[Caeleesi]

username; Caeleesi
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gender for breeding; Male
What's going on?!; made a bet w/someone, lost- had to give over all the christmas presents he bought and he doesnt know what to do.
(Obsessive gambling boi)

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[Hail.]

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What's going on?!; "Please.... just back away,.. this is pointless anyway, why would you want this old land, it's so dead and not-"
The dark viscet bared his fangs and a spear of black magic shot foreword, striking the metal armor on which rested on the viscets chest. She screamed and stumbled back, tripping on an overgrown root and landing firmly on her hindquarters with a grunt. Her eyes widened and she stared at the approaching beast in fear. "Please! I don't want him to hurt you, just back off!"
The males eyes narrowed and he gave out a cold laugh. "Hurt me? You're joking. Good bye, kid." Another spear materialized and shot foreword, targeting her head. In a millisecond, the flames which gave out a powerful blue glow shut off and were replaced with a dark purple and yellow light. Her pupils thinned every so slightly and the double ringed iris around them gained an inky glow. Her paw shot up and she grabbed the spear before it was able to hit her. Dark eyes glowered at the male before her as blood dripped from her paw where she held the spear. Her mouth opened, and she spoke with a deep, growling voice. "You really must be an idiot."

[Corvuss]

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What's going on?!;

res maybe?

[Fiern]

Username; Fiern
Viscet name; Uriah
Gender for breeding; Male
What's going on?!;

Uriah paced the cold stone floor, brows drawn together and mouth stuck in a frown. The normally stoic Guardian of Candles found himself faced with a possibly catastrophic dilemma. It was only during the coming few holy days when divination was allowed, and all knew that the best and most accurate divination was read from the wax of the candles made from pure beeswax, a scarce commodity in this lonely mountain stronghold. So scarce that each year they were delivered by the caravan full from the more southerly lands, where the days were longer and warmer and all manner of plant-life thrived to support vast apiaries.

The most pressing question, the one that every two bit diviner would be attempting to answer, was what would end the Long Winter, or at the very least what curse had started it. For the past decade every winter had been colder, darker and longer then the last, until the folk of the land were struggling to produce even enough to live off of in the short growing season. Soon it might become impossible. This same winter had seen a rise of banditry. Both from those who saw an opportunity in the darkness and in exploiting those unaccustomed to navigating in snow, and from those driven to it by sheer desperation. And while Uriah might sympathise with the latter, he could not allow whoever, or whatever, had waylaid the candle delivery to get away with it.

Could not.

Both the holy days and possibly the future of the entire land might depend upon them being recovered.

Guardian of the Candles was a largely ceremonial title. It was a great honour it was true, but it largely meant making sure candles were where they were meant to be, organising the hordes of workers who removed wax when divination was done and both lit and extinguished candles as needed. The great chandeliers in particular had to be timed just so, it took so long to light them and then they only lasted a set amount before they had to start having their candles replaced and re-lit. Certainly he could never remember it having been a martial position. Not in his time, nor in the time of the one who had come before him.

And yet this was undeniably his responsibility. Furrowing his brow even further he halted his pacing and went to strap on his armour of office, normally work only during public events.

Something would have to be done.

[veridian]

mark !!

[Peyto1217]

username; Peyto1217
viscet name; Abner
gender for breeding; male
What's going on?!;

As many of the horrible stories start: it was a dark and stormy night. As fate would have it, Abner also happened to be stranded on this night. No one seemed to know who the young viscetling was or who he belonged to and just kept to themselves as they were passing him on the street. He didn't even know who he was at the time. It seemed like there was no place to go, so he trudged through the rain, slipping on the occasional cobblestone. As he was walking he passed by a house where he heard a lot of commotion and couldn't help but look in. There was a group of viscets all huddled around a small, wooden, oddly-shaped object. They seemed to be spinning it and sometimes a 'cet would howl in joy or they would act upset whenever the object stopped spinning and fell over. A sense of warmness came over Abner, and he longed to be inside with them.wip

[skylark]

omg omg
mARK

i really hope i have time to enter for this one,, my family is jewish, and this viscet made me really happy ;v;

[Fiern]

Just bringing this back into my recent posts so I can see who wins

[Bettalong]

Apologies for late notifications, but extending the competition by 1 week - so the new end date is the 1st of February!

[cyberdragon725]

Username; cyberdragon725
Viscet Name; Azrael
Gender for Breeding; Male

When I was born, all I knew was light. Warmth surrounding me on all sides as I fought to open my eyes for the very first time. At first, I was confused. Where was I? Who was I? But, as all things young and new, curiosity won over me as my gaze was cast upon a shimmering crystal before me. Wax candles rest around it, melting and soft in the intense heat of the magma cave. I felt something comforting about this gem, as if it was embracing me with an inner warmth just as a mother would embrace a child. The crystal seemed to resonate, shining brighter as I rose on trembling new legs and stepped forward. Though I didn't know where I was or who I was, I knew I was created for a purpose, and if this gem had created me from the melted wax of holiday candle offerings then I was needed. I would not let it down. Standing beside the crystal, I gently reached a hand out to grasp it. The second my fingers rested upon the surface, a surprised gasp escaped me as suddenly my mind was full of brutal images.

It was war. This much was obvious. Demons and Angels battling against each other as the sun and moon collided in an eclipse above. A mighty crystal guardian seemed to tower over the beings of light, golden eyes gleaming with determination. Shadows danced at the corners of the room as an armored cet moved swiftly towards the crystal guardian. The demons watched on with anticipation. Suddenly, the two were matched against one another in a brutal showdown, teeth showing and snarls echoing across the room. The crystal guardian, however, refused to harm the other. Where the shadow queen was aiming to maim or kill, he worked to help her. His words were ones of sorrow, trying to break through the wall of corruption that she had been cast in. Soon, she had him pinned. Kindness is no competition for brute strength. Yet, she hesitated. This was her mentor. At one time, the two had been like father and daughter despite their lack of shared blood. She found the corruption lifting, the haze that had coated her mind gradually fading as her true sight returned. As soon as she realized what she had done, a seal formed beneath them. Bitter laughter echoed throughout the catacombs as the demoness' eyes gleamed from the darkness. Demons chanted excitedly as Asher gasped with fear. Kamali's guardians could only look on with horrified expressions as the seal activated and suddenly, their fearless leader was gone.

After the disappearance of Kamali, the Order of the Guardians fell apart. Members disbanded, no longer protected by the crystal guardians magic. Everything from scouts, soldiers, temple guards.... they all left, abandoning their promise just as their hopes had abandoned them. Only the elders remained until there came a time when even they could no longer remain. They divided, spreading to the corners of the world in hopes to hide from the rising darkness as demons came to power. The guardians were nothing more than prey to Hell's Angel's servants, always moving and fleeing from the sights of the ruthless packs. Only one remained at headquarters, a deer like viscet with an attitude as sweet as honey. Fauna refused to let go, having faith that one day, Kamali would return. Her soul burned brightly amongst the darkness, and though many thought her the fool, they couldn't help the glimmer of hope that would light their eyes upon her appearance.

"Why have you shown me this?" Azrael spoke as the visions cleared. "This is all in the past now. What is my purpose in all this?" The burning inside him returned, pushed on by the licking flames of the candles which surrounded the crystal. Flames which burned so brightly, they lept off the candles and began to flicker around him. A yelp of fear escaped him as he tried to shake off the flames, yet the crystal simply calmed him with a wave of gentle magic. Though shocked, Azrael abandoned his fear, investigating this fire which seemed to follow his will. As his spirit calmed, so did the flickering flame, and instead of the fiery inferno it had been when passed to him, it became a gentle light that chased the darkness away. Eyes wide, Azrael testingly passed it from hand to hand, watching with amazement as it failed to diminish. A wave of exhaustion hit him and found the flame dying in his palm. Still weary from his birth, he did not have the strength to keep it active.

"Why are you giving me all this?" Azrael asked, voice cautious. Light flames seemed to emerge from the surface of the crystal, forming a flickering form resembling a will-o-wisp spoken from legends. The wisp beckoned and Azrael followed closely behind. Exiting the cave, Azrael found himself before a soul-crushing sight. Mountains, once green and full of life now reached to the sky with black desperate hands formed from ashen trees. The grass, once soft underfoot, now crushed with each step. This was a world destroyed by despair. It was a world without light. Suddenly, his flames lit up again. He watched in wonder as everywhere the light touched came to life. Flowers sprouted from the ash and bloomed as the clouds directly above him began to part. As long as his flames were burning, a life surrounded him. He could bring light to this darkness, even if only for a moment.

He knew what he needed to do. A small village could be seen in the near distance, the dull lighting of torches being seen even from this far away. Moving towards the village, Azrael turned away from the comfort of the crystal with plans to return once his work was done. As he made his way down the path, he felt himself building up energy. He knew his light wouldn't last long once he reached the village, but if he could give these people even a single day of relief, he knew he would be content.

When he first passed the gates into town, others were suspicious. Sure, he didn't look like a demon but in these harsh times no one could be sure. The villagers followed him, wary and aggression in their steps, but Azrael showed no doubt in his actions. entering town center, Azrael let his flames burn, causing the crowd to gasp with fear and amazement. As flames licked at his hand, he smiled gently. Grass began to grow underneath him and spread as he pushed his magic forward, bathing the village in the protection of his soul. The villagers were astounded, before suddenly they rejoiced! They were safe and protected, something they hadn't been in so long. The villagers held a mighty celebration, basking in the light which they hadn't seen in so long.

Watching their joy, Azraels soul soared. Sitting fitfully on the grass which has grown beneath him, he rested and focused in keeping his flames burning. Time continued, and as the first day reached its end, Azreal felt exhaustion in his bones. His fires flickered as weariness settled in, but the second he opened his eyes, he knew he couldn't stop. Joy surrounded him, smiles and dancing filling the clearing which he rested in the center if them. Their spirits burned bright and just as their fires burned, he felt his flames flare back to life. From the crystal, he was only given enough fire for one day. From their joy, he managed to find the fire to burn for a total of 8 days. Despite the weariness, he was content with his work. Collapsing in exhaustion at the end of the 8th day, he watched as the grass he was resting in began to brown, no longer supported by the light of his flames. As his world faded to black and he passed out, the only thing he could see was the dying world surrounding him and the concerned faces of the villagers.

Meanwhile, the villagers stepped towards Azrael with concer. Once reassuring themselves that he had only exhausted himself, the villagers wrapped him in a blanket and let him rest in the clearing. In gratitude to the candle bearer, a small child stepped forward. Looking up to the guardian, the child smiled before placing something at his feet. A small celebrational candle was placed by the child, burning to help the guardian bring light. Touched by the kindness, more villagers brought candles to Azrael setting them before him. Thus was set the foundation that began to he Holiday of Light, where all the viscets of the village would lay out candles to light their world even if for only a few days. When Azrael opened his eyes, the first thing he saw was the light of candles surrounding him. Thousands of candles, all different shapes, sizes, and colors lit his darkness, chasing away the shadows. Seeing the village was still asleep, he stood up slowly and pulled the blanket tighter around himself. When everyone else would wake, they would not find the guardian. Instead, they find their candles burning, blue flames licking at the wicks as his fire burned despite the distance.

From that day forward, as the winter solstice neared each year, the villages would set out candles. Each day these candles would be left out until the Celebration of Light came again and the crystal guardian would step forward to light them again.

This year, the demons would not allow this. Commanded by the notorious Hells Angel, demons flooded the village and set a trap for the guardian. Unknowingly, Azrael fell to their trap. Pulled away by the demon, Pallas, he could only watch on as the demons lit the village on fire. His friends and his family, all subjected to the demons wrath because of his actions. Tears leaked from his eyes as he looked on and loosely he recognized the feeling of something slippingpast his leg and hitting the earth with a quiet thud. As he was continually pulled away, his eyes widened as he saw just what had fallen. A small candle, one he carries just in case he needs light and is unable to focus on his own fire. Feeling an idea brewing, he dropped another candle. And another... And another until he had a trail of lit candles leading others towards the demons realm. If he wouldn't be able to light the lives of his people, perhaps he could guide them through the darkness. And maybe... just maybe, someone would come for him and save him from the darkness.

"Though the Order of the Guardians may have fallen, the spirit still remains. And as the Phoenix rises from its fallen ashes, the spirit of the guardians still burns bright, lighting the path for all who wish to find it."