[magpiemochi.]

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n: Gizamaluke | GFBP: male
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"Tired, Guardian?" Gizamaluke spat the words, the smirk growing wider when Ugin didn't answer his question with the spoken word. She only lowered her head, eyes shutting as if to block out the mangled husk of the viscet she once knew and adored. It was only when her eyes opened again that his smirk screwed into a lopsided frown, disappointed and a bit taken aback that she had the nerve to set her eyes on him for a second time. He was a God now; not just some messenger boy. At least, that's what Kaecilius had fed to him.

She couldn't doubt him, though, as he stood square in front of her. Everything about him was different. His appearance being the most alarming difference, but his aura had been changed as well. He had been reanimated, and it made her sick to her stomach.

Her eyes always gave her away. The despair was clear as day, and he shivered from the pleasure it created behind his ribcage. He could almost swear he felt his dead heart beat for a half a moment.

"I was offered unlimited power and so I took it." Another evil smirk revealed sharp teeth. "Would you like to see?"

As she looked upon the corrupted harbinger in front of her, she felt as though all of her hard work to keep their quiet world balanced was for naught. It was the first time in her ancient life that she realised she just didn't care anymore. "Show me anything you would like, my child."

That wasn't the reaction he was hoping for, but then again... Ugin was a master of deception. She claimed to be a being of peace, but she was a hypocrite. She could pretend all she wanted; he knew better. Besides, he couldn't let his excitement go to waste.

"Kaecilius taught me a thing or two. I've become what you might call... A master of time travel." The sentence was exaggerated with a cheeky wink as he held out his paw for her.

In the past, Ugin might have asked a question or two before taking his paw, but she was tired. She grasped his paw without a second thought and it couldn't have been more than a few seconds before they were thrown into a worm hole of sorts. It was troubling that Kaecilius taught him how to control his own personal portal so soon, but she wasn't going to question any of it any longer.

After so many times traveling through the portals, it was like second nature for her, but Gizamaluke wasn't so lucky. The moment their paws were on solid ground again, he couldn't stop himself from staggering forward, the contents of his stomach hitting the ground before he even knew what was happening.

"Are you alright?" Ugin offered without hesitation, forgetting for a moment that he wasn't the viscet he used to be —

"I'm fine."

— his snarled response was her reminder.

The frown against Gizamaluke's maw wasn't present for very long as he watched Ugin's features contort into a look of pure anguish at the scene that was playing out in front of them.

Kaecilius was there (or at least a past version of Kaecilius) and that alone forced a gasp from her dry throat. If there was one thing Ugin was afraid of, it was him. He wasn't an all powerful undead God or anything of the sort; he wasn't even a viscet.

Kaecilius was a parasite.

He was a parasite that wasn't even from their world. A parasite created and allowed to fester for thousands of years in the prison Ugin was kept in. Kaecilius was the parasite she inadvertently released into their peaceful world when she escaped the void prison. Kaecilius was more powerful than her and the Hell-King Tyramet combined.

She had every reason to fear this monster.

Yet she watched as Gizamaluke grinned happily at the sight of his new master. Kaecilius was nothing to smile about, but she knew he wouldn't understand no matter how hard she tried to convince him.

Gizamaluke pointed in front of them, and it was a melancholy scene indeed. Ugin watched the two viscets — her cherished Gizamaluke and the monster, Kaecilius — grasp one another's paws as if closing a deal, and it wasn't too long after that when Gizamaluke's soul was literally ripped from his body. The Harbinger in front of them crumpled to the ground while the one beside her smiled almost maniacally.

"This is it, Guardian." He whispered harshly, paw continuing to point at the past version of himself. "This is the moment my life began." He seemed to beam with an unfamiliar pride as he spoke.

When the Gizamaluke that was trapped in the time loop stood up again, his eyes no longer held any form of life. He looked up at Kaecilius with dead eyes, but his voice was anything but. "You are the one true Guardian, my Master. I will do your bidding in any way that you seem fit."

The rest of what was said was admittedly lost on Ugin. She didn't feel the need to pay attention any longer. She saw what he wanted her to see.

It wasn't until they were back to the present time that she started to really notice the changes his corruption brought forth. When she first noticed the apparent darkness surrounding them before they left, she chalked it up to bad weather on the horizon, but it was becoming obvious to her that it wasn't bad weather at all; it was the sun itself. The sun was a handful of shades darker than usual, as if some sort of cover had been placed over it.

"Gizamaluke." Ugin's voice shook with fear and anger.

"What have you done?"

Kaecilius was allowed to roam free, using Gizamaluke as a vessel, and as the sun continued to dim by the minute, it was apparent to all that a Dark Age was upon them and everyone needed to prepare.

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word count: 1000/1000
Ugin is owned by me
Kaecilius is owned by me
Tyramet is owned by me
art work is by me

[trans]

maybe res? :thinking:

ideas:
- in a secret coven
- everyone goes by bird names
- they go by raven

wip

[SimplySinister]

Username:
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[Cutieduckpie]

Username: Cutieduckpie
Name: Sacrificium (Sacrifice in Latine)
Gender: Male
Gender for breeding: Male

Short Story: (1000Words + 74 counting in the extra please :s)

Sacrificium was a Viscet boy with an handsome looking fur : a black like they never saw before, except those faded stripes at his elbows, tail and rounder ones under his eyes. He was born in a Russian tribe and was a real troublemaker, his family was blindly taking care of him anyway. But some day his life took a turn because of this particular trait : Him and his family were on the road to a new area (since the tribe expend a lot) and he began to be impatient, bored, and to grumble. He thought it would be a good idea to jump across a brumble bush to see what was at the other side, and found himself in a pretty clearing with a small waterhole to drink from. He looked back at the others who were not that far but haven’t noticed his missing yet, so he decided to cool off a little bit and to roll on the green grass wet from the dusk’s dew. What he didn’t plan was when he got back on his feets the others had gone on their way and were now out of his sight. His anxiety shooted up as he looked around him. This clearing suddently seemed horrendously oppressive and unsafe. A first call crossed his mouth while he was going back on his steps, crossed again the tiny bush (now turning up into a mighty bush almost impossible to jump), and tried to follow his fellows steps.

He never was able to found them.

He walked a lot across the country until he stoped near the cities where the humans lived, and spend most of his life wandering in the quiet streets and dark spots of the towns he visited. One day he met his first owner, a male human with a strong smell of smoke, old but muscular and tall, he had eyes that could dig to your soul and a tatooed hand that he did to Sacrificium as well a few weeks later. Now they were linked to each other for ever.

Sacrificium soon was able to define his master’s habits, traits, moods and personnality and he was enjoying his new life between minor rites, black magic witchcraft and activities that he learned and was taking part in. Although there were one ceremony that he didn’t liked at all : The Sungir Rite.
To execute it his master usually caught a few Viscets during summer where the prides are busy raising and taking care of their hatchlings. These Viscets had all their fur as white as pure snow (which never failed to impress him). That was part of the ritual. It was taken place in a lone forest outside of town, where ruins of a temple were still upright. Sacrificium didn’t liked this place either… when you entered the temple it was like someone took your breath away and replace it with a coldness blast entering your body, penetrating your lung and running through your veins, leaving you with a distressed feeling and a deep sorrow.
His master set up everything and began the rite. One was sacrificed on the 1st. They were no blood, no pain ; his master was singing ancient calls and summoning while placing his hands above the poor sleeping Viscet, walking around him and proceeding for less than one minute. After he was done Sacrificium had no need to ask if he was still alive … because he felt it in his heart and learnt throught the years to recognize this painful feeling, to overcome it.

But the rite wasn’t over. Three Viscets were still in cage, waiting for their fate.

The 31rd of that same month the same scheme played, just like a theater show, the same moves, spells, this unfathomable pain. This night were not going to be like the other though. When it came to the last one he soon noticed that the ritual was not working according to plan. An unusual hunch arise and began to crawl inside his body. Something was wrong. He looked to his master and saw that he knew too, his features were distended. Unexpectedly his master let out an inhuman scream, grabbed a wooden object and threw it at him. When he regained conscious he was lying at the sacrificed one spot. He just had the time to understand what this man had done. Sacrificium was dead. His heart stopped beating on this cold stone who was now his last home … However his soul was trapped in his body, still so shocked by his master’s move. He didn’t want to believe it ! That was NOT possible ! Unthinkable … unthinkable to be abandoned again … But It happened. It was impossible for him to think about anything else, his mind was trapped in a vivid torrent of anger, an unstoppable fury tormenting his soul and keeping it eager for revenge.
The man knew it too. His sacrifice didn’t work anyway and the body of his Viscet was not even disappearing ! What a bad luck he had ! He repack his stuff and searched for a way out. He finally decided to throw an old tarp over Sacrificium and left him here.

Colder than ever. A quark shattered the silent forest, a pack of majestic great ravens landed on the worn out tarp and strated pecking at his body while the cloud hiding the half moon appeared, lighting up the whole temple in an imperfect crescent. He started to feel a new strenght through his body, something was changing, HE was changing ! (That hurt though) It felt like he was being tatooed again. He took a glance at his marked paw, making the sorrow even stronger. He became surprised when shining dots started to appear on his tatoo, but that was just the begining.
A spasm took him off guard and he lost consciousness again. What he didn’t see his the ravens summoning all the sacrificed Viscets, moving down from the sky as bright stars. The process was mentally exhausting and physically painful for him but at the end all these Viscets stars are part of Sacrificium, they show on his back and spines ; the ravens before leaving each inserted a feather on his back connecting with the stars, and the more precious feathers on his cheeks. And last but not least the hideous tarp transformed into his inseparable current cloak.

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Sacrificium is now a mature Viscet with a lot of knowledge and wisedom. He still has a broken heart that never really heal after what happened … It’s part of him.
He travel through Russia to hunt down every abusive Viscets owners, every one harming them, every one taking their lives. But who knows, maybe one day another Viscet will catch his eye and will make him wants to settle and create his own pack.

[corrosive_limes]

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corrosive_limes
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Du'an Velastor Aza'zel Wolfrafa'ma

"The Reaper"
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Male
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A flutter of wings alerted the dark Viscet to a bird's presence outside the window of the stone parapet. The light from the candle on the hard wood desk flickered and threw shadows like monsters across the unforgiving walls as the wind from the bird's landing swept through the room. Du'an looked up from the tome he'd been pouring over all night and squinted towards the sill. In the branches of the dead tree just outside the tower sat a crow. It returned his gaze and tilted its head. Their eyes locked for a moment before the bird fanned its wings, uttered a piercing call, and disappeared into the dim light. Only was it then that Du'an saw the warm glow on the horizon heralding the coming of the rising sun and realized he'd been up all night researching.

"I've almost found it...just a little longer..." he thought to himself as he turned back to the massive book before him, scribbling down a few more notes on the scroll beside him.
His tired eyes alit on one of the illustrations on the page of the book. He'd seen it many times before, but this time it held his gaze, and the longer he stared, the more an idea began to take shape in his head. Suddenly he felt wide awake. His heart was racing in his chest and he began to grow excited.

He understood now; he saw the connection.
Du'an jumped up from the desk, knocking his chair over and sending ink spilling across the table in his excitement. He snatched up a bag of blue powder, a bundle of crow and raven feathers, and a box of black candles from where they lay on a chair near the window and rushed to the door. He took the spiral stairs two or three at a time, and the speed of his passage caused the light from the torches to flicker and jump.
Du'an burst out into the main hall of the keep but didn't stop. Items clutched to his chest, he hurried to the main doors and pushed them open, stepping out into the dreary light of early morning. The keep was on a hilltop surrounded by soaring grey mountains. It was late in the fall, and the trees had already lost the few leaves they had to begin with. A long and winding cobblestone path traced its way up from the town in the valley, through the forest, past the river, and up the hills where it ended its journey at the front gate of the keep. Surrounded by a tall black metal fence with spiked tips, the main grounds was scattered with tombstones, as the place also doubled as a cemetery. This close to winter, everything about the tower seemed cold and unwelcoming.
A chill wind sprung up as Du'an made his way to a relatively flat spot on the grounds. There, among the dying grass, fallen leaves, and graves of dead Viscets, Du'an began his work in earnest. Pulling the drawstring on the pouch, he very carefully traced a faint design in blue powder onto the ground. It was made of two circles, but had various lines coming through the center and intersecting at strange angles, and there were a few arcane runes running along the lines. The black candles were placed on the points were the lines connected with the outer circle, and the feathers on the points intersecting with the inner circle.
In the center of it all stood Du'an. There, in the middle of the keep grounds, as the first light of morning began to creep over the tops of the mountains and the wind whispered through the barren trees, he began. The Viscet closed his eyes and began to hum softly, swaying slightly. Soon he ceased humming and began to recite a spell, over and over. The black candles suddenly burst into life, a bright blue flame appearing above each of them one by one. Du'an continued his recital, slowly climbing in speed and intensity. With every recital, the flames grew brighter and hotter and the wind began to pick up speed until it was tearing through the trees with the force of a thousand banshees. The flames lifted from the candles and began to circle Du'an, forming a whirling wall of blue fire as the chanting reached a fever pitch. Du'an began to feel lightheaded from the spinning, but didn't miss a single beat. The wall of fire picked up speed - reaching a speed Du'an hadn't thought possible - and began to pulse in time with the chant. With every pulse, the ring of fire constricted around Du'an, growing brighter and brighter, blotting out the light of the rising sun. Just when the fire was so close and so bright Du'an thought he'd be forced to stop lest he be burned alive, the wall of light vanished in a blinding flash of pure white.

Then came the pain.
Du'an felt as if he'd been hit with a bolt of lightning from the gods themselves. He cried out as white hot pain burned through every fiber of his being for a single agonizing moment that felt like an eternity, before darkness consumed him and every sensation left him.

He couldn't see -- everything was black.
He felt himself falling...

...falling...

...falling...

...into nothing.
He didn't know how long he floated there in emptiness, in limbo, in purgatory - maybe an instant, maybe a thousand years - when he began to hear whisperings all around him. At first, he was so dazed and they were so quiet he couldn't quite make out what they were saying. Slowly, he began to be able to make out what they were saying, and they all said the same thing:

"An outside soul? Still connected to the mortal plane? Can't be!"
Du'an opened his eyes.
All around him were Viscets, but something about them seemed...off. He couldn't quite place it until he looked again and realized they all seemed to be slightly faded and glowed with a soft light. They were staring at him in awe, confusion, and in some cases, fear. Du'an didn't understand where their reactions were coming from until he looked down at himself and gasped.
His lower half was shrouded in a shadow so thick it seemed to be alive, and even as he watched the shadows swirled tighter together and his legs materialized from them. He caught a strange motion out of the corners of his eyes, and turned to see what it was but it still evaded him. Only then did he realize that his eyes were glowing. Du'an felt the strangest sensation in the back of his mind, almost as if something was pulling him or calling to him. Through that sensation he could still sense the cemetery and keep, and he realized it must be his link to the physical realm.
A few guards must have been nearby and noticed the commotion, as some had already arrived at the scene. The guards were hard to miss even in the crowd, as they wore lightweight black armor with dark cloaks and carried scythes. Two of them approached Du'an and led him swiftly away.
They moved so quickly through the streets and the guards were so close on either side of him that Du'an wasn't really able to get a sense of where they were. They took him right to the main gates of the castle, where he was then escorted to the emperor's hall. As they walked, Du'an felt almost intimidated by the size of the palace.

"It must be at least fifteen times the size of my keep," he realized dauntingly.
The emperor's hall was longer than his tower was tall, and the throne itself - as well as the Viscet upon it - were completely shrouded in shadow. All that could be seen was the glint of a pair of eyes and the slight swishing of a cloak.
The guard to Du'an's left explained to the Emperor what had happened, that a soul had joined their rankings yet maintained its connection to the mortal plane. The Emperor seemed intrigued by their words.

"And it wasn't one of our Reapers either? Interesting..." the Emperor muttered.
Du'an could feel the Emperor examining him intently, and he could feel his mane standing on end.

"So...Du'an, is it?" the Emperor asked, getting up from the throne and pacing toward the three Viscets, though not stepping out of the shadows. "You have a special gift, one we've never seen before outside of the ranks of our own Soul Reapers. Your body is dead, yet your soul not only lives on, but maintains its link to the physical world."
The Emperor stepped away from the shadows surrounding the throne, though darkness still clung to him like a suit of armor, obscuring his body from sight. The two Reaper Guards stepped away from Du'an, leaving him alone in the middle of the hall with the Emperor as he began to circle him, looking him over from every angle.

"Now, at any other time, under any other circumstances, I would have you detained, or worse. However, we happen to be severely short on Soul Reapers at the current time, and our army is in dire need of more to fill the ranks." He paused in front of Du'an, towering over him.

"So, as an alternative, I'd be willing to supply you a position as a Soul Reaper."
Du'an's heart was racing as fast as his mind, and he nodded and swallowed nervously.

""I-I would b-be honored," he finally managed to stammer out.
The Emperor seemed to smile through the shadows.

"Wise choice. You'll begin the day after tomorrow," he said, turning away. "Report to the barracks tomorrow morning for training and orders."
With that, Du'an felt his body lurch. His vision spun into blackness once more, and when he opened his eyes, he found himself once more in the circle of blue powder. The candles were long since extinguished, and the moon was high in the sky once more. A lone raven sat perched on a nearby tombstone, eyeing him down. Du'an shakily got to his paws, and once more found the shadows swirling around him. This time however, he felt a weight on his back as well. Twisting to see, he saw he was now wearing a cape of some sort. He grinned.

He had succeeded.



total word count ;; ~ 1764

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credits-
-- "The Raven" - Edgar Allan Poe (1809–1849)
-- "Blackbirds" - Linkin Park

[Zeve]

Just wanted to wish everyone luck! Several amazing stories out there~

[Yugi]

This contest is officially closed! Please do not edit your forms after this time c:

Good luck to all who entered; I'm excited to be able to sit down and read through all of the finished forms <3

[LucidDreary]

AH ~ I'm so nervous ;_;
Good luck to everyone! I saw some pretty impressive forms out there! ;o

[corrosive_limes]

ahh good luck to everyone!
i haven't had time to read anyone else's form yet but they all look amazing :o

[~Teya~]

Good luck everyone !!<3