*Shiveren* wrote:Username;;Name;;CecilGender;;MaleStory;;Nothing moved. No one breathed. The only noise was the ticking of the clock. Time seemed to trickle on like a small stream, continuous, yet slow. Cecil sighed. It has already been three hours. The white walls of the sanitary hospital created a haze in his mind. Worry pulsed throughout his body. Maybe Claudia would never come out. His thoughts turned to a happier past, a time without hospitals, medicines, and surgeries. A time when they were free. When the sun shone over their giant oak tree, promising a bright future. All this didn't couldn't change in a day. Or so he thought.
Nothing could have prepared him for that fateful day. The day when they knew his dear friend Claudia was ill. It took months for them to realize that this was no common cold, and months later to pinpoint the problem. Cecil learned all this at the little girl's bedside as he shared his company, letting Claudia push her cold hand into his warm, plush pelt. The young human girl smiled, her beauty as radiant as the sun. The Viscet smiled back before getting up and comically staggering across the room. Claudia laughed a laugh like ringing bells, bringing delight to all around her. She reached over, grabbed a part of his mane, and began to braid. Taking her hair tie, she secured it tightly. Happiness bounced around the room, so vivid you could almost see it. With a nod of his head and a wave of his tail, Cecil said goodbye to his playmate of many years. Reaching up, he felt the strong, sturdy braid beneath is paws. He stood there, savouring it's emotional sweetness. He glanced back, his last sight the brilliant smile of the young girl, then the door shut.
A few days later, the girl's parents walked into her bedroom where Cecil slept and began to cry into his fur. They slowly slipped a collar around his neck and led him outside. The Viscet stood, in shock at the turn in events. There, waiting in the yard, was a small boy no older than six. He was led up by his parents, who were clutching him tightly. Shaking, the young man held up a hand and reached forward, groping for a handhold. Without waiting, Cecil stuck his head forward, under the small boys hand. The Viscet didn't understand why this boy needed so much assistance. Above him, he heard many words, like "Autistic" and "Blind", which meant nothing to him. Disturbed he looked up at his former caregivers, who were nodding sadly at him. He understood. He had a new child now. He licked the kid on the cheek. Surprised, the six year old jumped, then laughed happily. This was a new beginning.
As time went on, memories faded. Time sung it's song and continued forward. One memory he could never forget is the little girl's radiant smile as the door slowly clicked shut.By Zoecatz1
ASDFGHGJKL im so mad I didn't want this
anyway
here have a /lovely/ viscet based from roughly yato!kamui
anyway
here have a /lovely/ viscet based from roughly yato!kamui
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Hair/minor mane edit // uncommon
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Here's the ref without the scarf thing
Prettying up is fine, no extras, up to one art piece is allowed.
Ends in a week- December 16th
Prettying up is fine, no extras, up to one art piece is allowed.
Ends in a week- December 16th