[Kydashing]

Username: Kydashing
Name: Tigressa
Gender: female
Gender for breeding: female

"Survival is key, quick thinking is essential"

Orange-yellow eyes flickered as the day broke out in the forest. The sun was only peeking through the trees, but was almost completely covered in clouds. One could say it was quite in the forest, but that would be a lie. Cries and calls of birds could be heard higher above in the trees. Below, on the ground were wild boar snorting as they grazed.

Tigressa, a lone scavenger in a large rain-forest, was making her way through to find a safe place to rest. She had be awake all night, the darkness was not safe for sleep. She stood up, her lower paws gripping the tree limb beneath her as she assessed where to jump to next. Once she had her focus, she started her jumps again and continued high in the air. At one point, her leg gave out and got tangled in vines that hung from the trees. Tigressa almost fell to the ground but thought fast, her front paws grasping the near tree branch and held tight. Looking at her leg, she could see the tangles and was able to use her other lower leg to pick at the vines until she was free. She immediately moved her body upwards onto the branch, resting for a moment. In the process of the event the leg had gotten scratched up. Her face became furrowed. "This no good. I need...to fix."

Her front paws stretched out the individual claws, inspecting the leg before looking at the tree's leaves. Ripping a few leaves, she then sniffed the air, looking down to see sap coming from the tree's bark. A toothy grin came from her face before wiping one leaf with some of the sap. Finally, she pulled at a small vine hanging above her until it loosened up for her to have. Within a moment or two, Tigressa transformed the natural ingredients of the forest into a paw-made bandage! Once tightened on her lower leg, she felt rain trickle through the leaves above her.

"Tree no good cover. Need better cover." She grimaced. "I no like the water like this, too cold." Despite being clearly alone, Tigressa spoke out as if explaining to the animals and trees around her how she felt. She'd been alone quite sometime now. With not way of tracking time, she honestly started to believe she was always alone. Tigressa shook her head at the thought, trying to find some focus again. Her eyes saw in the distance the large cluster of canopy trees. She steadied her body to make sure her back legs were ready then went off again in her sprint of finding a dry spot. Despite being a mammal that shouldn't be capable of such climbing, she had to teach herself and often watched monkeys on how they got around in the forest. Not as fast or agile per say, but she had it down now.

Once she arrived to a nice covered spot not taken by tropical birds or small mammals, she finally sat down her lower legs dangling from the branch. The rain continued, but she was safe and satisfied. Before her, the rest of the forest could be seen and it was a site she probably would never get tired of.

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Writing Extra: (Maximum 300 words) a little info on her backstory (dystopia au)
Art Extra: (Animations and comics are not allowed) a picture of her in cover of a tree, raining. Has a bandage.

[muttgirl310]

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Username:
Muttgirl310

Name:
Charon

Gender:
Male

Gender for breeding:
Male

Their unique skill:
Charon rubbed the side of his boat down with a rag,
Cerebus sound asleep behind him as there had been no
visitors yet today. A dark figure appeared at the entrance
and all three heads of the massive dog lifted and puffed a
cloud of hot air at them. The figure laughed a bit and
reached a paw out to the dog, rubbing each snout individually
before turning to the boatman.

"Charon, how are you?" The figure bowed his head in respect
and Charon got on one knee briefly before standing back up.

"Good my lord. Ready to return to the palace?" Charon
motioned to the boat and the viscet nodded before climbing in.

Charon pushed the boat off the shore, briefly stepping into the
water which at the moment was glowing with a purple like hue.
Charon stepping into the water made the passenger shudder for a
moment and Charon swung himself into the boat to continue
pushing it down the river. He couldn't help but grin at the
expression of the viscet's face.

"You know the water does not affect me Hades, yet you grimace
every time." Charon laughed a bit and Hades shook his head.

"I have touched that water and it felt like hundred of fires being
lit on my body. How you do not feel that is beyond me."

Charon shrugged, "Perhaps it is because of the reason I am here
Hades?"

Hades considered it, it made sense that Charon could not feel the
burning water of hate because he had already been burned by actual
flames set from hatred. Hades could see Charon's eyes reflecting the
flames of his past and reached a paw to rest on his shoulder.

"I gave you this position not because of your past but because I saw
you had kindness and a will to continue in your soul. You are an
amazing angel Charon." Charon's eyes cleared and he looked at the
dark viscet who was smiling down at him.

"Thank you Hades, I do enjoy my role here. It is amazing to see all the
visitors coming and going from the underworld." Charon paused a
moment, "And to see your face when I touch the water of course."

Charon bent down, dipping his paw into the water and watched as
the discomfort spread through Hades body. Hades looked at him
with a glare but the viscet's grey eyes held no malice towards the
boatman.

Charon straightened up and pushed the boat further through the
underworld towards the massive castle ahead.

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The flames had died off by the time Hades had shown up to view the aftermath. He looked around the ruined building, noticing where the fire had been set and how it had quickly spread to the rest of the wooden structure. He sighed as he moved through the ash when he noticed a small figure laying within the wreckage. He hurried over and frowned at the sight of a badly burned viscling, probably only a few years old. He gazed around, looking for anyone who may be looking for this little one but he saw none.

He turned back to the viscling, laying in the ash all alone and was shocked to see the child still breathing. Hades brushed a hand over their ears and pulled the child onto his lap. This viscling's heart was pure, unlike the monster who had set the flames. Hades bent his head down to the child's and whispered, "Just ask and I can spare you. Become one of my angels and never know this pain again."

The viscling looked up at him and nodded very weakly, "Please..."

Hades watched as the child healed from his wounds and his pelt become the color of the flames themselves. A pattern emerged and the child's eyes regained their glow in the color of oranges. Hades helped them stand and then held a hand out to them.

"Come, lets go home." Hades walked with the newly reborn child, away from the place that he had suffered.

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(Art by me)
(Hades owned by Me)
(Writing says: "Pay the Ferryman" "A coin under the tongue should do the trick")
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[mango marmalade,,]

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Breathing in deeply, the skelecet slowly exhaled and opened their eyes. In their palm they held a glowing orb of white energy that crackled and fizzled as it lazily rotated. She beamed, showing it to her instructor.
"Good job, Caleigh. Now, can you do what the rest of the class is doing?"
She looked around, seeing that the rest of the students had already transformed their orb into a Fire Orb. Focusing on the one in her hand, Caleigh concentrated on the white globe. It flickered, it grew hotter...
And then returned to its\'s white state. Cal groaned, closing her palm and extinguishing the orb just as the bell rang, signalling the end of class.
"Okay, nice job everyone! Please read 300 pages out of Magics History by Thursday." The instructor called out to the class as they packed up their stuff and made their way out of the large hall. "Caleigh, could I speak to you for a moment?"
Closing her eyes, she exhaled then turned around to face the instructor. "Yeah?"
"You really have to improve, Caleigh. I ha
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[QuakingAspen]

M a r k

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username:
Cry_Like_A_Wolf

name:
Booclah

gender:
Male

gender for breeding:
Male

Unique Skill:
Firefly Attraction

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Attracting fireflies has always been Booclah’s skill. His bright tail flashes in the dark with the movement of his ears. Fireflies often swarm around the warm colored viscet, pulling him this way and that.
Booclah’s favorite activity is running along the east coast on a full moon. Watching the moon rise while the sun sets behind him is so satisfying... especially with a small bottle of figi water by his side having just eaten coffee flavored frozen yogurt. It always seems, with this combination, that his ears twitch perfectly... and even in those silent yet glorious cold nights on the shore, Booclah manages to attract a lightning bug to enjoy the night with him.

”AAAAAAAAAAAAA!”
Booclah jumped with surprise, his ears flattening against his head tightly when a drunken viscet screamed on the beach down the way. This wasn’t unusual, yet startling every time nonetheless.
He dipped his head and looked around, his bright, deep eyes wide and alert. The moon was red, it’s fullness and massiveness somewhat engulfing. It seemed so close to the earth that it would crash into it.. The night was cold. It was, after all, only 60 degrees in the dark... and windy. It was gorgeous, and the water was so cold it could numb your toes in seconds.
“Anyone there?”

Booclah looked up for a moment, watching the stars. “I know some have died here, I don’t mean to worry you.” Flicking his ears, his tail flashed, and sure enough a little lightening bug landed on the viscets nose.
I am here.
Smiling, he looked down his nose. Are you lonely? At least you have a view... eh?

The viscet talked with the firefly, whose name was David for a long while, until the moon was right above them. It didn’t make sense, how this creature had been through so much. And now it was to live for eternity.
Death was inevitable, and once a viscet realized it they would become bright when they passed. Booclah was the only one who understood this.
Others viscets assume the brightness of the old wives tale was the stars... that each pure viscet would turn into one. Booclah knew the falseness of this as every night he spoke with the dead. The fireflies.
It was far too long before Booclah managed to fall asleep. Every time he would try to fall asleep, the buzzing of a firefly would ring in his ears and the creature would want to tell their story. Understandable, really as all they have is themselves. The dead can’t speak to each other.

With a final flick of his ears that read ‘goodnight’ to those around him, Booclah dozed off with lightening bugs covering him like a blanket... killing him into a dreamy sleep.

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Personality
Quieter when alone but loud around
others, somewhat distant

Likes
The beach at night, coffe froyo,
fireflies, memorials of the dead

Dislikes
People who litter on the beach,
guns, fog

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Booclah jerked forward, gasping for air... his lungs were filled with something. Something moving. With a loud cry, some sort of bug began to pour out of his mouth onto the floor... they were all dead. They were lightning bugs.
This couldn’t be happening.
The wind picked up and the black specks began to whirl around him, bringing his body to the ground in fear, but the ground was burning... burning... burning!
Booclah realized it was a dream. And that the fire in his feet wasn’t real... but it felt real. The fear crept into him of if he could die in his dreams.
“Get away!” The viscet cried, the tip of his tail lighting on fire while the bugs clung to the bright light of his appendage. They climbed up it, onto his back and down his legs... and over his chest to his arms. “Please get off of me!”

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“Are you here now? Oh good!
Let me tell you about the
Lights of the Dead!”

The lights of the dead is an
old wives tale.
When a viscet dies, they
either become light or
become darkness. If a viscet
has lived a good life and has
accepted their death, they
will become light. If a ‘cet
has lived a sinful life and has
fought death and cannot accept
it, are dark. If a viscet, once
dead, realizes their mistake
and accepts their fate they
will become light.
However, look at the sky for me.
What do you see? If it’s day out,
don’t look! I’m speaking of the
night. You see stars, yes? And
darkness around them? Good,
good... this is what many
believe to be the light and
the darkness. The very sky
above them.

... but I know the truth.

The lights are the fireflies,
and the darkness is in your
nightmares. They both will
haunt you whether you
realize it or not.

Do, please, stay safe.

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Booclah lunged forward when he woke up to find the lightening bugs that had been on him in his sleep, gone. Everything had been a dream... he hadn’t vomited out the dead.
The viscet had dreams like this every so often. It seemed he would visit hell in his sleep. The damned of the dead, attacking him- engulfing him and making him believe the unbelievable. They were Satan’s devils, trying to get him to fear death again... to make him have their fate.
The skelecet wasn’t going to let them though. He knew the only reason he was so hated by the demons is due to his skill. Hearing the dead’s stories from their own mouth only made him grateful for his own life and his own inevitable death. He went around and told others the stories, and while it wasn’t from the dead themselves he knew the stories better than any other.

Booclah is one of the most tired yet energetic viscets you’ll ever meet. His sleep schedule is completely messy due to his gift and his eyes often dry out... leaving him passed out mid day.
Word count: 799, 99 part of extra
Other extra count: 201

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I am entering another two viscets, however if I win this one I will back out of one of the others! Please alert Shadow Striker if I do win!
Please note I am having to do this all on mobile, so I apologize for the traditional art and if the coding is messed up!
Final note; I have entered into two of your adopts. I love them both- but if you don’t want me winning both and I happen to win the raffle but I have potential to win this- I choose this guy as I’ve developed him more! (I hope they don’t effect each other, but if I have to choose, I will !)

[Rescue2001]

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Mark!!

[Stitch~]

Age: 27 years
Powers: Necromancer & Hell Fire user
Companion: Ghost dog
Kingdom: Tenebrous

Username: xostef202
Name: Erebus
Gender: Male
Gender for breeding: Male

Their Unique Skill:

Erebus sighed as he was prodded in his side. He looked to his right and groaned, another one coming to him for help, was he never aloud to have some peace and quite to himself. He stared at the viscet standing next to the bench he was sitting on, they were a simple brown colored viscet with some darker colored markings and it appeared that they had some type of matching bracelet and necklace made out of a metal. They were not young nor were they that old, most likely around their mid twenties or so, well that is at least what their age looked like at their time of death. The spirit prodded him once again in his side, he was not sure if it was because it knows he can see them or because they are playing around with him thinking he was just another everyday viscet that they could mess with. Erebus cleared his throat and looked at them dead in the face " Excuse me what do you think you are doing? I do not appreciate being prodded in my side, I find it to be very annoying." The spirit froze in the middle of extending its arm out once again to poke him in the side. The spirit looked around, then back at Erebus then down at its self to check that in fact it was still see-through. The spirit reached its hand out again but this time just it just placde its hand on Erebus's arm. Erebus looked at the spirit and shrugged " Yes I can see you and yes I can talk to you and feel everything you do to me." Seeing the spirits face Erebus plowed forward not giving them the chance to say or do anything. " Now before you freak out on me and make a huge scene that everyone will be able to see or hear and that both of us will regret later, I am a necromancer and have the ability to see you and speak to you." The spirit looked at him in disbelief " How is that possible? I thought necromancers were only in fairy tales....."

Erebus rolled his eyes at the spirit “ well sometimes I wish they were only stories, you have no idea how many times a day I am bothered by spirits and their wants and needs. It gets tiring you know, helping them all the time. Then on top of that I am at the beck and call of the prince at all times.” Erebus sighed again “I just had to be chosen” he looked back at the spirit I am sorry for

bringing this down onto you I have just had a long and very busy day.” The spirit just nodded “ hey your speaking to someone who is dead I have lived through the worse day of my life and then died. “ the spirit shrugged “ I think you are a pretty cool necromancer just so you know and thanks for just talking to me, no one knows I am there and it gets lonely so it’s nice to have someone talk to me.” Erebus gave the spirit a tired smile " I should be the one thanking you, I never have anyone to vent to around here" he said sweeping his hand twords the castle that surrounds them. " No one seems to care about what I am going through, everyone especially the king and the other spirits always want something from me and never give anything back in return, so I thank you fo listening." Erebus stopped talking suddenly as a gaurd walked by the pair but unfourtanitly for Erebus he can't see the spirit. The guard gave the Necromance a mixed look of being fearful but also weirded out nad concerned. Erebus groaned again " This is what I also don't like everyone thinks I am crazy and talk to myself."

The spirit laughed " Well if I could show myself I would to help you out but unfortunity I am not able to, sorry but I am more than happy to listen to you vent about your day I enjoy it. I like hearing someone talk to me directly for once instead of talking about me when I am right next to them but they have no idea or when others talk to themselves and it kinda sounds like they are talking to me but really they are not." The spirit shrugged " I suppose this is how life is for me now but it is better than what it was before". Erebus put a solid hand on the spirits shoulder " keep your head up and just keeping trying to connect some day I promise someone will see you and hear you besides me." The spirit nodded and gave a sniff " Thank you sir necromancer" With that the spirit bowed low to Erebus and smiled at him “ If you ever need me just say my name, oh which by the way is Aiden The Ignored Soldier but I prefer just Aiden.” He tipped his hat and disappeared. Erebus hand dropped from what was the spirits shoulder and just shook his head and chuckled “ for once a spirit actually helped him instead of me doing something for them. Guess their is a first for everything”. Erebus got up from his bench and stretch and said to himself " well I guess it is time to get back to work." Then walked off back to the castle.
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[Yugi]

This contest is now officially closed for judging! Please do not edit your forms during this time, else your form will be disqualified.

Good luck to you all, and thank you all for entering!

[Kydashing]

Sorry i forgot it was 8pm not 9pm im a dummy. Well! This was all i was doing, so free gift art for the winner :D

[Knickknacks]

Tfw Viscet comps teach you about your time-management skills (or lack thereof)
Should’ve known better than to try and quick-just-finish-that-art, haha~
Well! Good luck to all, and congrats to whoever wins this guy! ^^”