[Caeleesi]

username;
Caeleesi

name;
Edmund, meaning ‘fortune protector’

gender for breeding purposes;
Male

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The night grows darker with every coming minute. There's no denying the fact that you need to get out of the dense, overgrown forest as quick as your legs can take you- but something catches your eye from the thick shrubbery. Something almost... Shiny? It's quite enough to stop you in your tracks.
The glimmering 'thing' appears to wiggle out of the bush, revealing a scornful viscet covered from head to torso with what looks like sharp vines made out of gold?!
"How did that get there?!"
The viscet looks you dead in the eye, opening its jaws as if it were going to say something.

Their eyes drop to the ground and they seat themself before you, looking kind of uncomfortable. He'd raise his eyes to meet yours again, the astonishing gleam of gold around his body almost blinding.
"You want to know what the vines are, I assume?"
You'd nod your head, sitting down in front of him and offering a smile, so that he might relax a little.
"Very well. I will tell you how i came to carry this curse, and why i cannot simply abadon it. You see, my family was cursed a long time ago, and the only escape is to either let my blood line die out, or to carry these vines for as long as i live until my heir is old enough to carry them him or herself. [wip]

-Cursed to carry life force of his fam's blood line
-accepted challenge after seeing how much others struggled with it
-he's too sweet ok
-surprisingly light vines, considering they're gold
-rlly nice guy

Res;;

[Matreats]

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| U s e r n a m e | Matreats

| N a m e | Erebus

| G e n d e r| Male

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Haughty | Problem solver | Prejudiced | Close-minded | Determined | Judgemental | Intelligent | Manipulative

[center]Erebus is the kind of viscet that holds himself above others, and looks down upon those who he deems in-superior to him. He's quick to assume and extremely judgmental. He often finds himself in troublesome situations because of the way he sees and treats others, and those who know him are sure to keep a low profile while around him to avoid his passive-aggressive insults. He's quite the intimidating viscet, with his large and magnificent horns, and his appearance coupled with his attitude usually deters most from speaking to him or starting a conversation.

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The night grows darker with every coming minute. There's no denying the fact that you need to get out of the dense overgrown forest as quick as your legs can take you- but something catches your eye from the thick shrubbery. Something almost.. Shiny? It's quite enough to stop you in your tracks.
The glimmering 'thing' appears to wiggle out of the bush, revealing a scornful viscet covered from head to torso with what looks like sharp vines made out of gold?!
"How did that get there?!"
The viscet looks you dead in the eye, opening its jaws as if it were going to say something.

Mark!
I'm just gonna- drop this one- ugh its so frustrating not having enough time to compete

[toshinori]

username; that darn ghost
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[ShimmerSolarPets]

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name; (Something related with gold)
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Ideas:
-Karako heard of him(?) from his followers
-Decides to seek him out to find and help him, as well as recruit him
-A very mentally-ill viscet who lives alone in a forest
-Violent, angry, vengeful, hurt
-However, it turns out that he was often made a scapegoat in his village
-When he was born, the rumors that he was a child possessed by a demon was spread
-Everything bad that happened was blamed on him because he happened to be unluckily in the area
-He tried his hardest to atone for what he didn't do because he believed he really was a demon
-However, nobody paid attention to his attempts
-One day, something really bad happened
-The village council decided to exile him
-The vines are either his way of trying to atone(?) or his punishment given by an angered witch(?)

[⸙❜◌┊Ren]

username; angeldog5133
name; Lorcan
gender for breeding purposes; Male
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- he fell in love with an evil witch who cursed him and trapped him there
- the town near his forest thinks he's a myth

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[skylark]

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username: Skylark
name: Luciano (Italian Pronunciation: Loo-chi-á-no)
gender: male
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FOREVER
**I changed the names and tense of the intro, to better flow with the rest of the story!

..........The night grew darker with every coming minute. There was no denying the fact that the young boy needed to get out of the densely overgrown forest as quick as his legs could take him- but something caught his eye from the thick shrubbery. Something.. Shiny? It was certainly enough to stop him in his tracks. The glimmering 'thing' appeared to wiggle out of the bush, revealing a scornful viscet covered from head to torso with what looked like sharp vines made out of gold?!
.........."Where did those come from?!"
The viscet looked him dead in the eye, opening its jaws as if it were going to say something.


.........."Return, child! .....Return!" The viscet croaked up the words from his throat with great strength, as though weakening with every breath. Leaning, pulling towards the young boy; the viscet was held back by the mythical golden thorns, which acted as chains- actively enslaving him and drawing him back the other way. The small child only froze in response, peering up at the large and powerful beast as it struggled against the magical entity. Watching, he found he could not move. He was in awe of the viscet's obvious strength, and how easily it seemed to be diminishing in the glowing presence of the thorns. Where were they coming from? Were they even real at all?

..........Growing weaker, the viscet lost stamina with each wrestle against the vines' grasp. They tightened around the viscet's wrists, his haunches, his waist; consuming him more and more. Even his horns were no match for its hunger. As he began succumbing to its pull backward, losing footing, the young boy saw his opportunity and fled. He got away, and quickly after the boy's silhouette had vanished into the dust, the viscet admitted defeat and allowed himself to be carried away by the golden brambles. Back into the darkness of the thick wood, to an evil and damned place.

..........Awakening, his vision was dulled. Luciano was back in his cage- "The Carnival of Souls"- formally known as Limbo. He was strapped down to the cold earthy floor by the vines; and as his consciousness returned, they loosened their grip and slithered away back into the ground. They had finished what they set out to do.

..........Above him, in the sky, was a vortex-like channel of air; mixing a big cluster of disfigured souls around and around- their eyes bright, and wicked, and eerily overjoyed. They exuded a thick ambiance of sound, similar to the blended cheer of an audience. They created a thick haze in the spacious, spherical room, and overtook all the senses of those around them. It was a dull purple. He was used to it, but was getting very sick of it.

..........On the ground were only others like him, others under the curse. They were not dead, but in fact, very alive; all active, jumping around, cackling, and entertaining one another- beaming with youthful energy. They had all accepted their fates- some, even, were happy with them, unlike Luciano. He sighed and rose to his feet, observing the others from afar and taking in the sounds of the souls that forced their way into his mind.

..........Regaining his balance, his strong haunches and powerful form showed no indication of the incident prior. He stood tall, his serious gaze catching the attention of the others. Upon realizing that he had awoken, they quit their celebrating and turned to face his direction. For a moment there was only a pause; partially from concern and partially from fear. The group snapped out of it and individually began toward him.

..........The first to arrive at his side, toppling back and forth in a playful and careless daze, was Fink- the Jester. He seemed to swim through the air, gliding and bobbing around as though it were a thick soup for him to mindlessly wander about in. His wide grin was always ever-present, and upon opening it he found it almost difficult not to laugh; no matter what the subject matter was. Sporting a curious brow, he cocked his head and asked in a humorous pitch, "Hey leader, what's got you down?" while floating about Luciano's tall shoulders. (which in comparison to Luciano, made Fink look quite small in stature)
.........."None of your concern."
..........Luciano was not a man of good humor, and under no circumstance would he ever admit to something as embarrassing as an attempted escape. He merely dusted himself off, and proudly, in an almost militaristic manner, marched off to assert the rest of the group.
.........."It is not to be discussed."

..........The group nodded quietly, and went back to their business amongst one another. It was easy to tell that they were intimidated by him. He was by far the disciplinarian of the whimsical group- and it was destined to stay that way until the very end of it all. Luciano went back to the sidelines to supervise the crowd, and pondered his thoughts about the events of the night before. He sighed, in both shame and regret, yet couldn't help but feel disappointed in himself for not succeeding. He desperately wanted to leave the confines of Limbo, but being both under the curse and leader of the whole operation there was no way he would ever make it out. Not in life, at least.

..........Despite the circumstances, Luciano often refrains from pitying himself over his curse. After all, having such a handful to tend to is quite a distracting feat. The "carnival" needs serious upkeep! Hence the existence of the curse. Luciano is forced to live in Limbo (without aging nor injuries, so long as the laws are followed) if he keeps the souls in Limbo in check and entertained. Easy, yes? Not so much. He is the Ringleader of Limbo's circus bunch. Disciplinarian. Overseer. Leader. Most importantly, a supervisor for the lost spirits. They were put here as a punishment; to be in everlasting confusion and longing. Eternal restlessness. Without any organization of these restless beings, it would be anarchy. Luciano and the others must keep them distracted and entertained in the circus so that their fickle temper doesn't wander off and become destructive. It's a very time-consuming job. At least one person must always be actively distracting the souls at all times, but given how unpredictable even the living persons themselves are in Limbo, Luciano plays a big part in ensuring the souls and workers will always be under control. He's a tough cookie alright; constantly hiding his emotions to ensure, what he thinks is "the success of the operation". An average performance in the "circus" goes as follows:

..........Luciano, equipped with his whip (standing tall and distinguished as always), leads the group from center-stage. Like a ringleader beckoning his lions, he orders the others around and punishes them the moment their performances are lackluster even in the slightest. Rarely does he praise them for their efforts. He has the most control over the souls themselves as well, sometimes even whipping them into shape and keeping them from wandering outside of their cyclone. Luciano never gives up his authoritative reputation for a moment, and losing his dominant method for even one second would be a loss in his eyes. He keeps everyone coordinated.

..........Everyone staying in Limbo is cursed in some way. The spirits themselves are cursed with their afterlife sentence, while it is more complicated for the others there who are alive. They are a part of a much bigger cycle. While in the overworld (Earth) they all managed to slip planes at some point (whether while sleeping, interacting with a spirit (or multiple), interacting with a demon etc, etc) into Limbo. It is extremely rare, and usually not by chance; some sort of holy or hellish being would choose them as a candidate for the job behind the scenes. Nevertheless, upon entering Limbo's circus, you cannot leave unless carefully timing a switch with another person from the outside. Simply being in Limbo's plane does not warrant the curse, but stepping inside of the circus will (and will likely trap you for hundreds of years). Upon exiting the circus, you will find yourself in a seemingly infinite woodland, which may lead back to the overworld at best, or to Hell at worst. This pattern has repeated since time itself began. A big long chronicle of souls cheating each other for millennia, usually because of a demon's choice to send others to do his dirty work.

..........Luciano was one of the lucky contestants. Living in southern Italy, the sturdy viscet was always a hardworking man. He did whatever he could to earn his pay- whether that meant taking up laborious work, stealing, or fighting to get by. He was used to living this way, and took a liking to it, too. The people knew to look out for him. He was a dangerous man who could get what he wanted. He had power. Never would he have expected his life to change so drastically (but that's a completely different story on its own).

..........By that very rare chance mentioned prior, on the night before, the circus had a visitor. A living visitor! What an occasion! At the mouth of the tent's entrance- the dark and looming cavernous opening- the young boy stood. He was obviously lost; standing in a crouched position with his ears drooping low. Immediately, he caught the attention of the clowns inside, who all stopped what they were doing and rushed to the entryway to greet the little stranger. They scrambled on top of each other in an attempt to be the first to make his acquaintance. Luciano, behind them all, took a moment to process his shock. Someone from the outside? It had been so long. Such a thing was practically impossible! For someone from the overworld to slip into the lower planes? Nevertheless, shaking his head, he reasserted himself and spoke.
.........."Clear the way, fools! Leave the child be!"
..........His distinct, gruff, and heavily-accented voice quickly refocused their attention. They shot back and made room for him to pass through. Luciano, in his tall stride, passed each mangled member until reaching the child (whom he towered above). Without adjusting his stiff demeanor, Luciano leaned down toward the child and began to question him.
.........."Little one, do you know where you are?"
.........."No, no sir." he weakly responded while peering into the spacious circus tent. He had never witnessed anything like this before, nor did he really ever want to again. Catching sight of the souls circling inside, he frightfully took a step back and winced.

..........Luciano, though slightly reluctant, caught himself plotting. He knew the ins-and-outs of the curse regulations better than most of the others. He figured he had a shot at escaping, but it would be at the cost of the child's wellbeing. He was so tired of living in the confines of this draining graveyard that he was bound into. This could be it for him! When else would an opportunity like this come around? It may take hundreds or thousands of years. The others may even be plotting at this very moment. He would have to act fast. He would have to take the sacrifice.
..........Luciano rose back to his feet and cleared his throat. He needed to remain calm and collected, in order to convince the young boy and the others that he had everything under control.
.........."There is no need to be afraid. You are in the midst of an extremely rare phenomenon; you have slipped into the unearthly plane." He explained, taking a moment to think of his next move. The child perked up a bit once again and, sadly, found trust in Luciano's artificial warmth.
.........."Come inside, young man, so that we can proceed in getting you home."
..........Those were the magic words. It was now time to act. The boy was under Luciano's trust and, hesitantly, began stepping through the entryway. Watching, the viscet couldn't help but feel remorse for what he was about to attempt. While the boy began crossing over the cursed line, Luciano proceeded the opposite way- and while taking that vital step outside of his prison, he found himself rushing. He exited too quickly. The boy peered over his shoulder and instinctually stopped in his tracks. The two were now outside of the tent together. It was just the two of them, alone it seemed, in this moment of betrayal. That simple little mistake cost him his liberty. All Luciano could do was simply snarl and slither towards the child. There was no going back now!
.........."You must enter so that we may help you!" he shouted from deep within his throat, but the boy was much too frightened to believe him again. He scurried away from the tent with the brutish viscet following. It quickly turned into a chase.
..........All of that pent-up emotion from decades of suppression were released in those few free moments of running. The viscet instinctually pressed on through the wilderness, galloping around each tree or shrub that stood between him and his freedom. Although, it seemed to have been only a few brief moments before the boy somehow lost sight of his captor. He caught his breath and continued on through the forest, back to where he had started. What happened to the ringleader that he did not see? He was left on high alert.
..........While scanning the forest pathways, the boy spotted something glowing from the bushes (which leads us back to where this story began). From up beneath the foliage burst the powerful viscet- who was riddled with mythical, glowing, golden vines. They seized him in their grasp and dragged him away from the child's presence. They saved the boy's life!
..........In reality, the supernatural golden brambles were a part of the curse. If ever someone cursed were to leave the circus, the vines would quickly track them down and bring them back to their enclosure. Their power is inescapable, and Luciano is no exception to their wrath.

..........He let out another sigh. That night seemed so surreal, yet it had only occurred hours before. He couldn't believe how animalistic the curse drove him to be. The sprits' howling applause brought him back to reality, and he, once again, began approaching his group. He knew at that moment that he would never escape his fate. He would attempt to truly embrace his situation with the other prisoners. This was their home now. That night would change things forever. (2,506)

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credits
1 art by skylark, bg credit
2 art by skylark
3 art by skylark
4 art by skylark
5 by skylark

OKAY I REALLY NEED TO STOP EDITING AA i have this thing where i constantly edit small things and submit over and over again until I get things looking just how I want them to, and this would be for my first viscet so I guess I'm particularly anxious haha. Thanks so much for reading my form! ;w;b

[Mackiot]

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username;
Mackiot


name;
Basile


gender for breeding purposes;
Male

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Continue the story;
The night grows darker with every coming minute. There's no denying the fact that
you need to get out of the dense overgrown forest as quick as your legs can take
you- but something catches your eye from the thick shrubbery. Something almost..
Shiny? It's quite enough to stop you in your tracks.

The glimmering 'thing' appears to wiggle out of the bush, revealing a scornful viscet
covered from head to torso with what looks like sharp vines made out of gold?!

"How did that get there?!"

The viscet looks you dead in the eye, opening its jaws as if it were going to say something.
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(Basic backstory idea so far: he messed with a witch and tricked her to do his bidding.
however the witch saw past his trickery and now is cursed- Now when he lies or deceives others
more vines grow, but when he tells the truth they slowly recede, though they never actually
go away, always at least a small band wraped around his horns unless he can manage to break
the curse. The vines will literally grow until they cover him completely and the thorns cause
injury. he doesn't tell anyone why they grow but most figure it out. he grew up spoiled and
learned to lie and device to get what he wants, so this life lesson is something he struggles
with the vines will slowly receed if he does nothing, but they go away much quicker if he
does good)

"...Help... Me..." the dark viscet barly managed to speak out, the vines around his neck so tight he could harldly breath. He looked up with pleading eyes towards the soft blue viscet, who stared back in horror. he reached a claw-like hand out to the cool blue viscet, trembling in shock. she looked down at the terrifying sight before her, frozen with shock at the sight of it. the black creature. Golden vines that almost glowed twisting this way and that, practically holding it to the ground with its weight.
The black creature, was in fact, another viscet. he was quite young still, an adolescent, still growing. The fear was clear in his eyes. "...Please..." the poor creature looked up to the small female. "im so tired... i cant move."

The bright moon shown overhead, almost adding to the shine of the vines, the crickets of the forests seemed to almost go quiet, listening in anticipation to the confrontation before them. a soft breeze soflty ruffled the fur of the two creatures standing face to face. the silence between them almost seemed louder than any sound could make.

Finally she found her words, "What... what happened?" her voice cracked and her mouth felt dry. A shiver went down her spine as the young viscet shifted and winced under the pain of the thorns around his neck.

"I... It was... she... i dont want to talk about it..." he said, tears hardly held back.

"I... what do i do...?" she said, unsure as how to help.

"I dont know" he sobed "It hurts so much... Its so heavy..."

neither knew of what to do. the black blanket of night blinded them as to were they were, for that night they were both lost and didnt know how to leave. They both agreed that it was best to wait for morning to navigate their way out of the dark woods. she tried to comfort him with her presence, running off shortly to get water from a nearby stream to clean his wounds and for him to drink. she did her best to comfort him and keep him comfortable. She noticed that there seemed to be less vines than when she found him, but thought it off as a play of her imagination.

So she stayed with him for the night. They introduced each other after a while, the silence between them had to be filled. The blue viscet introduced herself as Neela. The dark viscet told her his name, Basile. He didn't tell her what happened to him that fateful night, he was still shocked about it himself, not sure if what he was living was a dream or a hallucination of his tired mind.

As dawn came the vines slowly receded, wrapping more around the horns on his head than his body. Though he was still heavily covered, Neela managed to navigate out of the woods and take him back to her home. She better treated the wounds that had been caused by the vines to the best of her abilities, she was not much of a nurse.

A relationship grew between them, not like a lovers relationship, no, Neela was much older than the boy, but like a mother son relationship. Even with his stubborn personality Basile would never forget the kindness that was shown to him that night. she helped him adjust to his new curse, and they learned about it together.

[Bettalong]

by request, the competition has been extended by 1 week- so the new end date is now December 6th (11:59 pm CST) !
whoops i did a stupid ,,i forgot the end date wasn't today so not dec 5th, it's dec 6th :") IGNORE PLS

[~Trompy]

Oh cool!! I might actually have a chance again XD I've been so busy this month its crazy