[Yugi]

Username: Mareep
Name: Erin Mayfie
Gender: Female
Gender for breeding: Female
Claimed on: 2/1/18

Still on the nature theme, whoops. This viscet is supposed to represent life ^^

They wear a cape made to resemble that of a sheep; the horns are not true mutations, and are only attached to the sheep-like mask placed upon their face. Pink roses are woven into the sheep's fluffy coat, which gently drapes the viscet's back side and shoulders, and a bouquet of them are also attached to their tail. Pink roses generally symbolize love, affection, and gratitude, which are all parts needed in living a healthy, happy life ^^)/

To win this viscet, please explain to me why they wear what they wear! You can cover either just the sheep cape, the roses, or both; the decision is up to you as long as you explain at least one aspect of their accessories. You need a minimum of 300 words, but there's no set maximum limit, meaning that you could write as much as you'd like. However, there's a catch:

This is a pseudo FCFS.
Please do not edit your forms after posting, or else your form will be disqualified.
I'll be accepting forms until the top of page 2 is reached!

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[Lioashu]

mARK TO WATCH

[Prince Audric]

So Cute I hope they find a good home

[dragonstars]

Username:Dragonstars
Name:Rose
Gender:female
Gender for breeding:female
Why do they wear what they wear:
Rose loves any type of flower,Plus she is the guardian of nature and flowers.She needed to look like she was the guardian of nature,so she grabbed the pink roses and put them on herself,making her look more prettier than before.She is now still the guardian of nature and will always be until she passes away.
I know its short qwp

[Catskitten]

Username:Catskitten
Name:Versilia
Gender:Female
Gender for breeding:Female
Why do they wear what they wear:
The roses symbolize her and what others feel for her.
Love, what she feels towards others and they in return show love by standing beside her.
Gratitude, For all the work she does and strength she puts in protecting her clan.
Affection, What she feels for young kits and the flowers under her care.
They needed her guidence and protection as well,even if they didn’t return her favor.
The sheep skin symbolize her power.
She is the leader of the mountain clan.
Her strength in fighting and leadership made it so. It was a title rightly deserved and nobody would challenge a viscet so respected.

[T h e M a r t i a n]

Username: T h e M a r t i a n
Name: freyja
Gender: female
Gender for breeding: female
Why do they wear what they wear:

The headress and the mask are something she has worn for quite some time. Each portion of her outfit portrays one of two things she is patron of: beauty and death.The roses signify the beauty, while the sheep cape signifies death.

It is easy to see why the roses signify beauty. They are viewed as beautiful by almost anyone you ask. Roses are given to those that some might call beautiful as well. The sheep cape signifies death and the transfer of energy from the dead back into the living world. The sheep has passed on from the living world. But, the death of that sheep helped to clothe and cover one of the living. Being the patroness of death, she protects the balance between life and death, which is fragile and must be thoroughly upkept.

Freyja is not necessarily a goddess, though some might deem her as such. She works in tandum with other guardians about the world to keep this fragile balance from collapsing into utter chaos. She does live on earth, unlike kost gods and goddesses. Though, she rarely will make her presence known to those of the mortal realm. This outfit also helps to identify her as what she is. The roses will never wither, unless she is injured or has fallen ill. This does pose the question as to whether she is mortal or immortal. She is truly neither one individually. She does not age at a natural pace, but will live thousands of years. However, she does have the capability to be killed by another individual. If this happens, her title will be passed on to a new individual.

Freyja wears this outfit as a matter of symbolism and a matter of identity. She is picked out from amongst the crowd as who she is by these adornments. They also help to signify and symbolize what she is patroness of: beauty and death.

[cyberdragon725]

Username: cyberdragon725
Name: rosalie
Gender: female
Gender for breeding: female
Why do they wear what they wear: (Minimum of 300 words)
Rosalie wears her accessories in order to hide her identity from the masses. you see, she comes from a family of magic users who are looked down upon by society. because of her family, many claim her to be a witch despite the fact that she practices no dark magics. instead she is a wiccan, who focus' on using natures strength to heal illnesses or to carry out tasks. the land is not very supportive of her decisions, however. they hunt her, attempt to draw her out and trap her. in their eyes, she's strange and unusual so they must exile her and keep her from changing their points of view. it wasn't until Rosalie met the immortal witch and fortune teller, willow and whisper, that she began to truly reach out. she became willow and whispers partner and though the two had very different beliefs in terms of magic use, they found ways to get along.

the dark ages were a hard time for the masked rose and the two-faced witch. often they would be forced to flee their temporary shelters in order to save their lives. despite the struggles, the two continued their practices. Rosalie often would continue to hunt for herbs and new uses of her gifts while she kept willow and whisper from carrying out dangerous magics. the two became like sisters, the wiccan and the witch. the rose and the tailmouth. many came to know their legends as storytellers recorded the history of the two on parchment. their stories would continue on through the ages.

as time continues, other viscets began to be more accepting. kings and queens began to take rise, claiming their kingdoms and founding the royal kingdom. one day, Rosalie was working in her and willows home when she saw him for the first time. sneaking into their storage shed was a thief, one she learned was named terra. though his intentions were most of the time good, his flirtatious personality and egotistical persona often gave others the wrong opinion of the robin-hood-esque thief. Rosalie, however, could see right through it to the struggles within him. she was friendly and open, allowing him to retrieve what he needed from her shed without cost. astounded, terra continued to come and go as he pleased. the two would chat for long hours, always about the simplest things. one day, he invited her to join him on one of his raids. he planned to retrieve some materials from a caravan and he knew they would have some rare herbs she would be interested, and though her conscious said no, she agreed.

the heist went off without a hitch and willow and whisper showed no reservations about teasing her. after all, Rosalie had spent years keeping willow and whisper from getting into trouble and here she was raiding merchants. terrarium and Rosalie became a common conversation topic in the household, as he often would drop by to visit and she would welcome him with open arms. one day, he came with a rather frantic expression, his movements mad with worry. he explained to her how he had found a child, a small viscling hidden away in the forest and he had taken the child in. he had raised the child, cultivated him to have the honor and respect that terra often lacked. now, volos had fallen ill and terra had no way of helping him. determined to help, she quickly packed her herbs, stopping temporarily before grabbing her mask and cloak.

the child was gravely ill. she did not have the herbs to help him and the two were devastated. heart breaking at her companions pain, she stepped outside so he would not see her tears however the second she stepped out her eyes moved to a royal carriage. the king and queen were passing and with them, all the herbs and riches that royalty travels with would be with them. grasping her mask, she narrowed her eyes and felt determination fill her. covering her face with her mask, she felt her nerves pick up. this was the first raid she would carry out on her own and she dared not pull terra from his grief. he'd be far too shaken to carry out the raid.

keeping out of sight, she quickly threw a stone across the way. surprised by the noise, most of the guards went to see who it was. snorting softly at their stupidity, she attacked. swiftly taking down the remaining guards, she ignored the worried cries of the royal carriage, instead taking the herbs from their storage and fleeing back into the woods, ever ignorant of the young princess' eyes which followed her curiously.

volos would survive this disease, the herbs working quickly to heal him. the three would become like a family, though when volos meets the princess, everything would change. he left the home, following the path of knighthood and the next time the pair would hear from him would be when he was engaged to the princess. pardoning his fathers crimes, he permitted terra to wander the world as he wished. for Rosalie, he would give her the position of royal healer, giving her access to all the herbs she could ever desire. she moved into the palace, where she had her own lab and garden. she still wears her items every time she works, partially for nostalgia and partially for protection against the harsh plants that she worked with. she would always wear her items when other people were near, so that way when she left her work and left the palace, she could still visit terra and willow and whisper despite the regulations of her royal duty. she could walk among the masses without wide eyes following her and the amazed gazes burning into her skull.

[Synerie]

Username: juice box.
Name: Bhishak
Gender: genderfluid
Gender for breeding: female
Why do they wear what they wear:

Bhishak is what they would consider as 'The Healer.' They are unknown to the world and keep their identity hidden behind the mask. They are just known as.. "the Healer." Bhishak has been around for ages, dwelling either within the mortal world or lingering around different realms as their job calls them. They deal with all sorts of different ailments and diseases that only they may know how to tend to. Bhishak may deal with life threatening sickness or a simple broken leg, but they are one of many well respected healers in the mortal world. And this duty of their's is the biggest reason as to why the items can be found worn by the Viscet.

The roses have many meanings to why Bhishak has decided to adorn their body and cloak with them. The soft, elegant roses are attritubed to warding off the stench of sickness that may attach itself to Bhishak's form. Their beauty is catching and give off a gentle view of peace, almost casting an innocent image over the Viscet of being farless than what is known. The effect of having the pink roses ties hand in hand with the representation of them; of having a healthy life. If the constant smell of sickness hung over Bhishak, no one would presume the Healer was healthy enough to do their own duties. Although many may trust a healer who has a nicer, pleasant scent and even appeal, so choosing to wear roses on their form has seemed to be a well made decision.

The mask and the cloak are the biggest part to Bhishak's duties. They typically wear these garments to hide their identity. Not so people don't know they are 'the Healer' but so no one may know who is relieving them of their sufferings. Bhishak prefers to keep to themself, not wanting to be thanked for their work. Bhishak prefers to know that the patient surviving is the only thanks they need. They'd prefer to see a healthy Viscet over anything else. To keep their identity secret is to why Bhishak constantly wears the mask and sheep skin cloak. The cloak goes in hand with masking their identity but also may provide comfort for ill or hurt Visclings who need comfort. Bhishak may also keep the cloak to keep warm, especially in colder climates.

[jolteon]

Username: jolteon
Name: Pi Rixui (goddess of peach blossom)
Gender: female
Gender for breeding: female
Why do they wear what they wear:
Pi Rixui wears the sheep cloak- to put it briefly- not scare away the sheep. The flowers just... began growing on the cloak and now it won't stop. After decorating herself with enough of the beautiful roses, Pi Rixui began giving the extras to the herds of sheep living on the island.

It is unknown of how the viscet came into existence. Born into a field of flowers, dropped onto the face of the Earth by the Gods and Goddesses above. She had no idea of her purpose, and began to traverse along the lands she was placed upon. It was a while until the immortal viscet had found her purpose.

The Island of Sheep is what it was called. The sheep that lived on this island were in constant fear of the wolves that terrorized the poor creatures. Pi Rixui observed this, pitying the sheep, and knew she had to do something.

The sheep were grazing peacefully on a bright sunny day, unknown of the chaos the wolves were about to bring. The whole pack had decided to tag along today. Alarmed, the viscet formed up a plan to stop the creatures.

Pi Rixui conjured up an item, and adorned it. It was meant to look sheep-like, but more intimidating in features. As a tall viscet, Pi Rixui was already intimidating, but the cloak just added to her appearance.

The wolves were nearing the group of sheep. Once they were close, they began to circle the flock, standing menacingly, as the distressed noises of the sheep began to sound. The alpha of the pack got into a position ready to pounce, ready for the first kill, and just as he did- Pi Rixui was there, ready to fight back.

The large viscet charged into the wolf that was midair, putting all of her weight into the shove to knock it off it's course. The wolf let out a startled yelp, and turned around to see who it's attacker was. The alpha quickly shrank in fear of the tall viscet.

To the wolf's eyes, Pi Rixui looked like a sheep monster, to put it briefly. The sheep cloak with the tall, unique wolf/dinosaur like stature brought fear to the pack of wolves. The alpha began to bark commands to the pack, and they ran off, never to be seen again.

The sheep began to rejoice, circling around the viscet. They were finally free of the montstrous wolves that have been terrorizing them for decades. The creatures huddled closer to the viscet, and she could feel warmth building inside of her. The leader of the sheep (the elder) nuzzled her cloak, and Pi Rixui could swear she saw a faint sparkle coming off of her cloak.

From that day on, Pi Rixui was known as the guardian of the sheep. No creature, however big or small, could harm the herd. The immortal viscet had finally found her purpose on Earth, and she loved every second of it.

[fromage]

Username: mareep
Name: Erin Mayfie
Gender: Female
Gender for breeding: Female
Why do they wear what they wear:
Erin didn't wear the cape because she wanted to, at first. She was part of the village where Peregrine lived, two years after he disappeared- she went looking for him. They never spoke, nor had closeness of a friend, but she was still worried. It was not normal for Peregrine to disappear and not come back. Being an adventurer at heart, she knew the directions, and how to track prints. Eventually she located the mountain where she believed the viscet have gone off to, but once she had climbed the mountain, she heard voices engaging in a conversation. It was not a friendly conversation, and she could recognize one, belonging to Peregrine. With her pawmade bow ready, she jumped to side in front of the cave. To her surprise, the viscet that also oddly appeared in, then flew away years ago was there. An gigantic winged viscet, only one of his kind, and smaller, familiar viscet next to him.

"Let him go! You have no reason to keep anyone captive! Peregrine did nothing-" she stopped once she took notice of mentioned viscet's expression, a fearful one as if he was afraid for her life. Before she knew it, the winged viscet was already up close, the impact of his movement sent her down against the ground. She looked up, adopting the same fearful look.

"How dare you storm in, thinking you can tell me, Sigmind Aldenure what to do," he began, crushing the bow beneath his paw, "thinking you can threaten me with your measly bow?"

"N-no, I'm sorry, I just, sorry! Don't hurt me, please!"

"Don't hurt you?" Sigre repeated, easily picking Erin up by scruff of her neck, "after learning of your intention to hurt me?"

The viscet clung onto Sigre's arm for safety soon as she realized she's being dangled off the edge, and she'd potentially die if he dropped her. She could see Peregrine sitting behind him in the cave obediently, but also afraid, as if he wasn't allowed to save her.

"If you want to forgive me, find me a sheep to eat. I'm sure you can do with arrows alone, then I'll let you live. We'll move on and be friends, yes?"

Erin, too overwhelmed by the risk of dying, nodded her head fervently, ignoring Peregrine shaking his head.

When she was let go on the ground, she ran for her life to the nearby farm with one arrow clutched in her paw tightly. She knew the owners, her parents traded goods with them all the time, but she had no choice. She lunged onto the first sheep she saw, burying the arrow into it's neck as it flailed. Tears begun to flow as the sheep fell lifelessly, she picked the limp corpse up, carrying it back to Sigmund. It took longer due to the weight, and he was becoming afraid that he'll hunt her down if she took forever, so she carried herself faster as she could.

Finally, she finally got there. She laid the corpse down in front of waiting viscet, completely exhausted and teary. She never wanted to kill an animal, but she was so afraid of this viscet. Whatever he could, he could if he willed himself to do so, seeing Peregrine proved that.

"You did good," Sigmund began, picking up the sheep like it was nothing, turning it over in his paws, "I've lost my appetite, although, but I appreciate the work you've put into obtaining this for me."

Erin could only nod her head, then she felt large paw on her head, taking it as a simple head pat. That simplicity turned into a weird tingle throughout her body, as if something was being sucked out. She couldn't fight back, or even move, she could only lower herself down onto the ground upon his pushing.

"Erin Mayfie, you will serve me, Sigmund Aldernure for long as we live. I shall turn you into my warrior, whom purpose is to protect and serve me."

When she was able to, she rose only to see a red orb resembling a water ball defying gravity being pushed into an orb with beating heart inside. She shot Peregrine a quick look, whom was clutching at his chest with sorrowful look.

"I have taken your empathy, if you're wondering, in order to turn you into my flawless warrior. You shall wear this sheep as a reminder of your first kill. Lamb, are you ready for our future, together?" Sigre shoved the sheep over to his new warrior with satisfied look on his face.

Erin stay silent, staring at Peregrine as she wondered what would happen if he defied Sigmund in order to save her? Would they both die? She could only wonder about her future next, will she become a husk that only cared about following orders?

"Wonderful, I'll take that as a yes. I will prepare the sheep for you, you would like the horns on it, wouldn't you? You will be known as ruthless warrior with the horns, I promise!"