Viscet Name: Falla
Viscet Gender: Female
4 Words that describe this Viscet: Playful, mischievous, bubbly, sincere.
About Falla:
She grew up without any siblings, and she was definitely a spoiled viscet. Everyone in her family always adored her and doted on her for her gorgeous pelt. Her father would always take her everywhere with him, so of course she was a major daddy's girl. She's all grown up now, but she still loves to play around with other viscets, especially children. She absolutely loves to tease others and play little pranks on other viscets. She's almost never in a bad mood, and if she is she just shakes it off. She is very tender hearted though, and can be hurt rather easily.
She was given the name Falla, which means flaw in Spanish, to remind herself that she's not perfect or better than anyone else. But that it's ok to not be perfect. Honestly, she's happy to be who she is and the way she is. She absolutely loves her life and her name.
Bio:
Loves: Her parents, children, orchids, birds, storytelling, whistling, waterfalls, heights, cold rain, crickets, katydids, and most especially life in general.
Dislikes: Fruit, snarky comments, negative attitudes, mud, loud noises, lightning, unexplained noises in the dark, dark patches of area, red lights, and 'the glass is half empty' type of people, hurting other's feelings.
Ambitions: She is a simple viscet with simple dreams. All she wants is to live life to the fullest. She wants to find a mate to spend the rest of her life with. She wants to have many children and watch their children and their children's children grow and prosper. She wants to experience the love of a mate and the love of children. She wants to grow old beside her mate and look back upon her life to find she wouldn't change a thing.
Fears: Never finding the right mate, dying young, making mistakes that she'll hugely regret later, thunderstorms, the dark.
Misc.
Viscet Gender: Female
4 Words that describe this Viscet: Playful, mischievous, bubbly, sincere.
About Falla:
She grew up without any siblings, and she was definitely a spoiled viscet. Everyone in her family always adored her and doted on her for her gorgeous pelt. Her father would always take her everywhere with him, so of course she was a major daddy's girl. She's all grown up now, but she still loves to play around with other viscets, especially children. She absolutely loves to tease others and play little pranks on other viscets. She's almost never in a bad mood, and if she is she just shakes it off. She is very tender hearted though, and can be hurt rather easily.
She was given the name Falla, which means flaw in Spanish, to remind herself that she's not perfect or better than anyone else. But that it's ok to not be perfect. Honestly, she's happy to be who she is and the way she is. She absolutely loves her life and her name.
Bio:
Loves: Her parents, children, orchids, birds, storytelling, whistling, waterfalls, heights, cold rain, crickets, katydids, and most especially life in general.
Dislikes: Fruit, snarky comments, negative attitudes, mud, loud noises, lightning, unexplained noises in the dark, dark patches of area, red lights, and 'the glass is half empty' type of people, hurting other's feelings.
Ambitions: She is a simple viscet with simple dreams. All she wants is to live life to the fullest. She wants to find a mate to spend the rest of her life with. She wants to have many children and watch their children and their children's children grow and prosper. She wants to experience the love of a mate and the love of children. She wants to grow old beside her mate and look back upon her life to find she wouldn't change a thing.
Fears: Never finding the right mate, dying young, making mistakes that she'll hugely regret later, thunderstorms, the dark.
Misc.
"So, where do you see yourself in a few years?" Falla's mother asked her as they relaxed into the tall grass. Falla breathed the smells of the summer air before answering her mother "In truth, I'm not sure." she managed to say. She was silent and so was her mother for a short time before she spoke again "I suppose with children of my own." she remarked. Her mother sat up quickly, looking offended "Didn't I teach you better than that?" Falla looked back to her mother oddly, her head tilted just slightly "Er... what's wrong with having kids? You had one." her mother raised a brow as she looked her over, and then cracked a grin "Well, you have to choose a male first. You didn't mention a mate, just children." Falla rolled her eyes at her goofy mother and breathed a light sigh "I suppose it's easier to imagine children then it is a mate. I mean, I know I'll find one, I just..." she sighed again "I don't know what he would look like or be like. In truth, I'm a little bit afraid." her mother lightly nuzzled her neck "Whoever he is, he'll be as bright and beautiful as you are. Probably on the outside, but also on the inside." she paused a moment before continuing "I know you'll make the right choice, when the time comes." Falla relaxed back into the grass and sighed again, but contentedly "I love you mom." she said quietly "It's no wonder I have so much hope. You gave it to me."
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Falla's heartbeat was in her throat, and she could feel sweat dripping down her brow in anticipation 'Please, just a little longer.' she thought to herself, she pleaded with herself. Her muscles bunched up in anticipation as the shadow grew closer. She was barely able to hang onto the thin branch she was perched on, and she just knew she would fall any moment. The idea scared her as she watch the shadow looming in anticipation. Just when her muscles were about to give out, the shadow had moved forward, and in it's place was a viscet that looked quite a bit like her, pattern wise. She grinned as she released the leaves full of berry juice from her jaw. They landed squarely on her target's head. "Success-oh-ahh!" she lost her footing as her claws loosened from the branch, and she came crashing down onto the male viscet's head "Falla!" he practically yelled as they rolled. When they stopped, she was on the viscet's chest, which was rising and falling in quick succession "Look what you've done to my pelt!" his pelt was white as snow, with her pattern on it. Aside from his head, which was stained purple now from the juice. She snickered some as she looked to him "Your head papa! It's perfect!" the male growled playfully "I have no clue why you feel the need to prank everyone so thoroughly." he scrunched up his nose "But I know... you are going to regret it." he tumbled her onto her side, and began rubbing the top of his stained head on her white chest mane "Stop it papa! Stop dad, please!" she squeaked, but it was obvious she was having fun, even though her mane was getting stained. She managed to get out from under him and start running off. The remainder of the day was spent chasing each other around, until it was nightfall and they had made it back to their den. Now, how Falla's mother reacted to this all, that is a whole other tale.
Haiku:
1.
No love more pure than
A father's love for his daughter
A child loved gives love
2.
The crashing noises
The flashing, crashing lit sky
A young babe hides swiftly
3.
The greatest of hope
Purest ambitions and dreams
A heart full of love
4.
This beautiful girl
She searches for loving arms
Will it be Strudel's?
Art:
Art by me.
Art by me.
