town began to panic and tried to put out the fire but to no avail, the drenched flames only raised higher engulfing the forest and fields heading towards the town. The flames in the air seemed to form the outline shape of a viscets head but then as quickly disappeared leaving the towns viscets even more frightened. A shadowy figure could now be seen amongst the the burning forest and candy corn his eyes glowed orange with a ring of yellow and his mane glowed the color of candy corn vibrant orange yellow and white illuminated the night. It glowed because of the power within him and the energy of the lighting strike he was born from the glowing allows him to release the energy back into the forest.
The creature approached the town and the flames ceased all at once as he left the line of the forest and corn. He came closer and closer the town viscets, all filled with fear and rage proceeded to throw whatever they had at the creature they then yelled at him hurtful statements "like monster, crop burner you did this, kill him." Once those words parted from their muzzles he ran back towards the forest as his mane glowed brighter and brighter with the candy corn colors then darted as a streak of lightening back to the forest. As he touched the tree line the forest went up in flames again. The flames now only for show to keep the towns viscets from coming after him.
The creature proceeded to mend the tattered and burnt trees along with revising the crops of candy corn that had burned. He emerged once more only to speak. "I am the guardian of this forest and those candy corn crops... I will protect both as long as you protect me. Never set paw in my forest and I'll never set paw to aflame your candy corn." His voiced rumbled throughout the town and his mane glowed bright as he turned away and disappeared in a flash of candy corn color along with the sound of cracking lightening. The towns viscets still in shock stared at the forest no longer burning and looked to their crops perfectly flourishing as the night turned into morning.
From that day the story has been told and changed from a horror story to a kids folktale over and over. They now call him Kendimaíz Forêt'Väktare meaning Candy Corn Forest Guardian. But one thing still remains, no one has ever set paw in his forest and no one dares to. (600/600 words)

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Extras:

Extra 1- Poem and Story, possible relationship with Candy

From howling winds to dancing trees
The guardian is the one whom sees
His hair of candy, his body of tree
The gurdian of Halloween

Beware don't fright
Walk through with sight
To once met light
And From the night

You run till morn
Now lay down and rest
The gurdian of candy corn
And the Halloween forest

Burning like the legends say
Candy corn did flood that day
The glowing mane of kandimiaz
With streak of lightening he's away


Still no one went in the forest as the tale said the flames will burn the corn will die and well it's for the best not to step foot in the forest. Everyone followed this tale until one day one curious viscet changed it all. Candy heard the tales of the kandimaíz. She was amazed by the stories of how he was made from candy corn and his main that glowed. She more than anything wished to meet this strange creature. Her friends pleaded for her not to go. She didn't give into their pleads she wanted to give Kandimaíz some affection "he must be so lonely" she said to her self.
That night Candy went behind her house onto a brushy path that turned and swirled until she got to a wire fence. This was the Halloween forest tree line she looked in through the holes and softly spoke "kendimaíz..I'm Candy.. I know you said no trespassing but.. I want to see you I'm sure you're very loney ... I adore you... So could I talk to you maybe.. can we be friends?" she looked down and placed her head against the fence and closed her eyes. The fence shifted and she felt a weight against her head and warmthed. He pressed his head on the fence against hers and he closed his eyes. Kendimaíz had listened to her and indeed he was very lonely all he wanted was to be friends with atleast one viscet and this one girl wanted to be.
Her eyes widened. She looked up slowly as he did the same. Their noses met and she came to a blush as well as he. She began crying tears of joy. "you just need love..." he smiled and nodded in agreement as he placed his paw on the fence against hers. He looked up and spoke " Please visit me everyday Candy" she jumped over the fence and hugged him tight "I will I promise" he hugged her back and spoke again "Candy?" His voice nervous "I love you" she smiled and hugged him tight as more tears rolled down her cheeks "I love you too Kendi".
From that day on she visited him everyday. Everyone thought she was crazy but she didn't care cause she had kendi. Their friendship bond grew stronger along with their romantic relationship. She hoped one day Kendi could come out of the forest and see the rest of the world. But until that day she would go to him everyday. (500/500 words)

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Extra 2- Art, Candy and Kendi

Link to art below in case image above disappears

-Candy & Kendi-

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I'm sorry if I went over board lol, I am just very drawn and attached to this gorgeous viscet. I have so many amazing stories, ideas, and more in depth on the stories wrote above for this bab.

Thank you very much for this opportunity

[corrosive_limes]

Username:

corrosive_limes

Name:

Fáfnir Nidhogg Ormarr

FÁFNIR: Old Norse myth name of a dwarf who transformed into a dragon, the symbol of greed. Also called Fraener.
NIDHOGG: Anglicized form of Old Norse Níðhöggr, meaning "dreaded striker." In mythology, this is the name of a dragon or serpent who gnaws at the roots of the world tree Yggdrasill.
ORMARR: Old Norse name composed of the elements orm "serpent" and herr "army," hence "serpent army."

Gender:

Male

How are they unique?:

word count ;; 577 / 600
Ever since Fáfnir was a young Viscling, ever since he saw the scouts returning from missions on the backs of their dragons, he'd been fascinated with the creatures, but more than that, he seemed to have a deeper, inexplicable connection with them. He always simply seemed to understand them. Fáfnir could always tell what was going on with them with more pinpoint accuracy than Viscets who'd been working with and studying dragons and dragon psychology their entire lives.
He comes from a small desert village near the capital of the desert kingdom of Du'velfarre where dragons are common, both as feral pests and domestic companions. The dragons of the scouts had their nests dug into the side of a nearby sandstone cliff, but it wasn't uncommon to see them in the streets either. Fáfnir's parents always warned him to not go near the dragons, and they said it was because he was so small they might step on him by accident.
Fáfnir's favorite place of all, however, was the nursery within the village, where the dragon eggs were kept and incubated, and where the hatchlings were kept until they were old enough to be moved and begin training.
One day, one of the hatchlings had gotten out of the nursery and was loose in the village. No one knew quite how it had gotten out, and no one seemed to be able to catch it. Every time someone got close it spooked and squirmed away, fluttering to the top of the nearest house and scampering away. It lead the guards and caretakers on a wild goose chase - or rather, dragon chase - through the village for the better part of the day, evading capture from everyone.
This went on until late in the evening, when it had finally become cornered up against the front of the house Fáfnir and his family lived in. The guards had formed a semi-circle around it, trapping it against the front of the building, and Fáfnir had wandered outside to watch the last few minutes of the chase. The guards were slowly closing in on the young hatchling. Its back was arched with its little wings extended, and its eyes were darting from one face to another. Just when it seemed like it was over, the young dragon bolted, dashing between the legs of the scouts and caretakers. It was heading straight for Fáfnir, and his parents were shouting at him to move out of the way. Fáfnir thought it would run right past him, but it instead shocked everyone by leaping up directly into Fáfnir's arms.
As soon as the dragon's scales made contact with his fur, Fáfnir felt an intense burst of energy like a bolt of lightning rushing through him, burning hotter than fire and freezing colder than ice. He gasped, feeling as if he'd just been hit with a wave of icy water, and stumbled, nearly falling and dropping the hatchling. He felt its scaly nose and smooth talons burrowing into the fur of his chest, and he could feel it shivering. At the same time, he became aware of an odd sensation at the back of his mind, a sensation that could only be described as an extension or bridge in his consciousness. Pouring through from that bridge were feelings of fear and confusion, as well as a sense of a vast, alien consciousness.

With a start, Fáfnir realized it was the mind of the hatchling.

Extras:

About Fáfnir:
word count ;; 499 / 500
On that fateful day that Chusi - the hatchling - broke loose from the nursery, her and Fáfnir's minds had somehow become linked. They can sense each others thoughts and emotions as well as share memories and information - all telepathically and without magic. This bond connects them, even if they're miles apart, and can't be permanently broken by any means, though it can be temporarily blocked by distance or magic. Fáfnir can also touch the minds of other dragons, but the special bond is only present between him and Chusi.
In addition to a mental bond with dragons, Fáfnir also possesses the gift - or curse - of pyromancy, or the magical ability to control fire. He can create and control flames at will, and can also stop fire from burning him. Pyromancy is a relatively common ability among the desert kingdoms, however, so it's not quite as notable as his relation with dragons.
Since the bond was formed, Fáfnir's fascination with dragons only continued to grow, and began volunteering to help the scouts or hatchery caretakers, doing his best to learn more about dragons. When he was old enough to become an apprentice and start learning a profession under the guidance of a mentor, one of the scouts chose him as an apprentice and mentored him and Chusi with the help of his own dragon. While Fáfnir excelled at the combat portion of his training, he very much preferred to learn about the dragons themselves, and always had an endless supply of questions ready.
When he completes his apprenticeship, Fáfnir plans to work as a dragon handler, working with and studying feral dragons, caring for eggs and hatchlings, and educating others on how to handle dragons. Though he loves his apprenticeship, he feels that combat just isn't for him, and he would rather use his gifts for something else. His bond with Chusi and ability to manipulate fire makes him a perfect candidate for a dragon handler, as his connection with dragons allows him to speak to and understand them, and his skill with fire would allow him to prevent any fire-related mishaps that might happen.
Coming from the kingdom of Du'velfarre, Fáfnir never learned much common growing up, and the language is strange to him. Unlike most of the other kingdoms, common isn't Du'velfarre's official language, and the majority of its population speaks a different language. Since his childhood, Fáfnir has learned how to speak common, but speaks it with an accent - somehow between German and Russian here.
Aside from dragons, Du'velfarre is most known in the trading business for their amazing perfumes - stronger and more fragrant than those of any other kingdom's. Like its perfumes, its citizens also have strong and unique scents, and Fáfnir is no exception. His mane smells predominantly of citrus - specifically oranges and lemons - and vanilla, while the rest of his fur has a deeper, smokier scent to it - possibly from hanging around dragons too much
Art:
"I'll Burn This Whole World Down" - By me

possible res? may have something to do with Tokala. snake charmer? pyromancer? from the desert kingdoms? common isn't his first language. smells like oranges and lemons and very slightly of wood smoke. helps raise/protect dragon eggs and hatchlings and train them?

[Kitten's_Creed]

Username: Kitten's_Creed
Name: Pat
Gender: Male
How are they unique?(min 100, max 600): Pat is a little smaller than the rest of the viscets, but it a bit lighter in weight so it helps him run a faster. Also when night comes along the white parts of the fur on the back and the tip of the tail glows. Because of the absorption of the sun light in the day it has enough energy to light up at night.
Extras: (optional): N/A

[mellow yellow.]

Mark

[Saberblush]

Stupid question but, Does this count toward guest artist adopt?...

[Mint Chip]

Stupid question but, Does this count toward guest artist adopt?...

it's a GA adopt, so it certainly does c:

[Saberblush]

Stupid question but, Does this count toward guest artist adopt?...

it's a GA adopt, so it certainly does c:

Alright haha thank you lol

[Kydashing]

Whoa love the mane on this one, and the color scheme is awesome! A possible mark, hoping you ga term goes just as well :3

[~Ash Wolf~]

Mark