[Dinosaurpark]

Username: Chocolat chaud
Name: Mange, M for short and is preferred by him
Gender/Gender for Breeding Purposes: Male
Art: I kinda want to redo but y'know, kinda can't by now

From a young age, Mange was always able to make the world around him (and himself) invisible. He does admit that he would use his powers a bit too much back then, but he enjoy thinking back to when he was a young Viscet nonetheless. Though, thinking back, there is a story from his childhood from when he used his magic wrong.

It was a sunny day, the clouds looked like fluffy marshmallows, the birds were singing, and there was a young Viscet taking care of the family garden. Well, it was more like he was making the weeds invisible so he wouldn't have to do any work. He got in trouble for that later. After he was done 'taking care of the garden', he went to meet up with a friend of his. Mange can't remember the name now, but he did remember that it was a guy. So he went to his friend's house, mostly to explore. He wouldn't be there long. However, just as he was about to leave, an antique struck his interest. "Hey, what's this old thing?" Mange asked his friend, poking the artifact while doing so. "That? It's just an old pocket watch that belonged to my grandpa, it's nothing special." The friend responded in a bored, monotone voice. "Oh that's cool. Can I have it if you don't want it?"

"No, you can't. My mom would get so mad at me."

"But what if we never tell her?"

"Dude," His friend said irritably. "No means no. You can't have it." Mange sighed and had a look of defeat, but when his friend turned around to get something Mange had left in his room, Mange turned the pocket watch invisible and stuck it in his little pouch. When his friend came back, Mange was just sitting by the door, waiting. "Hey M, here's your book about building things." Mange stood up and took the book with a thank you. After that, he went home, out the book on his desk, and took out the pocket watch (which he had turned uninvisible) and stared at it. He put it in his desk drawer, it now invisible again, and went to sleep since it was now late.

Once he woke up, he heard his parents talking about something but decided to pay it no mind. He went downstairs to get breakfast, then saw his parents and the friends parents. He snuck closer to hear what they were saying better.

"Our son wouldn't do that, he's never even talked back to us. He's a little angel." That was definitely his mom. "Mange doesn't do anything with his powers other than little tricks 'n such." And that was his dad, someone who'd rather not be doing anything. After that he left to go back to his room. When he got up there he started to read his book, which the friend had been borrowing until yesterday, and tried to look normal. After a few minutes his friend's parents came up into his room, and now Mange can't remember anything about that except they never found the pocket watch. In fact, he still has it to this day. With a bit of lying, he got to keep the pocket watch. He came to them with it, and he had put dirt on it to make this more convincing, saying that he found it in their garden. They believed him, and said he could keep it if he had wanted to.

Mange can't say he's very proud of his actions during that time, but he does enjoy the fact that he got the pocket watch still.

~around 578 words~

[Vluwu]

such a pretty bbbb,, whoa ;w;

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[WolfWinter]

WolfWinter || Tara || Female

The Timepiece

From a flowing river, to a world full of color, cold, heat, sound, and feeling. From the soothing flow, to a chaotic flow of mortal emotions. These were my first experiences when I came to Be. I knew my goal, and I was under prepared for what it meant to be alive and the distractions it would bring. Luckily, I had time on my side. I pulled out the watch, something that wouldn't exist for another few centuries, and checked how much time I had left. If I was off about one thing, then was I off about the time, too? But no, it was still where it should be. I flicked it closed and went off to find something to eat, because being mortal meant being mortal.

I had a bag of coin with me and found someone selling these delicious puffed foods. He ran away in terror as I approached, but I could read what his sign said and left the appropriate amount of coin on his cart for the food I took. As I ate, my memories of who and what I was was slowly chipped away at. By the end of the day, I was wandering lost and confused through a big city where everyone gave me frightened looks because of my tail. I didn't think it was scary, but they did. When darkness came they chased me out of the city. I clung tightly to my only two belongings; a strange ticking device with numbers and arrows on its face, and a bag of coin that many people tried to snatch from me as I ran. I ran into the forest, and kept running. The calls of strange animals surrounded me as I collapsed into a heap, sobbing my heart out.

That was where they found me. Not the people from the city, but a local village; if it could even be a called a proper village at that time. The family took me in, gave me a proper meal, and wanted nothing to do with the coin I kept trying to give them. They didn't have room in their small house for me to stay there too, but they had a loft in the barn where I could sleep and not worry about being stepped on by their ox and cow. It took awhile to get used to, but we soon found a rhythm. When their ox went lame I helped them plow their fields. When a jackal got into their hen house I helped carry the crate of chicks back from a neighbor. It wasn't until a decade had passed that things started to happen.

At first it started with time-keeping devices not working as they should. An hourglass wasn't as empty as it should be. A candlestick stayed burning halfway down. Then something big happened. A war happened, as they always did. Soldiers came marching through our happy village family and demanded food to take with them. Grandfather, the head of the family, stoutly refused to give them over half of what we had saved for the dry season. He made sure they knew they were welcome to take certain items, but they didn't care. Because of the refusal, they took it all and left us with nothing. Not even enough grain to seed the fields next year. For the first time I truly knew anger. It burned like a dark cloud in my belly. I slipped away in the night to follow the soldiers.

I heard footsteps behind me and already knew who my follower was. Abha had a bag full of rocks and looked angry enough to use them when she crouched next to me. The soldiers had made camp and were feasting on the fruits of our labors. We crouched in the dense vegetation waiting for the moment to strike. We were so intent on the soldiers in front of us, that we weren't paying attention to what was happening behind us. Someone grabbed Abha and pulled her back, she let out an angry scream as she fought against the hand that had hold of her. They hadn't noticed me yet, and I growled. I stood up out of the undergrowth, and bared my teeth. The men grabbed at their swords, and right before they would lunge at me they stopped. I also felt a deep pressure in my chest, and soon I knew only darkness.

I was floating on a primordial river. It felt like sand, and moved like water, yet was neither. It was both dark, and brighter than a thousand suns. Suddenly, everything became a soft glow of energy. I moved towards it, but shackles held my legs in place, I screamed at that glow to come back. He had to come back. But he couldn't hear me, not along the currents. I screamed my frustration out to the void as the glow disappeared. The shackles pulled me down through the currents and I struggled to swim back up. I couldn't see... I needed to get back! Then pain exploded across me.



Just opening my eyes was painful. My tail, looked concerned at me as I heard Abha rustling around nearby. Her scent was soothing, familiar. Something burned my side, and I rolled over with a grunt to see what it was. I thought it might have been a loose ember from the torches, but instead it was the ticking thing that I took everywhere with me. With carefully fingers I picked it up, and undid the latch that held the halves closed. The longer metal piece was now pointing at the first numeral. I was shocked, though I heard it tick, it had never moved. Something stirred deep within in me, and it was disturbed. I moved that feeling away and focused on trying to stand. My tail did its best to help me keep my balance, and for that I was grateful.

Abha heard me moving, and came over to check on me. I was surprised to see everyone loading their food up into the oxcart. The camp appeared abandoned, and I wondered why the soldiers would just leave all that gear and supplies. Abha saw me looking and guessed my thoughts.

"They left after the light came out of you. They were frozen for a time, they couldn't move, and didn't know what had happened. It wasn't until the fifth cart that they became themselves again. They ran in fear. Tara, what was that light? And why do you carry that ticking metal thing with you?" she said.

I looked down at the ticking thing before responding, "I don't know, I don't remember anything after I snarled at the guards... When they grabbed you... I was so angry, and so worried. Then I woke up here. I don't know why I carry the ticking thing with me. It's... Important, and I don't why. Just having it out of sight is enough to send me into a frenzy."

She nodded her head, "You had it when we found you, when the city people chased you away. They don't understand that just because something is different doesn't mean that it will hurt them. Other viscets live in the city, they should know that your kind can take many forms. Here, Amardeep, take her other side. Don't worry, Tara, we'll get you home."

Her brother came up next to me and they propped themselves so I could rest some of my weight on them. Then Mother saw us and came rushing towards us. Apparently my tail had been hanging dangerously limp and nearly face planted into the dirt. She carried my tail, so it wouldn't drag on the ground. I felt exhausted, and hungry, and a hundred other unpleasant things. They took me into the house proper, and made sure I didn't hit my head on anything. After all, their home wasn't built with viscets in mind. They lay me down on the rough hewn tiles next to the fire. Mother and Abha worked to get some food in me. Abha pressed a bowl to my lips, and I drank greedily. The nutty broth was delicious, and soothed the ache in my belly. Sleep came like the floods, drowning me in the depths.

I was walking alone in the darkness. The only light came from something wrapped around my chest, when I looked down I saw I had no body, and that the light was me. off in the distance I saw a soft red glow, and memories surged from the cracks in my mind. The Guardian of Time, I saw him always as he traveled. This time was now different. I gathered my currents and watched as he made the journey to another time. This time in the place I was. But not for a long time yet. I resigned myself to wait, and flowed back down to my mortal being.

The bright morning light woke me up, and the lack of noise. I shook myself off, and gave my tail a comforting pat as I gained my bearings. I was inside the house, and not the barn. Memories from the night before were murky like swamp water. I let them go. I felt well rested after my dreamless sleep. I carefully stood up, not wanting to hit or knock anything over. Then I heard it, a hard pinging sound. I opened the door and peeked outside. I saw Amardeep and father cutting logs. Curious, I stepped out. Abha saw me and came running to shoe me back inside. Confused, and more curious than before, I peeked my head over the windowsill. I pinned my ears back so they wouldn't stick up, and I felt my tail nuzzle me as I looked.

They were building something, but what? I sank back to the floor, and sat in a way that would have mother up in arms over my back. I hugged my tail to my chest. That was how Abha found me. She had a basket full of eggs under one arm. She was humming as she went to cooking. When I tried to help she shooed me back to where I had been sitting. My mouth watered as I watched her make breakfast. The sizzling of the pan made my stomach growl loud enough for her to hear. She rolled her eyes and laughed. She brought the pot over from last night. The nutty soup was inside, and tasted very good cool.

Then everyone trudged inside. Father insisted on tying a scarf around my eyes, and around my tail just to be sure. I heard the bangles on Abha and Mother's arms jingle merrily. They led me outside, and the taste in the air let me know I had been asleep for more than just a night. The led me up the side of the mountain a ways. When they pulled the scarf from my head I was shocked to see a beautiful little house with the start of a garden. I looked back and saw everyone waiting. I carefully stepped on the smooth stone porch. The base of it all was in stone. Light filtered in gently through the windows. I saw rough-cut timber that marked out the very large garden. Then I realized I was still thinking of things in term of human size.

I looked back at them all, and rushed back to hug them. I got nearly everyone in my hug. The rest of the family came up the mountain to take a look at my new home. It was a longer hike than I thought. The cooking hearth was beautiful, warm stones in three colors alternated to make a pleasing pattern. Abha came in through the door, with a large basket carefully tucked under one arm. Thinking it was more eggs, I got excited. Instead, there were a dozen peeping chicks inside. She showed me where the hen house was. Then she told me that a small family wanted to live nearby. The story of how I had defended my family from the soldiers had spread like wildfire. Abha also had a sad look in her eyes.

Then a stranger came into the house, and looked at me with curiosity. He stood protectively next to Abha. I felt as if my heart had been crushed. I knew this day would come, but it didn't make it any less painful. She had been my sister, and now she would go away. Then she came up to me and rubbed my face. I thought the grin on her face was very inappropriate. Here she was smiling and grinning while I fought back tears. Then she hugged me, and whispered in my ear.

"His family is the one that's coming here," and she muffled a laugh in my fur.

Abha...wasn't leaving? The stranger who would marry my sister looked around my home. Then I took a deep breath and smelled rock and rock dust on him. Was he a mason? When he saw me watching him he gave me a kind smile. I liked him, and saw why Abha did too. And time passed.

Abha had children of her own, and everyone marveled at her still youthful appearance. The other women asked what she did, and how she cared for her skin. The statesmen had made a highway, and soon our small home became a proper small village. I was a common sight amongst the people, selling my herbs. I had a knack for growing even the pickiest of plants. Cheerful laughter came running towards me as Abha's children bowled into my legs. Her youngest burrowed his face into the side of my tail, and held onto it like it was a stuffed toy. I saw her searching for her excitable children through the trading crowd. When she saw me she smiled and laughed.

When she had finally pushed her way through to get to me her children looked appropriately sheepish. My poor tail would've been strangled by now if it was its own creature. Then her husband came and herded the children back home. Abha and I made our way up to my home. We talked easily, but I could sense the tension in her. I worried and fretted to myself what might be wrong. When we were safely inside and away from prying eyes (the mountain had become known as my domain and so few people ever came onto it proper). She opened up to me about how she didn't feel normal.

Her body felt young still, and she was approaching her thirties. She had the start of no ailments, unlike everyone else. Her teeth felt new still, and didn't wear away like everyone else's did. The thing deep inside me stirred, and I didn't know what it meant. Not then. Another decade had passed, and she still looked young. Instead of garnering compliments it grew suspicions. People wondered if she was a witch. Her children nearly grown, and doing quite well, she and her husband sent them off to school. Then she fled to my home. Her husband came to visit her every day. More years passed, and a legend surrounding my home came into being.

It started as whispers from those who remembered the initial telling of the night the soldiers came. That I had punished them, and given a gift to Abha. It was no gift. I saw plainly on her face the curse that it was as she watched her husband grow old, and eventually die. How the same too happened to her children, and all of her relatives. She had been given an exalted status in society as someone "blessed" by my presence. The only blessing was that we had each other's company. Then the men came.

The polite, but urgent rapping on my door was irritating in the night. I didn't want them to disturb my birds and send them into a worried frenzy that a jackal was on the loose. I opened the door ready to chew out the likely youngster who had been dared to rap on my door. Then their scent hit me. It took everything I had to not tear them down on the spot. Abha came up behind me and peered curiously over my shoulder. I let them in. The pair of soldiers who had found us that night, so many years ago, were not taking tea in my home. They looked like young men at first, but their eyes were haunted by the years they had lived.

I learned their stories. What had become of them after that night, and how they had spent the next several decades making up for it. They had worked as carpenters, stone masons, farmers, only asking for a shelter and some food in return for their services. They had wandered the country, and seen things no other men fro their home villages had seen. I found myself becoming sympathetic, against all odds. Their story was a mirror of Abha's in the loss and sorrow they had experienced. They had only found us again by chance, hearing a whispered tale of a mysterious duo living on a mountain, unaging.

Then the Temple of the Lost was built. Oh it wasn't called that at first, but that is something I won't share. It came to be known as that due to the original legends, how the lost unaging souls came back home to make up for their misdeeds and the "gift" given to the graceful Abha. We let the people believe that, because it was closer to the truth than the lies of witchcraft. We all knew that I was responsible for their affliction, but it was not born of outright malice. I remember clearly the day we marked out the land towards the top of the mountain. Had the right stone hauled up, and spent years carving and placing each with love and care. All of us did our part in building it.

Abha and I learned the fate of the other soldiers as well, during that time. The ones furthest from me were the least affected, but my touch was still present. All of those present had led longer than normal lives, and so to did their children. Some of them learned of that fateful night, and came to our temple to learn, and hopefully make up for the past actions of their ancestors. We didn't turn them away, but neither did we blame them for the actions of men long dead. Lost travelers, hopeless people, and people who lost themselves, all came to our sacred place.

When they arrived they found a home, for that was our temple. We worked side by side in the daily struggle of life. They learned skills otherwise unattainable, and left, eventually. Either through the end of their life, or the end of their time there, and their souls always came back. You can feel it in the air,t he way the light shines through the trees, even the way the birds sing, those who have long since past have left their mark. And still, we stayed. Centuries came and went, and even occasionally one of us got the itch to travel; to see what had changed since our last venture into the world. We watched empires rise and fall from our mountain. But still, we were unaffected. Even our mountain was frozen in time by the people who lived below.

They refused to take anything from the mountain, calling it sacred. Only the lower slopes of the mountain came to be anything close to well traveled, as shown by the crisscross of human trails. I felt... incomplete as time went on. Like there was something incredibly important that I had forgotten about. My only reminder was the timepiece, the thing I had called a ticking device for so many years until I saw other similar things. It didn't work or function like any other timepiece. All attempts to open up the back were met with staunch resistance.

Currently, I sat waiting in the shop of a man who was certain he could pry it open and learn its secrets. My fingers drum against the table as I watch the world go by outside the window. Curses sound from the table next to me, and I sigh. He assures me he could get it, in time. I hid a smirk at that; time is very fickle. Then something catches my eye. A flash of burnt red and green. I see him walk by the window with a man who is clearly not from the area. My interest and curiosity rise to the surface. I catch a snippet of their conversation before they are gone again.

"... it'd be the perfect place to spend a week or two! We'd get out of the shop, and breathe in some fresh country air. I hear the mountain is a good..." as the man's voice trails off I realize what mountain they were talking about.

I gather my things in a hurry, including my timepiece, and bade the shopkeeper goodbye and that I would be there next week. I scurry home as fast as my legs can take me. The entire time I feel my tail twitching with excitement. When I saw the red viscet, something deep withing me stirred for the first time in centuries. Like a tiger moving through the dark jungle, or the huge creatures that live in the ocean. When at last I arrive home, I graciously accept the cup of tea waiting for me, and I in turn waited on the arrival of the strangers. Maybe the answers to questions I had for a long time would arrive as well. Time would tell, I thought as I flick my timepiece shut. I smile at my own joke, and wait.

[Sullivan Maurus]

4 Step Cadence | Nova & Sol |Male/Male | [url]Magic[/url]
Determined | Shy | Optimistic | Imaginative
Often referred to as "Abbott & Costello" by Freak Show hosts, the Viscet Nova and his sentient tail Sol were a Freak Show oddity for many years. During this time, the conjoined pair reluctantly performed comedy sketches to amuse the ever growing crowds that surrounded them wherever they went. While the Freak Show was just one act of the traveling circus, it was seen as the main attraction by most. Many other performers were jealous of the Freaks, but some felt bad for them. The Freaks were often laughed and gawked at, which made some performers uncomfortable. One such performer was Marcus Calypso, a magician that specialized in illusions and disappearing acts. He often thought about freeing the Freaks, though would often stop himself out of fear of what might happen to them in the real world.

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[justamindset]

Username: DragonOfEmber
Name: Marina
Gender/Gender for Breeding Purposes: Female/Female
Magic:
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WIP

[⸙❜◌┊Ren]

Username: angeldog5133
Name: Dean
Gender/Gender for Breeding Purposes: Male
Magic: Chaos magic
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Ideas/Notes:
- neighborhood cryptid
- chaos magic
- Says magic causes destruction to the town
- Has DID?
- some form of outside personality causing them to do bad things
- maybe its the tail

[TrashFan]

Mark

[Lumi_Turtle]

Username:Fluffydawg6051
Name: Taran
Gender/Gender for Breeding Purposes: Male
Magic: Telekineses
Art: wip

[~Teya~]

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They are so beautiful