[Xelinator]

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[⸙❜◌┊Ren]

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[Stitch~]

An Ocean Loving Viscet Against The Power Of Mother Nature

Weather is always an important factor when you’re a viscet who loves the water and sailing. Nani is no stranger to the ocean and she is no stranger to the storms that she can cause, however on one fateful day Mother Nature tested the strength of her will and her drive to stay alive.

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It was not an unusual afternoon as Nani pack up her things onto her trusty and sturdy boat. Her mate Ahti helped her carry everything onto the boat and pack it neatly below the deck. The pair checked and double checked to make sure she had enough food, even some extra just in case, and made sure that the boat was in perfect working order.

Once the pair was sure that she was all set to go they hugged one another and said their goodbyes. Nani smiled at her mate “I will see you in exactly two weeks time. Oh and I promise to take tons of pictures especially of sting rays.” She laughed at the last part knowing his love of rays of all kinds. Ahti laughed “you know me so well Nani, just be safe and come back in one piece.” They hugged once again, then Nani boarded her boat and started the engine. As she pulled out of the marina she waved back at Ahti and called out to him “see you soon”. Just like in movies Nani sailed off into the sun onto her adventure, the only difference is that this is not where this story ends but rather where this story begins.

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Nani sailed for over a week with no problems at all. Not a storm in site, her boat was working perfectly and she was enjoying herself fully. She had stopped and anchored her boat at a few coral reefs and took plenty of pictures of sting rays for her mate that was back at home waiting for her. Nani also made it a point to stop at a few of the islands and buy some things that she had liked and also thought would make good gifts for others.

Since it took her a week to get to where she was now, Nani decided that now would be a good time to head back since it would take her about a week to get back home and she didn’t want to be late getting back in fear of worrying her mate. So Nani set off once again but this time she was headed home, back to her home and her mate. Little did Nani know there was a large storm not too far from her home and she would have to go through it to get to her mate.

As Nani got closer to her home, dark clouds that were tinged purple, were looming in front of her. Nani began to become nervous, she knew that these storms could be bad and she had been through a few but this felt different, this felt much worse.

All at once the sky opened up and the rain poured down. Nani instantly became soaked to the bone and to make it worse the rain was bitterly cold. No matter the rain or the cold Nani pushed through, trudging along in her small sail boat. Then came the wind. It was relentless, never ending and powerful. Nani scrambled to close all of her sails. She struggled to stay on her feet as the deck was sick from the rain and the waves, as well as the wind pushing her and her sails everywhere. Gripping desperately to the slick ropes a tall wave crashed into the boat throwing it to one side. Nani flew over the edge of the boat, she quickly reached out and gripped the railing, her paws slowly sliding off the wet rope. Nani growled “ you’re not taking me this time, not just yet” she dug her claws into the rope and hauled herself up and over the side of the boat. Still panting from the strain she continued to tie everything down and push her tired motor towards her home and her Ahti.

Through the rain she finally spotted land and the section of coast line that held her dock. She knew however that the fight was not over, she would have to fight even harder the closer she got to the shore as the wind would pick up, and the waves would stay just has high and just as powerful. So she continued on and hoped and wished and pleaded to whoever would listen, to just get her home and back to Ahti.

Finally, through the down poor of rain and the strong winds, she saw the dock and her mate. She fought with the last of her energy to get her sail boat back to shore. She was almost there, she just about could feel her mates arms around her and feel the softness of his fur against her face. The storm however had different plans for her. The wind increased and began to push her away from the shore, the engine to her small sail boat working over time trying to work against the wind. She screamed NO NO, I am almost there this can’t happen, it can’t! I refuse to give in now, he’s right there!” She just couldn’t give in now, not when safety and her home were right there.

All of a sudden she sees another boat headed straight towards her. Who was it and what did they think they were doing? They could easily get stuck out here with her. Then she saw the flash of a blue and flashes of other bright colors. She knew instantly that it was Ahti. His boat made it up to hers, as it got close he threw her a rope and yelled to her “tie this to the front of your boat, I will help pull you in!” So she did as he said. Slowly but surely the pair made their way to shore and tied the boats up at the dock. She jumped off her boat and ran down the dock, the wind whipping through her fur and the rain pelting her face. She slammed into her mate and grabbed onto him and began to cry. Ahti wrapped his arms around her and squeezed her tight.

Nani shook in the arms of her mate, tears coming down her face, but then a bubble of laughter came out. Ahti pushed her away enough to see her face, grabbed her shoulders and looked at her with concern. “Nani are you ok? Are you sure you are not in shock?” Nani shook her head and laughed again. She raised her paw and dangling from a rope around her wrist was a camera. “I still got those pictures for you. “She smiled in a pitiful way and it was a true smile. Ahti laughed and smiled back at her “Oh Nani of course you are the one trying to make me smile and laugh and of course you saved the pictures, who else would you be otherwise!”


Word Count: 1180
Viscets used: Nani - Mine / Ahti - Mine
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[Thebattleangel]

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[Strudel]

Viscets Used;

Elrich| Baphomet (owned by James.) | Kaori (owned by Mint Chip) | Emiko (owned by Mint Chip)

“But papa!” Elrich says “You said we would go flying together! You promised!” he huffs as his wings flutter behind in agitation, air tickling his neck with the draft from them.

“Yes, son, I know I promised.” Baphomet answers without hesitation “But the storm is coming soon. I’m not breaking my promise, we can do it another day.”

“But you’re always so busy papa!” Elrich protests. The wind stirs again, not from Elrich’s wings this time. He tucks them close to his body so the breeze won’t make him lose his footing. He was still so small, so light, the winds could easily blow him over. Some part of him understood the dangers, but he was tired of having to wait. These days, it seemed his father never had the time to spend with him.

At least not nearly as much time as Elrich wanted.

Elrich sighs lightly, guilt filling him instantly as he watches his father’s face fall at his words.

“So, I--”

Elrich shakes his head. “No papa, I’m sorry. That was out of line. I should not have said something.” his head hangs low “It’s fine, really papa, we can do it another day.”

It’s obvious that Baphomet wants to say something else to lighten his son’s mood, but he hears his mate calling for them.

“We’d best get back, son.” Baphomet instead says as he motions Elrich to follow him “Your mother will worry if we stay outside while this storm is brewing up like this. She can feel it in the air too, you know.”

Silently Elrich follows behind Baphomet, keeping pace with him well considering the stark difference in their sizes. He watches as Baphomet’s own powerful wings shift as the older viscet walks.

“I wish I had powerful wings like those.” Elrich thinks to himself as the head toward their home together. “If my wings were big and powerful like papa’s, then he would take me with flying anytime.” Elrich’s eyes widen “Or, he might even trust me to go on my own. That would be amazing, flying wherever I wanted, whenever I wanted.” the thought has him excited, but his ears droop as he enters their home.

He looks to his younger brother-- already bigger than he himself is-- and he sighs again. “Except I’ll never be big and strong like papa. I’ll be like this forever, I think. Mama and papa don’t think we know but… I do know. I’ll never be bigger or stronger than I am now? What’s the point of practicing flying, anyway? I’ll never be any bigger, any better.”

Elrich dispelled his melancholy best he can as he joins his family for their nightly meal.

Halfway through their meal, the storm starts to pick up, and in just mere minutes they’re already having to talk over the pounding rain and the booming thunder. Still, the conversation continues almost seamlessly until the meal is done and they are all sent off to rest for the night.

During the storms especially, many of the children choose to practically pile themselves onto their parents. Elrich used to be the first to pile on, afraid of storms as he was, but now the fear is but a distant memory. He doesn’t fear any of it any longer-- not the crashing of the thunder or the sparks of lightning illuminating the sky in brilliant whites. He even stands where he can see outside for a time, watching as great streaks of light pass between the heavens and the Earth in a glorious display. He is almost awed by the power of it all, even after having seen it a hundred times before.

“Bed, Elrich.” Kaori shoos him toward his pile of father and siblings. He settles carefully a few inches from his father’s tail and Kaori lays beside her mate. Of course the children resettle after that, all but Elrich who stays where he is.

Baphomet looks to his son, sadness in his eyes. He knew something was still bothering Elrich, it was obvious. He had talked so little since coming inside, after his small outburst. And now… now he was distancing himself from the group, for once not draped across Baphomet’s tail as he usually would be. Baph watches him for a few short minutes before lowering his head once more to catch a bit of sleep.

“Come morning, he’ll be better.” Baphomet thinks “And if not, we’ll get it sorted all out then. I’ll let him sleep it off for now.”

Everyone seems to fall asleep pretty easily, even the distracted young Elrich is asleep within the hour. Come the wee hours of the morning though, when the sun is hours yet from shining, Elrich finds himself awake again.

The storm has quietened. Earlier it was nearly shaking their home-- uprooting trees even although they didn’t know it had-- but now their home is unnervingly silent. The only sound in the place is the steady breaths of his family surrounding him.

Elrich stands up and stretches carefully. He pads off, intending on a quick walk to work out his sore muscles, but his older sister Emiko is on his tail in moments.

“Where are you going?” the other winged child whispers into Elrich’s ear.

Elrich nearly jumps out of his fur. “Don’t scare me like that!” he hisses “And I’m just going to the bathroom! The storm is over, it’s safe. So can you leave me alone already!?”

Elrich was not usually like this. He could be stubborn, and sometimes hard to handle, but never cruel. He could feel his heart ache a little as Emiko slipped off back to their parents and settle back in. She wasn’t crying, but she was upset. However, she didn’t seem too interested on trying to catch his eye so instead of apologizing like he wanted to do, he left.

Of course it had been a lie, he didn’t need to use the restroom, he just wanted out. He wanted away for a moment to himself.

Elrich wouldn’t have said he was upset at his father, per say, more upset at circumstances. Sure, he was upset at first that his father hadn’t wanted to fly with him that evening as promised, but he understood why. It wasn’t safe, especially for him. But now it had gotten him to thinking of his general size again, and what he had head so long ago when he was barely old enough to totter along after his parents.

“They may never grow up.” He remembered his father saying in hushed whispers “We took the chance, right? But it was worth it. I wouldn’t trade them, would you? Even if they’re both children forever.”

“But will they forgive us?” his mother had replied then, sorrow dripping from her voice.

At the time he didn’t understand, but he knew now.

Elrich looks to the sky. Stars were barely visible through some of the fast-moving clouds. But, even though the moon wasn’t visible, there was still enough light to see by. The sky wasn’t quite black, more of a dark, velvet green. The wind was even still. Elrich felt a wrongness about it all, but he couldn’t quite put a paw to what it was. He shakes head of it and continues his short walk.

At least, it was supposed to be a short walk. Instead, he soon finds himself well across the clearing, considering the calm sky above.

Elrich’s wings fluttered in anticipation.

Could it really hurt to take one fast loop around? Just fly for a while, get it out of his system? Regardless of size, he was a good flier. Even his papa admitted that. He had been a good flier the moment he had stopped being so reckless in the air.

Was this in itself reckless? Perhaps a bit. But honestly, if he was going to stay the way he was, didn’t he need to start flying on his own? It wasn’t like he could stay with his parents forever, right? Did he even want to? Wasn’t there a part of him that wanted to go off on his own someday, regardless of his size? He thought so anyway, and so he took one last look at the sky and began to run across the clearing, back toward their home.

Several yards in he jumped in the air, unfurling his wings with a strong snap. Immediately they caught the air, and he rose up a few feet. He flapped them furiously to gain height, and as a singular gust of wind blew past, he found himself climbing higher.

It was tiring work, without his papa to help, but he was doing it all on his own. Elrich found himself grinning brightly as he took higher to the sky, having to flap less and less as he was able to start gliding on the air currents that were further up.

But… hadn’t the wind been still moments before?

Elrich chooses not to think about that as he climbed every higher. A little bit of wind wasn’t going to hurt him, after all. It helped him more than anything, helped to carry him further with less effort.

A particularly strong gust of wind took him ever higher, and a contradicting wind current blew him around in a circle for a moment.

Now he couldn’t see the ground below, and the rain was beginning to fall again.

Had this been a mistake?

Elrich could feel himself begin to panic, but he remembers what his father always tells him. When he’s scared, and alone, he’s supposed to take a deep breath and think. He does this, and it calms him some, but the buffering winds meet his flank violently and he pitches a little before catching himself.

The clouds ahead are moving, jerking violently in ways he couldn’t remember seeing clouds act. The sky took on a brighter hue, brightening that unnatural green.

Had the sky even been that green before? Elrich couldn’t recall.

Just stay calm.

Elrich keeps his eyes open as he starts to descend. If he can get down, he can find cover from the rain coming down now in sheets. The icy water pelts him mercilessly and the air seems charged with something otherworldly that Elrich can seem to put his paw on, although that might be due to the panic.

He realizes what that feeling is as a white streak meets the ground, and at the very air begins to shake with the force of the thunder.

The storm was back, and this time with a vengeance.

Elrich makes another attempt to head for a landing, but a strong gust carries him back upward.

It turns out his small body is no match for the stormwinds. Still, he has to try, and he struggles to aim for the ground. If he can just get down carefully, he’ll run for cover. And he’ll be ok.

Elrich fights against the storm for another ten minutes. The winds and the rain batter and bruise him, but he fights against them with every bit of strength in his body.

It’s then that he hears an otherworldly whistle.

He can’t reach up to cover his ears, but the exhausted viscling clenches chattering teeth at the noise. It’s awful… and unnatural. It sounds almost like… a locomotive. But there were no tracks here, not unless he was much farther out than he thought he had gone.

Elrich doesn’t see the forming funnel cloud to his left. He wouldn’t even know what it was if he had, having never seen a tornado form.

Baphomet on the other hand had seen them before many times, had flown through one years ago. Back when he thought he was invincible-- in other words when he was young and foolish.

He felt a shift in the atmosphere in his sleep, and it had awoken him.

“Take the children down into the cellar dear.” He whispers into Kaori’s ear. She wakes up quickly, eyes wide, knowing to do as he said without question when his voice was that serious. Something was happening.

Only then did Baphomet notice Emiko staring outside, her eyes wide as she looked to the sky.

“Is it supposed to be green, daddy?” Emiko whispers as he approached.

Baphomet shakes his head “No, it’s not, but we’ll be ok. We’ll go with momma into the cellar.”

“But what about Elrich?”

Baph’s breath catches in his throat. He immediately begins scouring their home with his eyes, his expression growing panicked as he realized that Elrich wasn’t there.

“Where is he?” Baph asks his daughter.

“He went outside for a walk, but I don’t see him Daddy. I think he want flying.

And then Baphomet hears the whistle, even over the downpour.

Baphomet turned to his mate and pushes Emiko toward her.

“Take them down. I’ll find Elrich!” he yells as he rushes outside.

Kaori watched as he left, stricken at the thought of their child out there, and her husband as well. Still, she ushers the children down into the cellar. She has to keep faith that Baphomet could take care of himself, and their son. Still, having faith in him didn’t quiet her beating heart, especially as she hears noises above them.

It was a tornado, and it was upon them.

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Wind continues to whip him about, and Elrich strength was fading. He couldn’t land, he couldn’t get low enough to the ground. He realizes, only just in his barely-conscious state, that this doesn’t mean he can’t crash. He know if he doesn’t land, that his wings will falter and even the winds won’t be able to keep him up then. He’ll drop to the ground like a stone.

Elrich can feel the pull of the air beside him, and finally one of his wings falter under the pressure of the high winds. The wing folds against him, and he starts to fall down immediately. He doesn’t have the strength to pull it back out against the intense winds.

Elrich closes his eyes, bracing for the impact.

He doesn’t feel an impact below him, but beside him. And a warmth. Everything is so warm all of a sudden, when moment before it had been blistering cold as he fought against the rain in the high altitude.

“Oh, Elrich…” he thinks he hears.

Is that his father?

“He’s going to be so mad at me.” He thinks, but in that moment Elrich doesn’t care. Even as the currents push and pull Baphomet, Elrich doesn’t care. His father came for him. He was safe, in his father’s arms.

When they land for shelter, Elrich is asleep in his father’s arms. Exhausted, batter and bruised, but safe. Baphomet holds his child close to his chest as they wait out the storm under shelter. Elrich will definitely get a severe talking to later, but Baphomet knows the poor boy has already learned his lesson this day. A lesson he’ll never forget, Baph knows. He certainly never did himself.

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Ljos and the Weather

Weather can influence a lot of things... day to day activities or complete lifestyle changes, whatever it is, tell us how weather has impacted your viscet(s) over the summer months!
Ski Lift, Alien, Hamster

WIP - Notes for Now

[Matreats]

A hot wind blew through the desert, disturbing the scorching sand and sending small lizards and beetles farther under the surface. The sun beat down on the harsh landscape, unforgiving in its constant heat. A single figure trekked across the dunes, a tarnished length of cloth wrapped around their head to shield themself from the rays.

Golden claws dug into the earth as the viscet struggled to get a grip. The White Desert was a violent environment already, but it was the dead of summer and these months were especially vicious. In the day the temperature would rise to an unbearable heat, burning the paws of any that set foot on the sad. When the sun finally went down and the moon rose, it brought the coldest of nights.

The viscet’s blue fur had lost its luster long ago, the dust of the desert having covered the original colors. All sense of dignity and pride had been lost, replaced by the desperation of an individual who had lost everything. He was Nayru, the former prince of the Second kingdom; cast out and betrayed by his brother, left to die as he wandered the expanse of this cursed desert.

The mere thought of his brother angered Nayru beyond reason and he ground his teeth together. How dare he throw him out when he was just as capable and just as worthy of ruling? Nayru knew that he was strong, stronger than his brother; and now he was willing to repay Rosha’s actions. If he had the will to murder his own family for glory, Nayru was most certainly capable of doing the same. He would show him that he wasn’t weak. The thought of pinning Rosha down to the ground with his claws in his brother’s throat was the only thing driving him forward now.

He had no idea how long it had been, how many days had passed; all sense of time was lost to him. How many of these countless hours had gone by as he stumbled through the sand? How many times had he cried, his wails of anguish unheard and lost to the wind? He didn’t know. He only kept going because he believed— he knew that there had to be an end to this hell. Nothing was forever.

But the endless struggle was becoming too much for him. Nayru’s knees gave out as he attempted to place one foot in front of the other, and he fell to the ground, too weak to try to stop it. The sand burned his skin, blisteringly hot against his paw pads, but he didn’t move. His lungs seemed to be full of it as well, every breath more ragged and labored than the last. He barely had the energy to open his eyes, but as he did a gust of wind blew into his face, pelting him with the tiny grains. The lack of food, water, and shade had quickly worn him down, and his travel-worn body had had enough. His last thought before the world went dark was one of acceptance.

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This was most definitely not a great idea.

Relient tagged behind his sister Jasper and her alleged ‘boyfriend’, his posture clearly showing that he was nervous. The narrow alley street opened up into a sort of a crossroads, completely hidden from the outside streets by the tall surrounding city buildings. Even with the shade though, the ground underneath him was emanating heat and burned his paw pads. The second Relient set a paw inside, his gut dropped.

All around them were faces; some familiar, some not, and some who were a strange in between. They all were the same in the fact that they looked capable of snapping your neck in seconds if they decided they didn’t like you. Relient recognized the prominent symbol of the Golden Dragon burned onto a stocky black viscet’s arm, others behind him with the same marking, either embossed in clothing, tattooed on, or worn around their necks.

The famous gang indeed dominated over the others in the clearing, their presence clearly well-respected and well-feared. Dean, however, seemed to be completely oblivious to this and waltzed out like he owned the whole of Riverhead. The other groups sitting off to the side and around them cast their eyes on the three newcomers with obvious disapproval, but none of them made a move as Dean walked up to the metal pump in the center. Jasper followed close behind, but Relient lingered back; he was far too uncomfortable with this situation to draw any more attention to himself.

Dean reached the pump, his unexpected confident stride spooking the closer viscets into moving back farther. He ignored the looks he was getting and pulled the rusted lever up, staring intently as drops of water dripped from the pipe. A patch of the harsh summer sunlight made his sunset-colored mane shine as he shifted, his eyes glancing quickly to the Dragons’ leader.

“Dean,” the large viscet purred in a singsongy voice, dragging out his name as an unsettling grin found its way on his face. “Funny to see you here- I would have thought our last encounter would have taught you a lesson. Relient’s eyes immediately jumped to the slash on Dean’s nose that still was in process of healing. The comment was obviously made to unnerve Dean, but instead he returned the smile.

“You think too little of me.” Water started trickling out in a little stream, splashing against the grate below and drawing Dean’s attention. Breaking eye contact with the other viscet, Dean leaned down and opened his jaws, allowing the water to fall into his mouth. A few seconds passed and he put his head under, shivering with pleasure as the cooling liquid soaked into his burning fur. Jasper went in after him, the sight of the water ridding her of all fear of the others around her. Dean returned his gaze back to the Dragon’s, who had grown stiff, his jaw clenched tightly.

“Your stupidity is gonna get you killed one day kid,” he growled, but Dean brushed off the threat.

“Well, I’m not dead yet so so far it’s gone not too bad, wouldn’t you think?” The viscet’s indignant attitude was starting to tick the Dragon off, and Relient did not like the malevolent look in his eyes.

“Dean-“ Relient called, wishing then that he were closer so he could converse a bit more privately. He still refused to join the two in the middle though. “Let’s go.”

“Your friend is smart,” the Dragon noted, picking at his teeth with a claw. “If I were you I would take his advice and scat before I rip you apart.” Relient saw the fire light in Dean’s eyes and he cringed inwardly, knowing what was coming next. The threat was a challenge to him, one that he wouldn’t back down from, especially with such a large crowd to witness.

“Try me.”

“What did you say mutt?” The Dragon rose to his feet, his arms out and claws extended. A dangerous light glimmered in his eye, but Dean pushed it farther.

“Try me,” he repeated, his posture casual and relaxed. He inspected a claw absently, gesturing for Jasper to step back. She did. “I’ve taken you on before and I’ll do it again. Everyone here knows that you’ve gotten lazy. Prove them wrong?” He beckoned with a single finger, and instantly the Dragon jumped for him, aiming to slash at his throat. Dean quickly dodged, ducking under and rolling sideways as his opponent tumbled to the ground.

They engaged each other, though it seemed as if the Dragon couldn’t land a hit. Dean was like lightning, zipping back and forth, over and under as fast as Relient could blink. The Dragon was growing impatient and he swung his tail at Dean, swiping his feet out from under him as he ducked in anticipation of a higher-aimed attack. Immediately the large viscet was on top of him, claws digging into his neck. For a second, Relient thought he saw fear flash across Dean’s eyes; it looked like his opponent really was going to strike the final blow.

The Dragon’s eyes darted around at the other viscets, and for a few heart-pounding moments everyone was still. He growled and yanked his claws out of Dean’s fur, retreating a few steps back. Dean smirked victoriously.

“If I ever see you again you won’t be so lucky.” He returned to his crew, leaving Dean in the middle. The other viscets started chattering as he got up, retrieved Jasper, and left, whisking past Relient.

“Wait—“ Relient started, turning tail and following after them. “What in sanity’s name was that?!”

Dean shrugged, letting Jasper latch onto him. “Your chance to get water. You should have taken it.”

“That was reckless- you almost got killed!”

“But I didn’t, so here we are.”

“I couldn’t care less about you, but you brought Jasper, knowing that something like this would happen? How stupid are you?” Relient barked, glaring at them with narrowed eyes. They returned the look. Dean straightened his back, rolling his shoulders and huffed in Relient’s direction.

“Maybe you should worry about yourself,” the taller, lean viscet snipped, his nostrils flaring. Jasper looked as if she was ready to rip someone’s throat out. Relient felt a low growl rise up into his throat and he dug his claws into the ground to keep himself from tackling the prissy boy right then and there.

“I’m not the one being selfish here. Corner is not a place to hang around, and especially not during the drought. Every big name was there and I won’t let you endanger her by bringing her along with you in all your stupid suicidal stunts!” Dean’s neck fur bristled. Relient had obviously struck a nerve with him, and he would be lying if he said it wasn’t satisfying.

“So you expect us to die of thirst while they hover over there like vultures?”

“I don’t get what the big deal is!” Jasper had entered the fight. “I can take care of myself Rel, I’m not helpless and I have Dean to protect me.” She lifted her nose and puffed out her chest, huffing decidedly. Relient couldn’t roll his eyes hard enough. She was acting like a viscling; horribly naive and overwhelmingly stubborn. Why couldn’t she just see that this street urchin wasn’t the prince of her dreams? Dean snickered.

“Oh, too bad. Looks like big brother is having some separation issues. Jealous that I care for her more than anyone ever has about you?” Relient froze, his eyes locked on the two others as Dean laughed, nudging Jasper into doing the same. At Relient’s lack of response, Dean turned back to him, a smirk playing on his face. “Can’t handle the truth punk?” There was a moment of silence before Relient suddenly leapt forward, tackling the orange viscet to the ground. Before Dean could react, Relient swiped his claws across Dean’s cheek, earning a yelp from Jasper as she jumped back. Dean growled, his teeth clacking together as he closed his jaw around Relient’s ear, earning a pained screech from the smaller viscet.

The fight quickly escalated into a brawl, both males tumbling and tussling on the dusty ground as they clawed and bit at each other. It didn’t last long; Relient was overpowered quickly, pinned under Dean who’s breath washed over his face as he panted. Even though he talked big, Dean had the combat skills to match.

“Get out,” Dean hissed, spittle flying from his mouth as Relient struggled under him. He released Relient, who scrambled away from him. “NOW!” Dean roared, taking a menacing step towards him. Relient’s ears flattened and he backed away. He knew he couldn’t beat Dean in a fight, and he wasn’t about to try again. So he turned and left, disappearing down another alley, leaving his sister and Dean behind him.

His eyes narrowed as he heard the two leave as well, most likely heading back to the warehouse. Frustration and anger festered up inside of him, and he let out a low growl without even realizing it. Dean might be strong, but he was a brute; always taking the hardest way out to prove to whoever was watching that he was the best. He was reckless, stupid, and dangerous. Dangerous to everyone around him and dangerous to Jasper.

As he turned another corner and came out into the street, he found himself running a paw through his mane to smooth it out. He kept walking, wandering without meaning really, but keeping away from places he had a chance of being recognized. The police were all he needed to make things worse.

He didn’t know what to do, and more importantly he didn’t know where to start. Compared to Dean, he was a viscling; hardly posing a threat to a street-raised boy. Jasper had latched onto his confidence and suave almost instantly when they had first met him, and she had been impossible ever since. Relient understood her need for safety and assurance, but no matter what he did he couldn’t even start to convince her that Dean was exactly the opposite.

He constantly launched himself into disagreements and frays much bigger than him, and consequently dragged Jasper along with him. It wasn’t just frustrating, it was frightening. Relient had sworn to keep his sister safe after they had left home, and he had failed the first time he was met with confrontation. Why couldn’t he just do better?

The more he thought about it the angrier he got, so he begrudgingly pushed the thought of Jasper and Dean away, forcefully stuffing it back into his mind as he turned his attention to the neon sign that hung over a building to his left. With a sigh he started towards it. He ducked under the overhanging roof, glad to be out from under the sun’s violent heat. With some luck, some of his friends would be here. They were regulars like him, and were often found in the basement playing cards and betting over things they found on the road or in the trash.

The music blasting from the speakers made the floor beneath Relient vibrate, making his ears perk up as he entered. Maneuvering around the tables and past several couples, he headed for the stairs, giving a green-furred viscet an acknowledging nod. He stepped down the stairs, sliding his paw against the railing as he descended. He wondered how many days it would take for Dean to return to his senses this time.

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Total: 2,435 words

[_Alex_]

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there is little difference between summer and winter in the realm which the demons
call home. the days are longer in the summer yes, and perhaps the air is a little drier,
but other than that, the difference is minimal. clouds still roll across the sky in shades
of red and grey and black, the air still holds an never-ending chill, the trees still look
withered and dead. the land of the demons is a dead one, and that changes little
between spring and fall and summer and winter. no, the real change in the weather
occurs elsewhere. in the lands that lie in the in-between, the lands where most all
mortals live. and it is this change that draws ahriman out of the land of the demons
and into the in-between.

like always, his first thought upon stepping out of the darkness and into the light is that
it's so incredibly warm in the mortal plane. the afternoon sun hangs high in the sky
without a cloud in sight, and it's rays are relentless in their attacks. for just a moment,
the heat is unbearable and he nearly steps back the way that he came. but then a light
breeze kicks up from ground, swirling through his feathers and providing him with a
small measure of relief. the heat is unpleasant still, he decides, but tolerable enough.
if only so he can stay and catch a view of something other than dead trees and twisted
rock spires. he's loathe to admit it, but he's begun to miss the mortal world, too caught
up in the politics of the land below to return above more than for a split second.

finally, he looks around, observing his surroundings. he's on an island the best he can
tell, or perhaps a peninsula that juts far into the sea, for as far as he looks to his left
and right and front he can only see the sea -- an unending glass surface of blue and
green that sparkles beneath the sun -- while behind him rests a forest of green. but it's
not a clear pathway to the sea, one with sloping beaches and white sand. no, the sea
rests at the bottom of cliffs of jagged rock and slippery moss. it reminds him fondly of
the cliffs he used to haunt as a child, back when he would lure the good and pure to
their deaths with promises of wealth and love. oh, what good days those were.

it's with great care that he picks his way down the cliffs. he is not his mate, does not
carry the same breed of immortality in his veins, he can live forever yes, but if he dies,
then that is the end. one wrong slip on the rocks would most certainly mean his death.
but he has experience on seaside cliffs and makes it down to the sea nearly unharmed,
sporting only a scratch along his cheek from a particularly stealthy rock. ever aware of
the sea spray, he maneuvers his way across the short narrow beach and onto a large
rock that rests in the sun. the sun is the most unforgivable on his rock he knows, but
with the breeze coming off the ocean and the occasional mist spraying up onto his pelt,
it's almost pleasant. pleasant enough at least, that when he lays down on his stomach
and curls up, he's dozing off into a nap within seconds.

when he awakens, it's due to a familiar feeling. the unforgettable bite of ice nipping at
his nose and snow scattered through his pelt. for just a moment, he lays there with his
eyes closed, resigned to the feeling. it's normal for him, he knows the cold better than
he knows the heat, having livid in it for nearly all of his existence. but, he remembers
with a start, he is not in the land of demons at the moment. no, he's in the mortal
realm on a beach that just hours ago was hot and sunny.

he rushes to his feet then, moving almost too fast, paws slipping on the ice rock and
nearly tipping him into the sea before his claws catch hold. everything around him now
is blanketed in white and silver, the aftermath of a winter storm. he can feel it still
hanging in the air: the double teeth the wind now holds, the dark blue-grey sky above,
the deep black of the water, the icicles hanging off his antlers. he doesn't know how or
why it arrived so suddenly in the dead heat of summer, but he doesn't like it. nor does
he like the way he slept through it, as if some magic had laced itself into his mind for
just a little while.

it is with great caution that he makes his way off of the rock and onto the beach,
every muscle of his body tense and prepared for a fight. now that he off the rock, out
of the large majority of the wind, he can see tracks in the snow, can smell a scent
wafting through the air from further down the beach. it's not a scent he knows either.
no, this one is new and unfamiliar, as biting and harsh as the sea and yet smooth as ice.
but most of all, this scent carries with it the heavy mark of death. for just a moment,
he debates on calling on kieran. his mate is not the devil's necromancer for nothing,
has more than earned the mastery and control over all things dark and dead that he
now possesses. but he swats away that notion quickly, kieran fears only the sea and
it's cliffs, to bring him to this spot would require a cruelness ahriman cannot find
himself to possess. he can handle it himself. and if not, it will take but just a second
to return back to his own realm.

when he finally rounds the corner of the beach, he's met with the sight of a viscet
standing in the middle of the ice and snow, looking completely unbothered despite the
icicles that drip down their tail and the frost on their claws. if they were not so slight
of build, small and weak looking, their coat of white and blue and grey would almost
be intimidating. yet ahriman knows better than to disregard the other off of looks
alone. his daughter is not much larger than he is, and yet he has watched her kill with
ease and bring destruction upon entire cities.

weighing his options, ahriman slowly circles around to the white viscet, keeping his
side to the cliff. it's only when he's slightly ahead of the other that he scrapes his
antlers against the rocks, the rough sound drawing the attention of the other.

"oh, hello there," the white viscet says, voice smooth as unblemished ice, only his eyes
betraying the slight fear that jumps through him at spotting ahriman. "i wasn't aware
that this island was inhabited. i would never have ventured onto your land if i knew
otherwise." his tone is polite, pleasant, meant to keep violence from escalating. and
yet ahriman can sense the lie, knows immediately that this stranger has no qualms
about trespassing onto another's land.

"it's quite alright." ahriman says, his deep honey drawl a stark contrast to the others
flat tone. "this is not my land anyhow. i am just a mere visitor, here to enjoy the
summer sun before traveling home." he can see it then, the moment the white viscet's
demeanor changes. when he goes from calm and quiet to a predator ready to pounce.
can all but taste the other's magic on his tongue just as the wind begins to pick up and
the clouds thicken just a bit. it's then he knows for sure that the other is the one
responsible for the storm. and, more than that, the he is more than willing to kill.

"such a shame then," the white one says, "that a winter storm blew out of nowhere
then. i hear they can be quite deadly. although you look to have taken to cold well. so
far at least." his speech is antagonistic now, a mockery that only he would fully
understand if ahriman were any normal viscet.

"yes such a shame indeed." ahriman echoes back. "luckily enough, however, i am more
than used to winter storms and even more familiar with death." for once it's not a lie.
"i would be careful how you throw around your magic though." ahriman says, voice
layered with unseen threats and he begins to pull forth his own magic, letting it rise
up out of the ground with each passing breath. "you never know what you might
come across."

it's plain to see that his words take the other by surprise, the white viscet's eyes
widening in surprise while his powers waver. but the other only stumbles for a moment.
"magic? you're smarter than you look." the other smiles then, all tooth and fang and
danger, "that's not going to save you now though."

with no warning, the temperature drops, plunging well below zero and icing over the
ocean's shallows. ahriman barely has time to blink, shocked at the strength of the
other's magic, before a giant icicle is hurtling towards him. it's only centuries of
experience and luck that allows him to throw up a wall of red and black flames and
drop out of the way of the ice. already the ice beneath his feet is growing up around
him, trying to trap him into place, and so ahriman doesn't hesitate to move. to step
into the shadows beneath the wall of the cliff and step back out directly into the
shadow of the white viscet.

before the other can turn around, ahriman is looping an arm around his neck, resting
his claws, sharp and deadly and oh so ready to kill, against the others neck. he doesn't
know if he can kill him, can tell already that the white one doesn't breathe but to talk,
is most likely already closer to death than anything else, but he can try. it's into the
other's ear that he snarls, "weren't you ever taught, little one, not to play with demons.
much less a demon prince."

the white one freezes then, a large amount of fight leaving his body as the winter
storm suddenly stops: the wind dying down and the clouds opening up to reveal the
sun once more. it's clear then, that he's won. that the other has given up. "where i
come from," the white one says softly, "there are no demons. not even the devil himself
dares venture into our lands. no, where i come from, we have evils that are much
much worse."

the white one strikes then, wrapping his tail around ahriman's ankle and pulling him
down, ignoring the demon prince's claws slicing open the skin from his shoulder down
across his back. before ahriman can pull him down as well, he's several feet away,
wearing a wicked smile. "and i'll in on a secret, i'm one of those evil things."

anger burns inside ahriman white hot, tired of the other acting so far above him when
he's clearly not. he summons up his powers in full force then, cracking the side of the
cliff to allow red-black flames to lick up out of the earth's core. before he can throw
them at the other though, before he can burn him alive where he stands, he's struck
from the sea by a bolt of energy. white hot lighting that sends him flying across the
beach and crashing into the cliff face.

for a moment, he's stunned, caught completely unaware and unprepared. then he's
cracking open his eyes and watching as another viscet arrives, jumping out of a small
rowboat that he must had taken to shore. this one is white as well, but he has
markings like none ahriman has ever seen. a skeleton like pattern so similar to his mates,
yet marked with the same galaxy that only the gods wear. and his horns, they're
terrifying and grand in a way that only his mates have ever been.

"avente, darling" the new stranger says, voice high and light, "you should have called
for me earlier. we could have tried to recruit this one, i like him. lot's of power and
not afraid to bite. but he hurt you. and so now i have to kill him."

"macre, love, i'm fine. don't you worry. i've had worse before and you know this well."
the first stranger, avente, said, voice soothing.

it was the name though, macre, that burned white hot in ahriman's mind though. a
sense of recognition urging him to his feet despite his darkening vision. "macre?" he
croaked out, "you're supposed to be dead. killed centuries ago in a carriage accident."

macre whipped around then, glaring at ahriman with a mixture of surprise and anger.
"how do you know that?" he barked out. "no one alive is supposed to know such a thing.
unless...." he trailed off then, lost in though for just a mere moment. "you know what,
that matters not though. i am dead now, still, and soon you will be too."

out of no where, the sky darkened again. pitch black storm clouds rolling in on
hurricane strength winds. lightning danced across the sky and even dared to reach out
towards the waves. it was in that moment, for the first time in centuries, as macre
stalked toward him with murder in his eyes, that ahriman felt a true sense of fear. he
couldn't survive a fight head on. not like this at least.

and so he pulled on the last of his strength and leaned back into the cliff, falling
through the shadows there and through the fabric of reality, until he landed in a heap
on the ground. the last thing he saw before unconsciousness claimed him was the
familiar landscape of the demon realm, unchanging in it's scenery.

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featuring:
ahriman, avente, macre
mentioned:
kieran, tezrian, tyramet
(tyramet owned by james. and mentioned with permission)
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Woo! The results guys! Thank you so much all for participiating in the summer event!

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and now for the winners!

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

Unleashed Squiid

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

~Trompy, Gadgetrocks, Prince Audric, james., Animal345, milo., LEEaboo, mareep, Barnes&Rogers, juice box. , ~Prophecy~, xostef202, Surroundingcrystals, Matreats & howlingtothestars

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

brave vesperia, _Alex_, .kaede, Mint Chip, & 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 #2570 - lex.
Viscet #2569 - Yugi
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 this week of the event! Everyoens forum was fantastic. The drawings were breathless and what you guys have built with your viscets was so fun for me to read. I hope you guys continue to ride out this summer with fun c:

[Vixen Luo]

Huge congratulations to lex and Yugi! <33 your forms were outstanding!

Thank you for the special mention, and congratulations to everyone else! c: