[~Ash Wolf~]

mark
(Nishant hero of snow)

[Matreats]

"What does your viscet(s) do to make a difference in their community/family or friend's lives?"

Jade spends a lot of time down by the river near his house. He walks along the bank and finds rocks to add to his collection. Being a rather enthusiastic nature lover, he also takes the time to pick up any trash or garbage he might happen to find while he walks. His house and the streets are always clean because of this, and he enjoys it quite a lot.
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Before his brother’s betrayal, Nayru was a noble and well-loved prince. He made friends with the commoners and saw no one as below him when it came to class or status. He was an advocate for justice and equal treatment.
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[Yugi]

June 21st, 20xx
08:27

xxxxIt's very rare that I ever get the chance to write full length entries in my journal, but yesterday's predicaments compelled me with full force to find time to try and jot something down. This way, I should be certain to forever hold this memory dear to me; it is a lesson that I feel that I need to remember and recall over and over again during my time in my line of work. It is clear that I still have so much left to learn; while I am unsure if it is capable for one to hold such an amount of knowledge within their mind, I want to strive to be taught as much as I possibly can. That way, should I ever need to repeat such information, I can be like those that I am inspired by and aspire to be one day. And maybe, just maybe, I can inspire those around me too.

xxxxWhile many members of the Wings of Peace are inspiring, there's one individual that keeps wowing me over and over again. She is technically my leader, despite Camira being the head boss of this organization. She is the one that I'm always able to contact when I need help (so much to a point where I've almost accidentally addressed her as mother despite her not being that much older than me... how embarrassing, aha). But perhaps it's not wrong for me to think that; Mercy, despite being so secretive and seclusive at times, acts like a motherly figure. While Camira is strict and stern and capable of using tough love to her advantage, Mercy's tenderness helps us take the pill that is Camira's type of leadership. I understand that Camira's position doesn't allow her much leeway, but sometimes a little bit of extra love goes a long way... Or at least for me (besides, I do admit that I have more to learn when it comes to taking harsh critiques with grace without becoming jaded or bitter, and I hope with time, I can look back at this entry and realize my growth).

xxxxBack to Mercy; while I may not know her real name, where she came from, and so many other personal tidbits of information, I actually feel like I don't need to in order to like her for who she is. All she knows that I need to know is that she cares about her job. Her being the head combat medic certainly isn't anything to scoff at in the first place, but the amount of pride she takes into completing her tasks and more is outstanding to say the least. Regardless if one of our soldiers is wounded or is just feeling a tad ill, Mercy does whatever she cans to make sure they can recover and feel better.

xxxxAnd that is simply what she did for me last night.

xxxxYesterday morning, I had set out to go onto an assigned mission with my designated squad; it was my twelfth time going out onto the field and acting as a combat medic, so I felt solid on my ability to heal and protect my group to the best of my abilities. To keep matters short and, well, classified, the mission ended in a success, but not without injuring me and three other squad members. The remaining uninjured six were able to pull us through, luckily. At first, it wasn't as if I couldn't walk unlike the one who had stumbled into a trapped room, who of which I quickly and easily patched up when I was successful in reaching her with the help of the two other injured members. But things certainly didn't feel... right.

xxxxI had a few cuts and scrapes due to left over traps not properly going off when my teammate entered the trapped room, but I brushed them off for the remainder of the mission. As a combat medic, minor wounds were bound to happen. While they did agitate me with how badly they stung, I had to keep my head up. I, like many other medics in my line of work, am the one who needs to keep my group's moral high.

xxxxBut it was a struggle; nearing the final push of the mission, I had felt extremely faint. My head could no longer be kept upright. My vision did begin to darken, but I grasped onto my sight and strength for as long as I could. As we exited the abandoned building, all I could see was a taller individual race their way towards us, a soothing orange glowing from their body. It was then that I had no strength left in me to continue on, allowing everything to go black.

xxxxThe next time I woke, I was sitting cozily on top of a medical bed. There was warmth being placed on top of my right hand as I felt it shake slightly; it was Mercy checking in on me to see if I had finally come to. She had apparently sat there all evening and night, making sure that I would be able to make it through with very little issues. The rest of my squad members were all approved to be discharged from the medic ward; apparently it was only I who had been hit with a poison trap; the cuts on my forearms and back were a result from it. If I had not shielded my teammates from the brunt of the trap, the medic ward would have been in utter chaos trying to remedy the poison that coursed through our veins.

xxxxWhat I found to be amazing was that (according to one of my squad members who stayed present to ensure that I was safe), even though Mercy had an emergency on her hands (aka me, who would've guessed right?), she pulled through in balancing all of her other duties and patients while making sure that I was treated promptly.

xxxxNow, I won't be the first to admit that the Wings of Peace is understaffed in terms of medical care; in fact, it is only me, Mercy, and five other staff members who possess enough knowledge to work in the medic ward. So in order to man a busy ward with only a few people at hand is always a feat to pull off, especially with how many injuries we can somehow amass in a day.

xxxxI know that she's quite the workaholic (which is a phrase she often uses to describe herself, if I recall correctly), but hearing that she didn't sit down to take a break to herself to ensure her patients' lives could continue on astounded me. Her girlfriend, Anurah, had entered the medic ward several times during the evening and night to check up on her and to remind her to eat and drink, but that was all Mercy had really done in terms of her own self care.

xxxxMore so, with the help of healing technology she helped developed, I was capable of recovering quickly from the large amount of poison in my system. If she didn't rush to pick up my team and provide emergency care while we were flown back to our base, I don't think I would be feeling as well as I do now. In fact... I'm not sure if I would have been able to wake up, as scary as that thought may be. I still have a few more days before I'm allowed to move around too much; she wants to make sure that there's nothing else in my system still, but the fact that I'm alive is all that I need to have with me at this moment.

xxxxWithout Mercy, I don't think a lot of us would be here still on the base. She has helped many of my friends before, but I guess I never thought I would have to experience her care myself. I always have respected her as she is my guide, my tutor, and even my leader, but this situation has grown my appreciation for her tenfold.

xxxxNow... if only I could work up the courage to let her know how much I am thankful for everything that she's done for me, at the very least...

xxxxSigned,
xxxxSienna

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Sienna and Mercy both belong to me.
Anurah belongs to TenguInari; I've received permission to mention her name in my form ^u^

[tiny little box]

The 74th Annual Summer Festival has arrived in MountainBrook

Shibia helps organize the festivals and bake all the sweet treats for the town.

Amanda and her dads help set up in town.

Connor inspects the food to make sure there isn’t grubby paws in it

[Strudel]

Viscet's used:
Marin | Theodore | Monroe | Buckley | Corentine | Valentine

Marin gripped the ropes from the sails of his small vessel. He had been so close to land, he could almost taste the sand.

"It's not going to make it!" he yelled as the bow of the boat shifted away once more from the shore. The massive swells jerked the boat in two completely different directions. With one more ripping gust of wind, there was another massive tug and the sound of a crash that was far too close to be anything but the mast crashing to the deck. Marin yelled as pressure pinned his back leg to the deck-- stuck under the failed wood timber of the mast.

Seconds later, the sky was filled with light, and thunder seemed to shake the world around him. Marin could feel fear deep in his belly. He couldn't move, pinned down. He couldn't even see the shore anymore.

Was this going to be the end of the lonely mariner? He thought so anyway, in that moment, as his vision started to swim. Black dots invaded his vision. He tried to blink them away, but he was suddenly light-headed. He tried to move again, jerking at his leg in a blind panic before his vision swam once more and the blackness fully overcame his vision. And then he knew nothing as the world faded away and he lay unconscious on the downing vessel.

It felt like an eternity before Marin felt himself coming back to the world. The sunlight was harsh on his face, and he couldn't bring himself to open his eyes as weight above him began to shift off of him.

"Boy! Get over here and help me move this!"

Marin breathed in, and a sharp pain ran across his midsection. He hissed and shifted.

“Buck! I think he’s moving! Get over here already!” the same voice from before called out. Marin finally managed to crack his eyes open as a shadow was cast over his face. Above him was the man who’s voice continued to ring out now.

“Buck! Now!”

“I’m trying, dad!” a young voice called back desperately “But I can’t get around the wreckage!”

The viscet above Marin grunted loudly. It was obvious to Marin he was taking on more than he could do.

Marin tried to talk, but it came out as sputtering coughs.

“Don’t move!” the unfamiliar, gray and blue viscet told him through gritted teeth “Please, we don’t know how injured you are!”

Marin tried to shift out to help, but he couldn’t seem to move his legs. He hissed in pain again before he managed to speak.

“Go… get more… help.” Marin told the other male “You won’t… move that on your… own…”

The other viscet growled and heaved more. Pouring sweat glistened on his flank, reflecting the light of the sun. The air smelled of wood, sea, and copper. Marin’s muddled mind took that in as he looked up toward the man trying to rescue him from the wreckage.

“Buck, there you are.” the male grunted “Grab the… other side. Quick!”

From the corner of his eyes, Marin could make out a figure scrambling over onto the other side. He was small, but not a young child. About twelve, Marin would have guessed. For such a young viscet, he must have been stout, because soon enough the wreckage began to lift off of him.

“Mom, I know I said to stay back but… can you get him out? I don’t know if he can move!” the young man, Buck apparently, called out.

Another viscet approached from the left, carrying an egg.

“No… wait… I’ll--” Marin tried to pull himself again, but the movement only aggravated whatever injuries he had. Instead of making any headway, he found himself choking back a scream.

“No, Monroe, stay back. We’ll… we’ll--” the male seemed at a loss of what to do, and his strength was fading.

Marin watched as Monroe shifted the pack she carried her egg in behind her and stepped over immediately to grip him under his arms.

“I’ve got you.” her voice was gentle, soft. She was the calm among the storm of his emotions. He focused on her voice, her face, as she tugged him. He ignored the pain as best he could, grunting as he tried to shift his body to help her in any way that he could. He could feel the sweat drip down his own brow as they both struggled.

“We’re almost there. Just a little longer boys!” Monroe yelled to her husband and son before looking to Marin again “Just a little longer…” she said softly.

Marin bit back another yell as she pulled one more time. A mere moment later he could feel the whoosh of air behind him of the wreckage he had been under falling back to the… dock? Was this a dock he had been trapped against? He glanced around, his eyes looking wild as he surveyed his surroundings. In the distance to his left was a beach, but he was at the docks. Docks which were in shambles now, after the mighty storm. After his ship must have crashed into it.

“Thank you…” he managed to say through labored breaths. “Thank you… so much…”

“Shhh, just rest. We’ve got you here.” Monroe looked up to her family “Buckley, go get Valentino. He can help us carry this man back with us.”

The younger one ran off, leaving the two adults there. Both of them settled onto the splintered docks beside him.

“I’m sorry.” Monroe said “With the hurricane coming, most folks left town. Only some of the year-round residents are even here. We got to you as quickly as we could.”

Marin could feel himself drifting back into unconsciousness.

“Teddy, don’t let him doze off!” Monroe said.

The male, Teddy, shook Marin’s shoulders.

“She’s right buddy. Stay with us here. We’ll get you moved quick, but right now you need to stay awake with us. Do you understand?”

Marin managed to nod a little as he shifted to look up at Teddy. “I-” he knew something was wrong, he could feel it as gravity seemed to shift and his eyes rolled in his head.

And everything was dark again, but Marin could swear he could hear voices and shuffling as he struggled to regain consciousness, to no avail.

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As the hour stretched, the family became more worried for their houseguest. The doctor had come and gone, done what he could after Teddy and Valentino had brought the sailor to their home, but until the roads were cleared there was no way to get him to a hospital, and he still hadn’t woken up. The doctor had assured them that the blood loss wasn’t life threatening, and that his injuries were broken bones and lacerations-- nothing that time and setting would heal, but the bones couldn’t even be set yet. Not when the doctor didn’t have the things he needed.

Monroe and Teddy cared for Marin as he slept until they were able to get him to that hospital, and even when they managed it, Teddy stayed with him until he awoke once more. Of course, even with his broken leg and arm splinted, Marin could hardly go out and search for a ship crew to join until he could collect the insurance on his own crashed vessel. He had nowhere to go, he thought, but when he was released, Teddy’s beautiful family was there to welcome him into their home, with open arms, without even being asked. Of course, the man that he was, Marin tried to decline but they wouldn’t hear of it.

It wasn’t long and Marin became a part of their lives. He would help Monroe, even against her wishes while he recovered. He would tell stories to the young Buckley, and sing with Teddy as the glow of the fire struck a beautiful scene against the inky black where the water of the ocean met the sky. Marin had always loved the smell of the ocean, it smelled like home. As eager as he was to get back out there, to get back home, this place was fine, for the time. It was wonderful, even. He spent his days with this family, growing comfortable with other people for the first time in years.

He wanted to repay this family for their kindness, but true to their form they wouldn’t take a single scent. Teddy especially was adamant against it, claiming he already had far more money than he knew how to spend.

“But you know, if you really would like to pay us in some way, come back and visit sometime. I can always use a good pair of hands around here. Especially during the busy season.”

Monroe chuckled at his words “You just want someone else to go in the dunk tank for once at the big festival, huh honey?”

At that, Teddy had laughed and admitted that might have been part of it.

Somehow, that didn’t sound too bad to Marin. He filed that away for later, perhaps he would come back for that.

Before Marin knew it, the egg Monroe carried with her had begun to shake in her grasp. It had seemed like no time at all, but here was this life coming into the world. A young life that he was helping come into this world, hobbling along on his crutches to go get warmed towels to put the coming child in while Buckley ran for his father.

He held the towel as Monroe helped the hatching viscling crawl from the remains of the shell. He smiled brightly as she set the baby girl in the towel, letting him hold her for a few moments before holding out her own arms.

Marin continued to smile as he watched her mother grip the child.

“She’s beautiful, she looked like you!”

To which Monroe only laughed and replied “She’s adopted!” before snuggling the viscling to her chest. The baby mewled a moment, but settled quickly into her mother’s fur.

They stayed like this, Monroe gently cleaning out the child’s fur as they waited for Teddy.

When Teddy did arrive, even before he stepped over to his wife and new baby, he put a paw on Marin’s shoulder.

“Thank you.”

Marin tilted his head in confusion. “But I didn’t do anything, not really.” he whispered.

Teddy only looked to him another moment before smiling at their houseguest turned family member.

“You’ve done more than you know. And you were there when my--”

“Daughter.”

“When my daughter came into the world, even when I wasn’t… Wait… did you say daughter!?” Teddy’s eyes lit up “I have a daughter? I have a daughter! This is wonderful!”

Monroe laughed quietly and signaled for him to hush “She’s sleeping.”

“Oh, right, sorry.” he settled into the couch next to his wife, and after a couple of minutes young Buckley joined them.

Marin went to hobble away, but Teddy motioned for him to stay.

“Why have to name her. Just stay for that, ok?”

Silently Marin sat back down and watched as the two of them quietly debated names. He couldn’t quite make out what they were saying.

“How about Marina? You two like that? After you, Marin. What do you say?”

Marin scrunched his nose “After me? But why?”

“Because it was a sign. You both showed up at the same time.”

Marin’s eyes widened “T-the egg… it… she was in the storm?”

Monroe nodded “Yes. We weren’t sure she would even make it, but something told us when you did-- when you survived the storm-- that she was destined to as well. The two of you are connected. So let us do that.”

Before Marin could speak past the emotional lump in his throat, Buckley spoke up “But those names are too close! We’ll get confused! We should name her something else… but something kinda like it! Yeah, that’s what we should do!”

“And what’s your suggestion, little one?” Monroe questioned her boy with a chuckle.

“Uhh…” he responded “Maybe… Sunset! Yeah! Sunsets on the water are really pretty, just like she is!”

Teddy laughed quietly “No, son. I think I have a better name. How do you all feel about… Corentine?”

“Silly daddy, that doesn’t sound like Marin’s name at all!”

Teddy laughed “Ah, but it means hurricane. I think that suits, all things considered.”

They all took a few moments to look at eachother, but when Monroe nodded, Marin did as well.

“Then it’s settled. You both came into our lives on the wings of a hurricane, and she can mark that. That something beautiful can definitely still come out of destruction.

“I suppose it can…” Marin replied as he watched the happy family dote on the child “I suppose it really can…”

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[VoidRinkusu]

Res with Rayn trying to solve problems in his village with magic and... Well, not make things worse.

[jolteon]

reminder that this ends tomorrow!

[jolteon]

sorry for the wait, this is closed for judging now! ^^

[jolteon]

sorry for the delay everyone!! ky and i went through all of your forms (which were AMAZING by the way <3) and we finally decided on the ones we loved most!
your answers for the prompt were great, i love the unique takes you all had on it!

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here we are, on to the winners of this event!

these are the forms that reached the minimum requirements. users listed below will receive the following; x1 Stubs & 1 raffle ticket for weekly raffle

Prince Audric, Placebo, Gadgetrocks, Barnes&Rogers, Animal345, Matreats, Yugi, tiny little box

next, these are the forms that exceeded minimum requirement / hit maximum allowance. users listed below will receive the following; x2 Stubs, x1 Items & 1 raffle ticket for weekly raffle

Surroundingcrystals, SilverSamurai, Mint Chip, ShimmerSolarPets, mareep

next, these are the top 5 special mentions. users listed below will receive the following; x3 Stubs, x2 Items & 1 raffle ticket for weekly raffle

james., Unleashed Squid, kaede., ~Prophecy~, Strudel

last, but not least, our two Event winners!. users listed below will receive the following; 1 of the Weekly Event Adopts, x2 Items & 1 raffle ticket for weekly raffle

Viscet #2563 - ultimate writer.
Viscet #2564 - lex
Be sure to comment and claim your viscets with a name and gender as soon as you can.

congrats everyone, and thank you for participating in week 5 of the event!

[Unleashed Squiid]

Congratulations everyone! Lovely forms. c: