[9-9-999]

Username - 9-9-999
Name - Kodai Raito
Nick Name - Kodai
Translation - Ancient Light
Gender - Male

About Me
To start off, my name is Kodai Raito, and yes that is only my first name. I would prefer to be called Kodai, however, as it is much easier to remember. In terms of age I suppose you could say that I am 24 and will be 25 on November 3rd. I have many friends, though none are really close as I am often traveling to and fro.
I am called many things. Guide of Souls, Protecter of Fallen, Sky Bearer. While these are flattering, none are true, for what I am is simply a Keeper of the Ancient Light. This job comes with many perks and downfalls, though I prefer to ignore the second. I am often making new friends through this and it is not uncommon for me to discover new places, or even species of insect.

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I am just going to be quickly marking this.

[DogLife.]

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Contents

The Basics
Digging Deeper - History P1
Personality
Digging Deeper - History P2
Likes and Dislikes
Digging Deeper - History P3
Music
The Birdsong
Diary
Cara's Gang
JaceXCara?
Credits

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The Basics

Username: DogLife.
Name: Cara
Name Meaning: It is of Latin, Irish and Gaelic origin, and the meaning of Cara is "beloved; friend".
Gender: Female
Sexuality: Straight
Age: 19 (entered captivity aged 8 and a half, left aged 16, 3 years after had formed her pack, aged 19, (current))
Height: 7ft
Weight: 430 pounds (slightly lighter then average)
Birthday: 15th June
Star Sign: Gemini (The Twins)
Mate: None (If I win her hopefully Jace will be her mate! ^^)
Friends: Liyra, Brayden, Snatch, Neila and Jace
Theme Song: Wings By Birdie

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Digging Deeper
History P1

My earliest memory I have is the day I can out of my egg. It was a warm dusk in the center of summer, heat radiating down from the last rays of the shining sun. I remember the pink sky streaked with orange, strong and beautiful, the hints of violet hinting that the night was young. Like I was. The next thing I remember was a soft face, with the sweetest smile you can think of, and the deepest blue eyes. Eyes so blue you thought you could dive in and bask in the calming waters of her eyes. I remember the soft tip of her tail touching me cheeks, and the smallest tear running down her own. She smiled at me, and let out a peal of laughter that reminds me of tiny bells ringing at a wedding, or of church bells sounding a joyous occasion. Her gaze was so soft, and loving, and even then I felt like I could flow in the warmth of her smile forever.

“Hello, my little Cara. My beloved daughter, my beloved baby girl” she said, the smile clear in her voice. She picked me up and held me close, to her chest, and I could hear the beating of her joyous heart against my soft ear. This moment would forever stay with me.

I grew up like that. Me and my mother, my best friend. We did everything together, she never left me behind. She taught me with never ending patience to stand on two legs, to run, hunt, talk, sing… Singing, she once told me, is the key to your heart, as eyes are the window to your soul. There was never a day where I doubted a single wise word she said. But only one thing bothered me back then. My mum was the only Viscet I ever knew back then. She was the only other one of my own species I ever knew. I didn’t know, and still don’t really, know why she kept us apart from my kind. But I trusted her so much, and I still trust her today. My kind meant nothing to me. Only Ma mattered. I grew up in a utopia, a place that usually only exists in dreams. For me, I lived and breathed a utopia for so long, a land where everything is perfect.

But nothing perfect… Well, perfectness NEVER lasts forever…

I lived in that utopia for 8 and a half years. A paradise that never had an end.But one winters day when the wind was very vicious, and tearing it was ripping away my fur. One winters day when the trees slept deeply under a blanket of frost. Where in that one winters day the snow rose into an endless blizzard, my mother told me to come.Such a simple command... As it was winter all we could scavenge was gone, and all the prey was somewhere warm. Mother would not let us hunt birds either. I now know why, but that another story.

We moved across the frozen land, until I could no longer feel the grass beneath my feet. Only hard stone. Me and Ma stepped down a dip in the stone before she turned to me and said:
"Hush now little Cara. We must be quiet."
"Why Mama?"
"Because the monsters will hear us if we are too loud..."
I panicked, but i knew Ma would never let a monster hurt me, We padded on silent paws half way across the dip in the rock before IT came. It was faster then my mum, or a frightened deer. Swifter then a hawk. Two golden eyes like suns were fixed, unblinking, on me. Low in its belly rumbled a grow; that never changed or paused. Worst of all you could see its last meal, an odd fur-less creature inside the icy cold belly.
"CARA!"
"MAMA!"
"OVER HERE! RUN!"

I dashed to the sound of her voice, and we ran faster and faster and FASTER to the frozen higher stone. The monsters eyes brightened and it shot faster and faster and FASTER, faster then we could go. It flew down the stone ahead of us. There was no where to turn as a golden light flashed as it turned to block our path. My breaths grew tighter and tighter as my mother sought a way free from this. Oh Ma, she tried so hard for me... The monster released one meal, then another from the darker area of its belly. The two legs jumped into our path, one holding a shiny silver stick. Mam was in front of me, snarling like a savage.
"Cara."
"Ma?"
"CARA. RUN!"
She lunged at the one holding the stick. A boom rang out. Ma dropped back, her eyes wide and wild with fear.
"Cara..."
"Ma?!!? MA?!!?"
"Cara... I... love... you..."
The blue eyes closed for the last time and my world died before my eyes.


(Text reads: Have you ever seen a robin weep,
When leaves began to die?
It means he's lost the will to live,
I'm so lonesome I could cry.)

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Personality

Before her mothers 'death' Cara was the sweetest and most naive Viscet you will ever meet. She loved to sing and dance, her world was almost like one of those crazily perfect and slightly annoying musicals. She wanted to make friends with anyone she met. She was an ever smiling softy. Laughter always bubbled at the back of her throat. Her mother showed her how to be the Viscet she was back then. A smile and a laugh made her golden eyes glow and her world shine.However, she did not stay the same forever.

The 'death' of her mother really changed something in Cara. Now she is not the same as she was then. These days she is mousy quiet, and never talks to anyone. T hear her voice when she sings is rare. Cara is often awkward if she does have a conversation with anyone. Sometimes she will laugh, or look at something no one else can see, or even just shed a tear. Cara is getting better. The longer she is out of her captive state (see History P2 and P3 for more), the faster she feels stronger and safer. Now she will talk to others and is prepared to get to know others, but she is shy, and if you want to get to know little Cara better, you have to have patience.

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Digging Deeper
History P2

I awoke with a throbbing head and screaming limbs that protested at my every move. This was not the den. Where was Ma? In a heart beat, in a flash of lightning, I remembered the deep blue eyes I knew so well closing as she left me alone... Ma. Oh Ma... A tear ran down my already damp cheeks. One tear became a flood. I was aware of a voice below me complained about my tears. They didn't bother me. I sobbed harder. My gut wretched. My vision began to swirl again. A blend of darkness, pain, loss and a blue that was Ma's eyes. Her being gone hurt me so much that I blacked out, becoming prey to the nightmares waiting in the wings.

"Is she going to start the water works again?"
"I don't know. Any ideas anyviscet?"
A snort. "I have never met a wimp like this one before"
"Ssshhhhhhhh! I think she is waking up!"
"You shouldn't be so hard on her, I think she just lost her mother."
Another snort. "Your too soft"
"Shut up! She's awake!"
I woke up feeling startled at all these voices around me. Some next to me. Some above. Some below. I sniffed deeply. There were 20 others in here with me. Wherever 'here' was... I opened my eyes and looked to my left. A hostile young Viscet with deep green eyes like pine trees glared steadily at me. I looked to my left into a pair of pitying brown eyes. I closed my own again. I knew where I was. I had become a meal to a monster. And it was taking me somewhere. In a rabbits den. Except above ground with no exit and gaps. Not a burrow.I thought of a name. A trap. A trap made of unbreakable yet thin silver trees. Tired of thinking, I let my mind wonder to nightmare land once more... The last thought in my mind was the fact that these hostile-or-pitying Viscets were the only ones I had ever known... other then Ma...

When I awoke we 21 were locked in a even BIGGER trap then the one before. But at least I could move. Hours that seemed to last forever hung over my head. The other 20 beat at the deadly trees of the trap. Howling and yowling. Causing a hullabaloo. A two leg walked in. The noise ceased. Behind the first two leg was another wearing a pelt of snow, with snake like eyes that darted form Viscet to Viscet. I leaned into the looming shadows as the first two leg plucked Viscets out of the cage, and passed them to the snow two leg. Then the screams began.

The first two leg pinned down the leader of the Viscet pack. The snow two leg pulled stands of patterned metal from a bag, at twisted it tight against the back leg, ignoring the screams. The trap was opened and the Viscet flung inside like the discarded part of an animal. Time after time, Viscet after Viscet was thrown in to the trap. Removed. Ear splitting shrieks that numbed my bones. And then... me. The two leg who had killed my mother grabbed my torso and slammed me into the stone slab. I snarled, wishing to die like my mother. In my own petty way, undefeated. But I didn't die. They wouldn't let me. The snow two leg chose the last piece of metaltwisting it until my leg burnt. I yowled and lashed out. Unlike the others who had tried to break free, I thrust put a back leg and with a satisfying slap my claws found the snow two legs flabby fishy face. Two long red lines slashed down his cheek as I howled in glee. Take that for killing my ma! The other two leg flung me into the wall harder then he had to the others. Slightly shaken I stood to my feet. He slammed shut the door and left us in darkness. I looked at the metal on my leg...

1001-8120

To these two legs... I was nothing but a number...

I found out much later on that my fellow 20 companions were a gang of street Viscets who had got caught in a fight with another gang. The second gang had been swift enough to escape. But not the gang that I now shared a trap - or a cage as I found out later - no, they were stuck with me. The only one who had fought a two leg, and even in a petty way, won. The gang ignored me. I never spoke. I was in that situation for 5 and a half years. And by the time I knew what to do, I was 14. I knew how to escape. The next few months were spent digging. Clawing. Hacking and attacking the floor. The floor that was made of soil. But this was a diversion. Really I was bending, twisting and mangling the bars by the window.

The window so high that only I could reach it...

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Favourites, Likes and Dislikes:

Favorites:

Day of the week: Thursday
Month: May
Food: Cherries
Time: Noon
Animal: Bird
Colour: Sky blue
Season: Spring
Tree: Cherry Blossom
Activity: Reading
Song: Wings by Birdie
Sport: Running
Personal Trait: Sympathetic
Accessory: Bird Feather Necklace. See 'The Bird's Story' for more details.
Gem: Aquamarine

Likes:

Kindness
Her mother
Birds
Music
Empathy
Cherries
Warm days with a breeze
Love
Other Viscets who understand her.
Flying.

Dislikes:

Two Legs
Two Legs dressed in white pelts.
Cages/traps
Unbreakable trees/metal bars
Metal in general
Silver boom sticks/guns
Monsters/Cars
Captivity
Fights
Being Alone

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Digging Deeper
History P3

I stood on the window sill, near the bars that I was using to aid my escape. I had managed to find a way to hook my claws through a crack in the stone, to pull myself up the way ma showed me how to climb trees. To curl my tail around a bar to ensure I would not fall. And to bend a twist and mangle the bars of the window. It took me a year to break those bars. I spent 6 and a half years in a cage, surrounded by Viscets that despised me, and two legs, or men as I had found out, the killers of my mother. Some of the gang went crazy. Others killed one another to the men's delight. I just sat in my corner, sobbing. Hating what men had made us. And even though I had been with those Viscets since I was 8 and a half, after THAT night, I didn't know any of their names. Not one. And when I left, of the 20 only 9 remained...

It was a warm summers night, or dusk, where the sky was bright enough to light my way. From my little window I had watched two legs leave the burrow out of two swinging wooden hides, and go to another area surrounded in unbreakable trees. I had also seen them climb into monsters to escape. I had been plotting and I knew what to do. Out of my window I slid, eyes wide and fearful as I left the cage, and the burrow, for the first time in nearly 7 years. I was 15, scared, beaten, broken. Unloved, lonely, MOTHERLESS. My head screamed as I longed for Ma so much. And that's when I caught it. A sent that should not exist. Not here... Escape plans abandoned, I followed my nose.

I ran past the swinging wooden hides in the front of the burrow, to an outside trap. I gasped as I saw a good 60 or 70 Viscets in there. I even saw the Viscets the two legs had taken from my trap,being shown who was boss by the older ones. Behind me I heard a couple of two legs coming to this cage. Another ran up behind them. I couldn't and still cannot understand two legs' words. Here is what I could understand:
"1001-8120... cage... missing... can't find her..."
"Search team... close gates... cars..."
"Yes sir"
"FIND THAT RAT!"
Okay, so I am not just a number, but then I was a rat. All the two legs ran off after me, but they ran the wrong way. I turned my attention back to the cage and inhaled deeply. Yes... but how...? What's going on? I breathed again. It was true.

I could smell her...

I could smell...

MA!

I screamed out in shock. Another Viscet with deep blue eyes heard my scream. They jerked like they had been kicked by a deer during a hunt. They turned, deep blue eyes gazing deeply into pure Amber ones. I was right.
"MA!"
"Cara!"
"MAMA!"
"CARA my sweet little girl!"
She ran to the bars and we nuzzled each other through the bars. We cried huge tears, and whispered to each other.
"My baby"
"I thought you were... dead"
"No, they just used a sleep dart on me and put me here."
"I'll get you out of there"
"No Cara, you have to go."
"Not without YOU!"
"You have to. When you are in this cage you never get out. Please baby... go..."
"But..."
"You know I love you. But please go. Don't end up here with me. You were born to be as free as a bird, and you haven't been free since I lead you to this place. Please Cara..."
"Oh...Oh...Oh...Kay..."
She pressed her nose to mine as huge tears ran down my cheeks.
"I'll always be with you. Cara. My beloved."
"Good bye... Mama."
"I love you Cara"
"I love you too"

I ran, tears in my eyes. Tears of happiness and sadness rolled into one. Somehow, I was underneath the belly of the monster, I just hung on. They stopped by the city where Ma had been shot not killed. I ran into the forest. I hear the whistle of a wren for the first time in nearly 7 years. Tears still in my eyes, I followed my nose to our den. For a while, I would have to steal from the two legs homes. But for now... I was safe. I was home. And one day, Ma would be here too...




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Music:


Music means lots to Cara, mainly because it ment so much to her mother when she was small. As mentioned in Digging Deeper History P1, her mother once told her that music is the key to anyones heart. Cara makes music anywhere she goes and anytime she wants. But mostly this music is kept inside her mind. When she escaped from captivity - See Digging Deeper P3 for more - she spent a month in the city trying to escape it completely. She had to steal things to live sometimes. Once she stole an IPod, and this linked her forever to the music world. Cara not only loves music, she writes it too! Cara adores to work on lyrics of a song, and choose the beat. She loves the way the beat, the rhythm and the lyrics all tie together to create a perfect melody.

Like us humans/two legs, Cara has musical tastes. She loves to listen to any song that reminds her of a stage, or a feeling, she has experienced. However seeing as 6 and a half years were spent with a 'dead' mother, trapped in a cage and mistreated, most of the music she listens to is sad. Cara has 5 favorite human songs, listed below.

Wings - Birdie
Half The World Away - The Beatles
Somewhere Only We Know - Lily Allen
Towers - Little Mix
Good Enough - Little Mix

These songs she listens to lots and they have helped to shape the new version of her...

To read some of Cara's music click HERE!

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The Birdsong:

It was a bright spring morning, Cara was 17 years old, and still alone. Still haunting the same old den, the same area. The only forest area she knew. It was where she had been born, raised, loved by her mother. Her home. But why don't it feel like home anymore. Cara sighed, she had last seen her mother 9 months ago, alive, not dead as she had guessed. Her mother was alive, and alone as well. Your alone Cara, you will ALWAYS be alone. Only your mother could ever love you, no one else WILL, sang the voice of her nightmares, ringing in her ears. Shaking her head, she jumped to her feet and ran, climbing a tree with difficulty. She sat in the branches, eating the fruit. Someone else HAS to love me, she thought. There HAS to be another Viscet, or animal. Eagles loved Ma, why not me? She closed her eyes, and pictured a story coming to life.

Her mother was on a canyon, standing, looking down at the thin strip of water that was the daemon eyes river. She felt the sand below her paws, golden and bright. Like flames. A dazzling flash of light, to her left. A man in white, a silver stick pointing at her head. Death that would follow. Her mother had begun to run, desperate to get away. This was no sleep dart, it was a bullet. Her mother had looked over her shoulder in fear, seen the bright shadow of an eagle hit the man. Watched the stick become prey for the Demon Eye. The man hit the floor, clothes in tatters. Not dead, but defenceless. Her mother ran, the eagle above her. The eagle had saved her mother's life. The eagle had shown her mother a new path. The eagle was the reason Cara was alive!

And Cara had taken the vow, like her mother had, to never hunt, nor harm a bird that saved lives. All birds were safe from Cara. And Cara had her own story. When she was 6 she had found a baby mockingjay on the floor. Alone, having fallen from it's nest. A little lost girl, a lot like Cara was now. The bird was as blue as the sky with little black and white feathers here and there. Cara had picked her up, and returned her too the nest. The nest that had stood in this tree she was in. Where a blue mockingjay stood. The mockingjay. All this time the mockingjay had been watching over the Viscet who had saved her. A mockingjay Cara then called Plūma.

There was one thing Cara also then turned to do, once Plūma was by her side. Someone DOES care she thought. Her mother had taught her about colours, how each colour show something about someone, or a time in their life. And Cara then decided to apply her knowledge. Over the next 3 months Cara and Plūma travelled around the woods, looking at the world with new eyes. Finding feathers, and carrying them. Collecting certain fruit that could stain the pale feathers. Taking dyes from human villages, returning to the den. Cara used her skills to make a necklace, and each feather represented a part of her life, and a feeling she felt, or a quality she possesses.

Cluster 1
"Team Player"
Red, Orange and Green.

The first cluster of feathers contains a large red feather flanked on each side by an orange and a green feather. The red feather represents kindness, and it is the biggest feather because it is what she has the most of. Cara is one of the kindest Viscets, and she shares that kindness with all who earn it. The dominant feather shows just how much kindness she has to share, and share it she will.

The feather to one side is a bright orange, and orange representing bravery shows that this girl is not just a chicken, shy and lost. She is not scared to stand up, to run to the gun and take the shot, if it means protecting those she loves. The Orange feather shows she is brave, but she doesn't flaunt it!

The last feather in the first cluster is a jade green, and this represents loyalty. When Cara has found love or someone who cares she is loyal to them and will stay by their side. Even if her mate was to dump or leave her, she would still love them.



This first cluster Cara has called the Team Player cluster, because to be a good part of a team you have to be kind, brave and loyal to the said team.


Cluster 2
"Calm and Generous" or "Ma's Cluster"
Blue and Purple.

The next cluster has two feathers on it. Above a bright purple feather glows the blue feather. The blue feather represents her mother's calmness and clarity of mind. It shines in the light, just like her mother's blue eyes as well!

Under the deep blue feather shines a bright purple one, representing generosity. This feather also represents her mother, as she gave everything to Cara and to anyone who needed help.



This cluster is called Calm and Generous as one name, as those are the representation of the feathers. It as also known as Ma's Cluster, as those are qualities her mother had and still has!


Cluster 3
"Ups and Downs of Life"
Pink, Black and Grey.

The first feather in the third cluster is the brightest of the three. This feather is bright pink in the sun and paler in the night. This feather represents love in all its glory. Cara wears this feather as proof of her love for birds, her friends and family. It is one of the brightest feathers she owns.

The next feather is grey or silver depending on the light. But this feather is representing sadness, and heartbreak. Cara has experienced lots of sad times in her life, the death of her mother, captivity ect. So she wears this feather to remind others that she has lived a proper life, because no life is perfect.

The last feather in the cluster is the one Cara hates the most, but she knows she needs. Everyone is scared of something, so the last feather represents fear. Fear of the humans who took her away. Fear of them returning for her. Fear of her friends being hurt. This is her LEAST favourite feather.



The third cluster is called The Ups and Downs of Life, because love is a high of life, and sadness and fear is a low. But for a balanced life, Cara knows that sometimes, you have to face your fears.

Cluster 4
"Happy Times"
Yellow, Navy Blue and Lime Green.

The final cluster of feathers is a very good set. The first feather is yellow and as bright as the sun, representing joy. Since making friends like Plūma the mockingjay and her Viscet friends (see Cara's Gang, or Diary for more) Cara's life has been full of joy, all shown in this feather.

The next feather is also very important to Cara, it is the feather of honesty. This feather shows that she will not lie, but always tell the truth to others. Because by telling a lie, you are making someone look the wrong way, and this is not how to be someone's friend, it is being a looser, in Cara's opinion.

The last feather is the feather of laughter, something Cara believes is really important in life! T o Cara, the only things more important then laughter are love, family and friends. So Cara made a feather that ment and represents laughter, to remind the world that we have to find the good in things!



The final cluster of feathers is called the Happy Times cluster, because if you find joy and laughter, and be honest no matter what has happened, then you really have found yourself a happy time!

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Diary:

Dear Diary,
Oh, I really do not know what I am doing here, when Snatch went to the human area for human spiced meat and came back with a book and a pencil, for me I have to add, I didn't know what to say... Well, my name is Cara. I am a Viscet of 19, and I live with my friends. In a tree house. Yep... Let's see... I am about 7ft tall and weigh about 430 pounds, lighter then average, and smaller for that matter. But I don't care. I am small and light because of men. They put me in a cage when I was 8 and a half years old. It was cramped, so I didn't grow much. And they didn't feed me enough, either. But I am still here... somehow... My mother is being held captive in a cage by some two legs, or humans, and even though she told me to leave her, I am going to get her out one day. My mother's name is Benevolentia, Latin for kindness. And all she is is kind!

My friends are Brayden, Liyra, Snatch, Neila and Jace. Brayden is the one who makes me laugh lots, and he is really protective of us all, just not Jace (I think he is still annoyed about the comments Jace made a couple of months ago), and is a real ladies man. Liyra is my best friend, she is really sweet and shares my love of birds. Liyra can get a bit over the top sometimes, but that's okay. I am used to it. Snatch is a bit food orientated, and has a tendency to steer a conversation to food tastes, but that's fine. Snatch is really funny, and very kind. We often stay in her tree house, which is really lovely! Neila is the hardest to explain as she is a Nephthys, or a spirit guide, and she is the oldest. And she is dead, which used to scare me but after I found out that we both mourn our losses and we are very alike, made me feel closer to her. And then there is the little nuisance Jace. Well, he is older then me but... Jace was born into captivity, I was taken into captivity, and I am the only one he will talk to about those dark times. The ONLY one. But this is my gang, my friends. Oh, and the two birds (Liyra's magpie and Plūma, my mocking jay) Plūma is feather in Latin.

What else are you supposed to write in a diary? What happened today? Oh! Okay. Today was the middle of Autumn and all the leaves set the floor on fire (not literally, and apparently fire is in the magic metal box humans call an oven that makes food warm, according to Snatch). And as usual, Jace decided to have a little fun. He hid in a pile of leaves, buried right under, and when Liyra went past he pounced out onto her! So, me and Snatch come running oven and jump into the leaves, knocking Jace off Liyra whist throwing leaves at one another. Brayden didn't join in, whenever we have fun with Jace he ignores us and vice versa when we are with Brayden... Neila then does her creepy thing of appearing out of thin air and landing on top of us, laughing. It is good when Neila laughs, it means she is in a good mood. And if she is in a good mood when she comes back from guiding, it means there were no "monsters" as she calls them. Later on we all went to the stream to wash off all the dirt, which was nice because I love to swim.

Later on, Snatch took me and Jace hunting whist Liyra stayed at the tree house with Brayden and Neila. We hunted a deer, and caught it, much to Snatch's delight, as it ment there would be spare to get spiced up by two legs, as she put it. Back at camp by the tree house, Neila showed us a quick way to skin a deer and Jace showed us how to fashion a "bag" out of the skin. A "bag" what humans use to carry their belongings. So I can carry all sorts in there! The deer was really nice, although Snatch used her bag to carry half the meat to be spiced up, promising that there would be some for us later. Plūma flew into a tree to know down some acorns that hadn't been taken but squirrels, and we ate them until we were full. I love Plūma so much, my pretty bird!

I spent sometime after that packing up my bag, with my stolen IPod (Jace showed me how to change the music on there until I had a perfect list of music) and all my spare feathers. Oh! I forgot to say, I collect bird feathers and colour them with berry juice or dyes from human camps when Neila finds one. I have 11 around my neck with different meanings, and loads (about 20?) spares. That is my hobby, when I am not swimming or running or knocking Jace of Liyra/Snatch/Neila/Having someone knock Jace off me or having a conversation with Brayden about anything really! Yes, dyeing feathers is my hobby. Each feather I stain or dye has a meaning to me. And that's why this is my hobby.

It was later today that Snatch came home with her bag of spiced up meat, and it was good timing as we were all hungry! The meat was still warm and covered in herbs, it was amazing. I sat with Snatch to talk about heaven, whilst Neila spoke to Liyra and Jace ignored Brayden. After finishing talking to Snatch I spoke to Jace and Brayden, as it is my aim to get them to get along!!! It is going to be really hard, but I an up to the challenge!

Diary are for writing secrets, right? I have three dark deep secrets...
1) I want to know who my father is. I never got the chance to judge him, and I want that chance.
2) In the cage at one point I attacked the other Vicsets as they tried to get me killed
3) I might have a tiny little crush on Jace...



Wait two seconds please!

Cara puts the diary down and looks outside to find Jace. Yikes! He want to know if Cara wants to go swimming with him, Neila, Snatch and Liyra. She says yes, but just give her a second.

Aaaaaaaaeeeeeeeeiiiiiiiii! I am going swimming with Jace, Neila, Snatch and Liyra. Not Brayden. But still. I have to go, I will talk write tomorrow. Maybe...

Cara

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Cara's Gang



Brayden-Pierce
Brayden-Pierce is owned by `Chaos

Brayden and Cara have a very strong relationship. Cara was originally very shy after her escape from captivity. Brayden has very strong opinions on how his fellow Viscets are treated, and he is a real ladies man. Cara was really shy around Brayden for a long time, but a while after they met, she really likes Brayden, and they get on like a house on fire! They are both extremely intelligent, and Brayden is really persistent, so Cara enjoys to have long discussions about anything. But one of Brayden-Pierce's qualities that Cara loves the most is the fact he is a bit of a doofus. He is a silly boy, but Cara finds this side of him really adorable! She loves Brayden so much, he was her first real friend!



Liyra
Liyra is owned by Sabatea

Cara met Liyra only a few weeks after Brayden joined her. Liyra was talking to a magpie. Cara has a deep respect for birds, all birds, and to see another Viscet friends with one of the feathered beauties, it made her really happy! Braden had already begun to draw her out of her shell, so she went over right away to talk to Liyra. She was immediately scared when she saw Liyra was so excitable, but soon calmed down when she saw she ment no harm. With friends like Brayden, who made her laugh, and Liyra, who helped to show her what life could be like if she just trusted others more, Cara really began to change personalities once again, the darkness seeming to leave her alone. Liyra and her magpie are Cara's best friends, they are so close. And Liyra almost reminds Cara of her mother, if she wasn't so excitable all the time!



Snatch
Snatch is owned by Razors

Meeting Snatch, or Marsh as they had to call her to start off with, was a little different to how Cara met Brayden (crashing into his house) or Liyra (actually talking to her). Snatch/Marsh was wondering, looking for someone to trade with. She found Cara, Brayden and Liyra all starving, and they hadn't had meat for days. Marsh has a goal in life, to find a food that has no rival, and the meat she had was for someone else. But the sight of them made her feel sorry, so she offered to share. Cara liked this Viscet at once, even though she was younger. Snatch saved them, and in return Cara began to show her different herbs and plants she could use herself to spice up her meats. Cara told Marsh that she was going to miss her when she left, Marsh had been with them for a couple of months, and she simply replied,
Why would I leave? You guys are my friends. And my name is Snatch, I just don't like others knowing it...
Cara was so happy, and that night Snatch let them share her tree house, and they soon found out how funny, and kind, Snatch really was, even if she was a little food orientated!



Neila
Neila is owned by Razors

Note: Neila is not alive, she is a spirit guide, or a Nephthys, the official title.
Car, Brayden, Snatch, Liyra and her magpie were all alone in the woods, about a month after Snatch said they could call her, Snatch. Neil's was looking for a lost spirit she needed to lead to the afterlife. They ran into one another. Cara spoke to the strange Viscet, and it didn't take them long to suss out that Neil's was a Nephthy, and that they should stay out of her way. This was really sad for Cara, as she was so sure that they could be good friends. Now, Neila should have tried to forget the odd little group of four Viscets and a bird, but they were stuck in her mind. After guiding the lost spirit home, she followed the gang, and protected them from a bear attack with her Chinese hunters zither, though the only boy Brayden was sure he could have beaten it. After that, between guiding spirits home, she stayed by Cara, and Cara nicknamed her The Guardian Angel, and became close to Neila, learning one day about her families death, and knowing what that felt like...



Jace
Jace is owned by Razors

Jace was the one that reminded Cara the most of her captivate life. Snatch had managed to convince Cara, Brayden, Liyra, Liyra's magpie and Plūma that they had to try this food made by a two-leg (Neila was guiding a spirit at the time). On the way they ran into another street pack, and unknowingly Cara steamed to have her own pack, of the same amount of Viscets. It lead to an argument, one gray and white Viscet (Jace) calling them killers, a forest pack of loosers. Brayden didn't take this lightly, he was defending the girls. Neila took this particular moment in time to appear with her Chinese Hunting Zither, making everything more awkward. Cara recognized the pain in Jace's eyes, and called out that she knew the captive pain too. So when Jace's Alpha ordered them to kill the forest pack (Neila was fine, she was already dead) Jace felt he had to say no. He helped the pack to escape, and then had to stay with them. Jace still lives to make a nuisance, but Cara, Brayden, Liyra, Snatch and Neila are working him down. The last thing Cara remembers happening that day was the fluttering of bird wings, the thundering of her heart and Snatch complaining that she had lost her meat!

(I ship these two so badly!)




Plūma

Cara met Plūma a long time ago, when her mum lived with her. She had fallen out of her nest, a fledgling. Cara picked up Plūma and put her back into her nest. She always remembered the little blue mockingjay. When she arrived back at the old den, 7 years later a little bird, a little blue mockingjay... the same mockingjay! Cara named her Plūma, meaning feather in Latin. Cara re-met Plūma, and she became Cara's first friend, non Viscet friend.

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JaceXCara?

(Told from Cara's point of view. Permission from Razors to do this.)

I sat by the lake by moonlight, looking up at the bright stars that made the sky glow. The moon was full, pure and vibrant. My paw made ripples in the flat lake, stirring the dormant fish bellow. It was really late. Plūma was high in the trees, head tucked into her feathered breast, sleeping so peacefully. Up in the tree house, Brayden would be on his back, his paws folded on his chest, lounge locking out in that slightly comical way he has. Neila would be up on the beams in the ceiling, her zither by her side, head on her paws. Liyra would be twitching on her side, Liyra who could never stay still for long. And Snatch would also be on her back, paddling her paws, and murmuring softly about one food or another, so food orientated. Then there was Jace... I couldn't work out where Jace would be. He never slept up in the trees like us. A sigh slipped past my lips, and I flopped onto my stomach in depression. Just thinking of silly Jace, who after hesitating had abandoned his Alpha to save our pack. Jace who made Brayden turn away. Jace, who's name stirred a war in my mind and heart. I sat back up again, preparing to move away from the waters, to hit the hay. Then something, or someone, touched my back and I fell in...

I surfaced sputtering and coughing, knowing just who had pushed me in. I rolled my eyes and shook my head, a bubble of laughter rising in my throat. On the bank of the lake looking at me in the most heart wrenching way were a pair of violet eyes, glowing with humour. Jace reached out a paw and helped me out of the lake, and I managed a small amount of revenge by soaking his fur when I shook. He gave me a lopsided grin and laughed again.
I am sorry Cara, but I couldn't resist! Why are you out here so late anyway, your usually asleep.
Well, before someone pushed me in the lake, I was heading for the tree house, but now I am all set, meaning I have to sleep outside, thanks to someone.
Do I know this someone?
Yes, you know them very well. Jace flashed me another grin and I groaned. You wanted me to sleep outside, didn't you?
You didn't want to miss this beautiful night, Cara. Besides, I wanted to talk to you.
Mmmmmm Hmmmmmmm...
I was talking to Liyra the other day, and she said a couple of things...
What did she say?
Well, first she said you know what all the colours mean. When I... when I was in the human labs, they said "He'll be a charmer, that one. Cause of those violet eyes." What does the colour violet mean, Cara?
Jace gave me another smile, and sat back to listen. He really wants to know, I thought. I touched my violet feather, but that stood for something different. Does he know what it means, I thought. Is this a joke? No. I took a deep breath, and said
The colour violet inspires unconditional and selfless love, devoid of ego, encouraging sensitivity and compassion. Your eyes probably mean lots like you, and you have the advantage that if you like someone... I coughed Sorry. If you like someone, violet is the colour of mystery, and no one will know.
I see... as for the second thing...

I squealed. YOU DID WHAT JACE!!!!
I am sorry! Liyra said you wrote in that book, and dared me to peak... I didn't know what it was! Or that is was private... Cara... Cara?
I was shaking with shame. How much had he read? The first two pages? If he had, he knew my darkest secrets.
Cara... I just wanted to say,the first two "secrets" are not to bad..., Cara I am so sorry...
I know. And you know that...
That...?
Don't be dumb. Number three... I... I like... you, Jace. There, I said it. Are you happy now? Are you satisfied? Tears burnt in my eyes. He was going to hate me now... leave me, broken and embarrassed. But he didn't move.
Yeah, I am happy. He smiled, not lopsided, not a smirk. A genuine smile, not running away... You know how earlier you said that love in violet eyes is hard to read?
Y-y-yeah...?
Look again...

He felt the same as me. OMG, he felt the same as me. I looked into those true violet eyes that showed what he felt, the same as me... no wonder he hadn't left, gone away and left me.
You don't think I am silly, stupid?
Cara, you have never been silly or stupid to me. It takes quite the Viscet to make me leave my alpha, and you did it. From the moment you told me we were alike, I knew to find the truth I had to follow you. I never planned on loving you, but things happen. Cara? Cara, I love you, okay? I love you.
I couldn't speak, I was so moved by what he said. So shocked still. He pulled me closer, and wrapped his tail around mine, a paw on my shoulder, my head in his chest. Jace, and me... as one. We knew each others love, and pain. He held me close, and stayed by my side till the break of day. Me and Jace. Jace and me... As the sun rose in the sky, it three out a passionate golden glow, the light that made me open my eyes. Jace was still next to me, and his eyes were still soft as a mockingjay's feather. He shuffled closer to me and placed a paw on my own. I rested my head on his strong shoulder, breathing in his familiar, safe sent. He touched his nose to mine. I touched my forehead to his.
Jace?
Yes Cara?
Does this mean we are mates?
Jace smiled as bright as the rising Sun. Yes, I think it does mean we are mates.
Good. And one other thing...
You can say anything to me, Cara. I won't be offended.
I love you, Jace.
I love you too, Cara baby.
And he lent forward, smiling softly and my heart melted...

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Credits

Thanks to...
Soul for making Viscets!
Shady for designing this baby!
`Chaos, Sabatea and Razors for letting me use Brayden-Pierce, Liyra, Snatch, Neila and Jace.
Feather art by me
Cara crying by me.
Jace and Cara in the diary entry by Razors
Cara in the History P3 section by SilverSamurai. Proof is here!
Gif by Strudel.

Lyrics throughout taken from Wings by Birdie

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Oh, they are gorgeous. Good luck to everyone trying out and congrats on your new family member Shady!

[Hail.]

Zìyóu

Personality
......Bold
Zìyóu rarely thinks
twice about what he does.
......Patient
Zìyóu never lashes
out and loves to listen.
......Calm
Nothing seemed to
irritate Zìyóu or get under his skin.
......Determined
Zìyóu will never back
down, no matter how big or small
the challenge.
......Free-Spirited
Zìyóu doesn't like to be
held back or kept in one area for
too long. He makes his own rules
and goes his own way.
......Curious
Zìyóu loves to explore
new things and adores discovery.
......Confident
Zìyóu is always smiling
and confident. He doesn't seem
to be daunted by anything.
......Loyal
Zìyóu will never abandon
or betray a close friend and will
follow them to the ends of the Earth.

Username:
......Howlingtothestars
Name:
......Zìyóu
Name Meaning:
......Free
Gender:
......male
Birthday:
......November 3rd?
Age:
......About 23
Mate:
......N/A
Living Family:
......Unknown
Home:
...... N/A
Problems:
......His jaw
...clicks and pops
...when opened.
Fears:
......Falling
......Spiders
......Closed Spaces
Loves:
......Exploring
......Bright Colors
......Moon Rises

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Favorites
Color - Indigo
Symbol - ~
Animal - Fennic Fox
Food - Fruit Salad
Snack - Peaches
Climate - Warm, dry
Location - Niagra Falls
Season - Fall
Song - Ancient Dialogue
__By Patrick J. Burns
Flower - Bird of Paradise
Sound - Windchimes
Game - Red Rover
Material - Silk
Mineral - Peridot
Time - 11:11
Number - 8
Word - Crisp
Toy - A Stuffed Leopard Seal

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About Zìyóu

Zìyóu is a Chinese born Viscet that likes to travel the world and learn new things. He enjoys gentle or powerful music of all kinds, though instrumentals are his favorites. He makes a point of trying to make others happy when they are nearby and often is sought out in times of sadness for his cheerful spirit and easy going attitude.
His exact birthday and age are unknown as he had no one to keep record of it.

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Item Origins

Feathers

Zìyóu earned his feathers
from a village that thrives beside
the forest he had been born in.
After these people had taken him
in, they gave him the necklace
as a sign of respect and honor.
Each feather represents a different
aspect within this beloved Viscet.

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Tag

Zìyóu gained this numbered
tag after a group of men entered
the village and kidnapped him. It
is used to track him on his travels
and to record information about
his species.

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Feather Color Meaning

Back in my homeland, the tribe had meanings for certain colors. When they gave me the feather necklace, they laced it with the colors that they hoped I would grow to represent. It is a goal of mine to successfully earn each feather and honor my home.

Red

This is the feather shown at
the forefront of this necklace.
It stands for honor and
bravery through heart and
soul. Zìyóu earned this
color through surviving on
his own and defending
Teeki against predators larger
than himself.

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Orange

To the left of the red feather
dangles a light orange colored
feather. This represents the
thin line between calamity
and harmony. Zìyóu earned
this feather through his actions
and Attitude on adventures,
always being slightly reckless
while never going too
deep into trouble.

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Green

To the right of the red feather
is a pale greenish-blue
feather. This feather
represents patience. Zìyóu
earned this feather through
his patience and tolerance
to others and trials that
stand before him.

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Cyan

Behind the green feather
and above the purple rests a
shimmering cyan feather.
This one represents hopefulness
in all things. Zìyóu earned this
feather through his optimistic
way of viewing things and his
determination to alway find a
way out of bad situations.

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Purple

Below the cyan feather
dangled a rich purple feather.
This feather represents nobility
and respect. Zìyóu earned this
feather through respecting
those around him, even if they
were strangers, and always
ensuring that others were happy
before he was.

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Pink

Past the purple and cyan
feathers rests a small pink one.
This feather represents a
child-like state of mind full of
imagination and happiness.
Zìyóu earned this feather
through his adventurous heart
and wild imagination.

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Silver

Beside the pink feather
lays a silver feather. This
feather represents humility.
Zìyóu earned it by never
boasting of his
accomplishments and on
occasions giving credit to
someone else to protect
their pride, despite it
being his accomplishment.

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Navy Blue

In the final cluster of
three, a small navy blue
feather dangles beside
the long silver feather.
This represents journeys
and adventure. Zìyóu
earned this feather
through his voyage around
the world, absorbing new
cultures and learning
things he never thought
he didn't know.

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Magenta

On the back of the
necklace, atop a cluster
of three, a magenta
feather waves nobly.
This feather represents
confidence and pride.
While Zìyóu has not
completely earned this
feather, he has
accomplished part of it
by never backing down
from trials and always
having the confidence
to speak his opinion.

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Yellow

Below the magenta
feather, a shimmering
yellow feather sways
merrily. This feather
represents love and
happiness in the future.
Zìyóu has yet to earn
this feather, but hopes
to do so in the near
future.

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Olive Green

The final feather, resting in
the center of the cluster
of three that lays on
the back, is olive green.
This feather represents
loyalty and dignity. Zìyóu
has earned this by never
abandoning or betraying
a friend and always having
enough self-respect and
morals to keep himself
away from bad situations
and things that can cause
him too much harm.

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Companion

Zìyóu's companion is a male Cape Sugarbird named Teeki who he had befriended as a viscling. Teeki is quite small compared to Zìyóu, which makes traveling on the viscets shoulder a breeze. Teeki enjoys eating the nectar from vibrant flowers and picking the bugs off of Zìyóu for some protein.

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History

Wind danced gently through the broad leaves that rested on the thick branches of tress that rose from the ground like giants. Above, the sun glared down, sending brighter rays of light between the gaps in the leaves and painting the forest with a pale green, while below two viscets walked quietly. A male, iridescent green with golden eyes, walked side by side with his mate, a female with a metallic blue coloration and brown eyes. In the females paws, a large white, blue, green, and gold egg rested quietly. She often looked down at it before looking at her mate, her eyes wide with sadness. The two traveled in silence before the male clicked and jogged ahead, sniffing about before gazing at the roots of a tree that had managed to form a miniature cave-like shelter. He nodded sharply and looked at his mate with a stern gaze. She hesitated before slowly walking toward him and gently setting the egg before the roots. She gently pressed her nose against the warm surface and pushed it beneath the roots. The male tossed several fallen leaves atop the roots, covering the holes that revealed the white of the egg. When he was finished, both rose and dashed off, neither looking back at the white egg that lay hidden in the roots.
Three days later, the egg wobbled beneath the arcing roots. The wind had blown the leaves away, revealing the white of the egg that was now stained with cracks. Another wobble resulted in more cracks, and a small piece chipped away, revealing a soft snout that snuffled the air before mewling pathetically. The viscling within struggled and squirmed, pushing and clawing at the egg as it tore through the shell. With a final shove, a fourth of the egg snapped off, taking the viscling with it as the two tumbled out from the roots and onto the leaf stained forest floor. The viscling looked about with wide, golden brown eyes, his blue and green pelt glistening in the green dyed sunlight. He looked around, whimpering and mewing pathetically as he sought for his parents or any source of life and comfort. After several minutes of no replies, the viscling stopped whining and began to stand on wobbling legs. He fell several times, once even rolling over and landing on his back, before he managed to stand firmly. After a moments hesitation, the viscling took his first, wobbling step. Then another. And another. He took each unstable step slowly and cautiously as he marched on toward a location he didn't have in mind. He carried on, wobbling and tumbling constantly, until exhaustion held him to the ground. He panted unevenly and snuffled a few times, catching a sweet scent that made his stomach rumble in longing. With a wimpy grunt, he stood again and wobbled toward it, staggering like a drunken man as he neared the wonderful scent. His heart sank when he gazed up at the pale pink fruit that dangled on the tree branches that seemed to be hundreds of feet above him. The viscling fell back onto his haunches and swung his hind legs before him, gazing up at the fruit that glowed with a sweet scent. He pondered several minutes before rising to his feet and crouching, flicking his tail to and fro in determination. The viscling rushed the tree and leapt at it, clinging to the bark with his small claws as he crashed into it. Slowly, he climbed the tree by planting his claws into the narrow grooves of the bark until he was able to leap onto a branch that bore several delicious fruits. The viscling churred happily and snatched one, biting into the sweet peach and enjoying the fresh fruit.
Two weeks later, the viscling fled from a grey mutt, thin from hunger and slobbering in excitement and hunger as it neared the small creature. The viscling rushed at a tree and leapt up again, slipping and falling as the mutt hit the tree. He hit the mutts back and tumbled off. He shook his head before running toward a batch of flowers. He dove into them and curled up, shaking and panting as he watched the hound sniff about with an injured nose. Several agonizing moments passed before the mutt turned and ran away, believing to have caught the visclings scent again. The viscling released a small breath of relieve and stood once more, looking around curiously. The flowers above him had a sweet scent and butterflies frolicked too and fro from each. He studied them for a moment before his attention was drawn by a soft peeping noise. Curiously, he pawed toward the sound, tilting his head at a small bird with a tail easily four times its length that sat on a the branch of a blueberry bush, cocking its head left and right as it studied him. The bird peeped once more, and the visclings ears flew up as he listened to it. "Helwo?" His words slurred slightly as he had never attempted to speak aloud before. The bird peeped once more and ruffled its feathers. The visclings ears wobbled in curiosity. "Eem Zìyóu. . . . Eey thot of it myself..." The bird dipped it's beak low, glaring at him as if it were accusing him of being dumb. Zìyóu clenched his jaw and glared at it, staring the small bird down. "Aiight lil rugrut!" The bird chirped several times before flying to his shoulder and landing, nestling up and puffing his feathers to make himself comfortable. Zìyóu stared at it in shock before growling and shaking. In response, the bird simply flew up slightly and landed when he stopped. Zìyóu rolled on the ground, snapped at it, ran in circles, leapt into a puddle, climbed halfway up a tree and fell, but the bird refused to leave his shoulder. Finally, he gave up and padded on, hunching over with an angry glare plastered into his face. After a few moments of awkward silence, Zìyóu spoke up. "If your steying, eem callen you Teeki." The bird squawked at him and ruffled his feathers, but eventually calmed down and accepted the name in response for a moving perch.
Five years later, Zìyóu ran through the forest, Teeki flapping rapidly above him as the slightly bigger bird tried to pass his friend. Zìyóu grinned and leaned foreword, running faster and sprinting ahead toward the goal. A sound echoed to him and Zìyóu skid to a stop, his ears flicking up as he gazed at a man with a basket who rose slowly upon sighting of the Viscet. The two stood quietly as Teeki landed on his shoulder. Finally, the man broke the thick tension and reached out toward Zìyóu, who tilted his head down slightly and glared at him. The man paused before continuing to reach out until his hand rested upon Zìyóu's soft head. The man muttered quiet words of admiration as he stepped foreword and stroked Zìyóu's mane and neck. The mans eyes locked onto Zìyóu's and he glided his hand along the viscets neck as he stepped back, muttering to him as he did so. Zìyóu cocked his head and began to follow the man, who slowly led him into a small village filled with quiet people. Teeki's feathers ruffled and he seemed to shrink into himself as he tried to hide from the small crowd that was forming. Mummers drifted about them as Zìyóu cautiously followed the man, before both stopped in the center of the crowd. Zìyóu looked around him in curiosity, his eyes locking onto a small child who was approaching him, holding an odd cord adorned with magnificent feathers. Zìyóu lowered his head to investigate, and raised it quickly when the child slipped the cord over his neck. The necklace slid to his shoulders where Teeki pecked at it slightly to investigate. The child made a happy, giggling noise and Zìyóu's ears flicked up once more. After a moments pause, Zìyóu grinned and crouched, waving his tail playfully. The child laughed and ran, while Zìyóu pranced around them. He paused and looked around at the smiling faces of the village members around him. He smiled happily and gazed back at them and waved his tail, turning sharply when the child fell onto it, clinging while laughing happily. Zìyóu made an odd sound he had never heard before and pranced about with the child clinging to his tail.
Two years later, on Zìyóu's seventh birthday, he awoke to several people chiming happily outside his tent. Zìyóu stood and shook before nudging Teeki, who slept on a small pan that dangled from the ceiling. Teeki churred and shook himself before flying and landing on Zìyóu's shoulder, only to snuggle against him and doze off again. Zìyóu shook his head with a smirk and padded outside to investigate the source of the excitement. When the people saw him, they chanted happily and adorned him with feathers and flowers. Zìyóu smiled and lapped the cheek of a villager who approached him with a fresh peach.
The day was filled with games and happiness as the village celebrated Zìyóu's "found-day", which had become his birthday in their eyes. Zìyóu and Teeki enjoyed the celebration, Teeki especially enjoyed the assorted flowers that were set up for him to eat from. As night neared, Zìyóu laid down beside the small fire with the villagers beside him while some beaded his mane. Peace filled the night with the cheery songs of the villagers, only to be shattered by the roar of engines as several odd cars entered the village. The loud rumbling noise and sudden shouts that shot through the clearing sparked fright into Zìyúo, who stumbled to his feet and bolted, running in a staggered path as the world around him seemed to suddenly transform until he no longer knew where he was. A mosquito bite of pain pinched his side and he felt his mind and movements slow. Things grew darker, sluggish. Colors blurred together and streaked in odd ways. He tripped over his own feet and fell to the ground with a thud as all the colors merged into black.

Light forced itself past his eyelids in a blinding swarm of red light. Zìyóu grunted and shifted his weight, stiff from sleeping in a cramped position. He cracked an eyelid open and squinted past the blinding light at silver bars that blocked his way to the familiar forest of his home. Zìyóu looked side to side at the odd walls that kept him enclosed. He let out a few churring noises, hoping to hear a reply from Teeki, but only got the crunching of boots on dried leaves. He cowered back slightly, tensing as he looked about him. Voices spoke up around him, unfamiliar and excited. They spoke in synchronization before the bars shot up toward the sky. Instantly, Zìyóu bolted out of the small box and toward his home. Odd sounds echoed through the air, the soft sound of crashing waves among them. Instinctively, he sprinted toward the gentle noise, desperate to escape the odd sounds and smells.
He sprinted for what felt like several hours until his paws collided with the soft sand of the beach and the cool blue of the sea water glimmered in his vision. Zìyóu came to a prancing stop and looked around, panting heavily. Teeki flapped over and landed on Zìyóu's shoulder, squeaking and pecking his neck in irritation after having to fly after the Viscet. Zìyóu purred happily and walked toward the water, looking around curiously at the new world around him. A shimmer of metal caught his attention and he turned to face a large boat resting on the shore. Zìyóu's ears pricked up and he jogged to the ship, despite Teeki's chirps of protest. Zìyóu did not hesitate as he neared the boat and leapt atop it, sniffing at the metal wood and plastic that laced the deck. His tail swished when he caught scent of something delicious, and he lowered to the floor, sticking his head under the chair and trying to reach the cookies that rested on the floor, unaware of the ship that was starting and slowly gliding out to sea.
Zìyóu was quite a surprise to the captain, who left his position to investigate the persistent scratching noise on the deck only to find a large blue-green Viscet with his head caught beneath a cooler and a Cape Sugarbird fluttering wildly above it. After a few minutes of tugging and pushing, the Captain decided to simply remove some bolts and lift the cooler. In return, he received several grateful licks from the Viscet, who soon after seemed to realize where he was. Panic sparked inside Zìyóu and he proceeded to sprint about the ships deck while Teeki flapped over him, trying to get a good time to land on the viscets shoulder. The captain eventually calmed the Viscet with a slice of a peach and led him to the front of the boat, where he attached a harness meant for horses onto the beast and hooked him to a chair to keep Zìyóu from jumping or falling over board. There, the Viscet seemed hypnotized by the glorious blue of the ocean and the blazing colors of the sunset that danced on the water. So the three persisted on through the waters to a land that would forever change the way Zìyóu saw the world.

Waves rolled gently onto the shore, breaking into masses of white foam on the way. The ship eased its way to the dock, water parting before it in a graceful manner. On deck, Zíyòu slept soundly, his body curled around Teeki protectively. After the third day of sailing, the captain decided that a harness was no longer needed, and the Viscet was allowed to roam the ship freely. Now, after nearly a month of sailing, the ship finally stopped beside the dock and was tied off.
At first, Zíyòu didn't wake up. Despite the bustle of the crowd nearby and the thunks of the ship gently hitting the dock. What awoke him, however, was the ever so quiet sound of the captains door opening. The viscets head shot up and he stared curiously at the captain, who smiled and waved at the Viscet, speaking something that Zíyòu did not understand. The captain gestured out passed the boat and Zíyòu's gaze followed. His eyes widened and he slowly stood up, awakening Teeki as he did, and walked to the front of the ship, where he rested his paws on the railing and looked out at the crowd below. People where everywhere, wearing every color under the rainbow. Large sun hats bobbed awkwardly below and loud voices muddled together. Within the crowd, a man shoved people aside as he ran toward the ship. The man shouted up and the captain walked over, standing beside Zíyòu and calling out to the man. The two exchanged words for a while before the captain left and began to lower a ramp from the ship to the dock. Zíyòu promptly ran, picked up Teeki, and sprinted to the edge of the ship before leaping off and landing on the dock with a thud. People shouted and turned to stare at him, startled and confused by the appearance of a Viscet. Zíyòu shook and looked around before he spotted an opening. He rushed to it, breaking through the crowd as he pressed on toward the tree line. Finally, he broke free of the mass of bodies and entered the trees, though his pace never slowed. Zíyòu ran on and on for a reason he could not explain and for a time he did not record until he finally had to stop. He slept within the forest that night, on his own with Teeki for the first time in several years.

A few months later, and Zíyòu was far from the coast somewhere in the state of Tennessee. After spending hours upon hours of wandering in aimless directions, exploring this new world, he had gained a new confident air to him, one that caused him to walk upright and to be more open around others. He grew to be more loving to strangers, more forgiving to those that harm him, more patient to those he meets. He strives daily to earn his feathers in hopes that one day he will truly be able to wear them with a proud and respectful air. Teeki remains by his side, and though he may not have the same goals, he's still is supported of his friend and enjoys seeing Zíyòu's face light up at the sight of a new location.

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Zìyóu's Travel Journal

I always like to keep a log of the things I see and viscets I meet on my journeys. Click the image below to take a look at some of the viscets I've met and some of my favorite places!

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Stories
After I exceeded the character limit by roughly 11,000, I needed a place to put the stories. Click on one of the links below to read one!

The Free

A Journey Like No Other

After reading the story The Free, come and read about Zíyòu's family here!

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Q&A

What was your favorite place to travel to and why?

"That's a rather tough decision... But if I were to have to pick one, it would be Niagra Falls. Something about the way the water formed an arc and crashed creating an unworldly mist below fascinates me. That place was one of the most memorable places I've been to, so I would say that's a favorite."

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What is your favorite vicset that you encountered on hour journey?

"I don't like to pick favorites when it comes to things like that, so I'm afraid I'm going to have to skip this question...."

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If you could have one superpower what would it be and why?

"Finally and easy one! Teleportation. With that, I could travel anywhere I wanted in the blink of an eye!"

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What is your favorite movie?

"I haven't seen very many so my opinion most likely isn't valid...but Indiana Jones. I just think that the character is pretty cool, and the things he does are amazing!"

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Have you ever kissed another Viscet?

"Woah, woah, woah! Hold up! Seriously?! That's a bit personal..... But no. No, I haven't."

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Have you ever been in love?

"Seriously what is with these questions now? Yes, I have. With the view of Niagra Falls. That was amazing..."

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Can you draw?

"No. I really can't so please don't ask me to draw you something, since it won't be good...."

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Can you draw me an owl?

"Please read the previous question."

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Do you get scared easily?

"It depends on what it is. For example, if it is something to do with traveling or nature, no. But if it is one of the Internet jumpscare games........that's a different story."

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What if I took your feathers?

"I wouldn't be happy."

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Does that tag on your ankle bother you?

"Not unless I think about it, which now I am so thank you for that."

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If you could choose one place to live, where would it be?

"Somewhere up in the mountains with a view but no drop offs... And a lot of flowers for Teeki."

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What is your favorite human language?

"Japanese. Something about the way it sounds is so beautiful at times..."

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If you could only listen to one song your entire life, what would it be?

"Probably none.... I do love music, but if I could only listen to the same one it would make my life repetitive and rather boring to be honest... Not to mention that it would ruin the song for me."

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What will you do after this questionar?

"Eat dinner. I'm getting pretty hungry."

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How did you like this questionar?

"It was okay..."

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Would you like to take another?

"Right now? Not really... As I said, I'm getting pretty hun-"

Q&A - Senario Responses

Welcome Back!

"Really?.... Alright, fine. Let's get it over with....."

What would you do if Teeki went missing?

"That's fairly easy, I would look for him. If I didn't find him after a day or so, I would set out sweet flowers and wait. Teeki may not look like it, but he's capable of handling himself and getting out of nearly any situation."

What would you do if a Viscet attacked you?

"Avoid as much attacks as possible and try to reason with them. If that doesn't work, then I can take them out with a tail sweep or something and run."

What would you do if there was nothing left to explore?

"There is always something to explore. I will be the first Viscet in space if I need to."

What would you do if you lost a feather?

"Track it down, locate it, and have Teeki help me re-attach it."

What would you do if someone began throwing things at you?

"I would get out. I'm clearly not wanted there so why stay?"

What if you got attacked by a bear or fell in love with a Viscet?

"Those two don't really go togeather.... But if it were a bear I would either be taller than it, if it's a black bear, or curl up and play dead if it's a brown bear. As for the Viscet, I don't think that will happen."

Zíyòu, we have one final question for you... What does family mean to you?

To me, family does not mean the few that are of flesh and blood or that laid you and cared for you since you were a hatchling. Family isn't just a word that should be passed around freely or abreviated for fun. Family is those that care for you, those that you would die for. Family is the group that will be by your through thick and thin, through water and mud. Family is those who have your back, even if they don't agree with you. To me, family is so much more than just bloodlines or a word to be passed around. Family is who I know I can turn to when the world has turned to fire and pain. That's what family means to me.

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Credits

Art
On the dock - Me
Beside Favorites - Me
About Zíyòu - Me
Feather and Tag drawing - Me
11 Individual Feathers - Me
Companion Art - MotherMother
On the Boat - Me
Stories - Me
Between Q&A's - Me
Hugging Teeki - Me
Zíyòu's Family - Me (Note: Where's Teeki? Teeki isn't a fan of crowds, pictures, or Imparis snake, so he decided to take the photo rather than be in it. Good choice, little bird.)


Stories
All by me

[xipe]

Username: Auror
Name: Feath
Name Meaning: Short for feather
Gender: Female
Personality: Wip--

[Lady_Novianti]

Dropping out... mine is nothing compared to some

[captain-mongoose]

reserve. they're perfect.

[ShadowDuskeon]

Username:Shadow Duskeon
Name: Vuela
Name Meaning: Fly
Gender: Female
Personality: WIP

Hi, My name is Vuela, I am 13 years old, and my dream is to fly.
Why you ask? Why would my mami give me a
name that means fly if I can't?
I'm just a ground dwelling mammal,
not a beautiful, weightless, graceful bird.
I've been trying for years to make something that isn't a plane
or machine to be able to fly. I want to fly
freely, like a bird, I want to flap
wings.So far I've been unsuccessful,
but I will be able to do it someday!

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I've always wanted to fly since I was a hatchling, just looking at the
graceful birds, like the parrots, and the macaws, flying around our
little hut where we lived with our master in the rainforest, I'm kinda embarrassed to
admit this but, I am a little ashamed of being only a
ground-dwelling Viscet. I've always wanted to see the canopys of the
trees, and feel the wind in my fur, brushing up against me. It's not
a bad dream, is it? Oh okay now before your start judging me
by saying "Your just a vincet, how will you fly?" Well my
masters are intellgent people, scientists, as a matter of fact,
studying the animals around here, including the birds.
I listen to them talk about the mechanics that allow
birds to fly!

{{{ ANIMATION BY ME}}}

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Research credits
"How Birds Fly: An In-Depth North Lesson"
Art Credits