[Dragonets-of-destiny]

Marky, may enter

[LOCW_Bluestarwarrior]

Username - LOCW_Bluestarwarrior
Name - Ren
Gender - Male
Let's get writing! c:

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Username - CatsLeavePawPrints<3
Name - Raju {Meaning Fierce in Finnish}
Gender - Male

Please note that all other characters in this story/art are not real Viscets! Their personalities, names, and/or designs are made up for the purpose of this.
Please don't steal this story/idea!
Also, I'm so sorry this is so long! ;A; I reduced the amount of detail because I didn't want this to be remarkably long to read!
The art is the 2 x's placed beside the paragraphs/phrases they're based off.

text text Raju was born on a sunny spring day, in a large clearing with a small pond surrounded by a dense forest. Unlike his sibling, he was much smaller than his brother. Some would go as far to call him tiny, even. His mother was kind, but could be a bit hot-headed, not unlike his brother. The apple doesn't fall far from the tree, does it?
text textBeing small compared to the others, his mother named him Raju, meaning "fierce". She believed that although he was small, he would grow to be fierce and honourable; fighting for what he believed.

She was right, but not in the way she planned.

text textRaju and his brother, now named Azkar, continued to grow over the next few months. In that time, Raju was repeatedly assaulted by his brother. He was constantly called "Tiny". He was pushed. Shoved. Mocked. He was the last to eat, the one whom no one listened to, he wasn't even called by his own name. To his brother and the other young Viscets, he was known as "Tiny". His own name became a negative connotation. There was nothing 'fierce' about him, he was weak. He was vulnerable.

He was tiny.

text textThe next few months were the same. And the months after that. It was constant, an around the clock schedule of put downs. And he had had enough. He was done. He couldn't take it anymore. So, he left.
Of course, no one knew he did before that morning. He heard his mother's cries from the other side of the forest. His mind was chanting, screaming from inside his head. Go back, You should head back. Turn around. Go back to your family. Head back.

He didn't go back. x

text textRaju learned to survive, with what he had. He was by himself, after all. He needed to learn or he would die. It was how things worked. There's no room for mistakes, no room for calculation. You have to be strong, you have to be big, you have to look menacing, you have to be fierce. He had none of those traits. But he made it work.

text textWhen he wasn't hunting, he was training. Running, fighting, anything to grow bigger. He would purposely seek out small packs, just because he knew they'd be territorial and try to fight him. He earned his first scars that way, fighting a larger female. She'd almost ripped his ear off, and gave him a nasty scar on his neck. Despite being beaten, he was proud of those scars. He thought that maybe he could go back to his family, just to show his brother that he wasn't weak. Someday he'd go back. Someday.
text textHe met a couple other lone Viscets throughout the months he was surviving. He wouldn't call it living, more so surviving. They'd exchange a few words, introductions, sometimes. He always hesitated when they asked his name, but every single time he said Raju. Before, he would've given anything to change his name; It was a constant reminder of how fierce he wasn't. But he kept it. It was the only tie to his mother and family he had left. The other Viscets had been nice enough, hunting with him and sometimes even sleeping with him for protection. But he always left before the morning.
text textHe met a girl, once, who went by the name of Jayde. She said she had left her pack to get away. Said pack life was too suffocating for her. She had seemed pretty interested in his scars and getting to know him, she even offered to spend the next couple days with him. For "Protection", she claimed. Raju agreed, it would be nice to spend a couple days with another Viscet. It got kind of lonely, being alone all the time.

text textThey spent the next two days telling each other stories, having sparring matches, and hunting when necessary. She even helped make him some armour, as well. She said she thought it'd look 'cute' on him. He disagreed, but once he tried on the tail armour they had made, he was actually quite impressed. Jayde really wasn't half bad. She could make armour quite well, and definitely held up her own while sparring. She even gave him a scar along his tail. Accidentally, of course. Raju thought it was kind of funny, the way she sputtered apologies afterwards. He dared say cute, even. However, on the third day, Raju had doubts about staying with her. Not that he wouldn't like to, but he was mission oriented, and she was not. He didn't want her to get hurt when he found his brother. He intended to get his revenge, to give his brother a taste of everything he had put him through.
He left Jayde that night, sneaking away with nothing but the tail armour she had made him.

And for the second time in his life, he did not turn back.

text textAbout a year later, he was finally ready. He'd fought, sparred, trained, in preparation for this day. He'd even added to Jayde's tail armour, making matching leg and head pieces. They weren't as good as hers, of course, but they worked nonetheless. He spent the next week looking for his brother, but he eventually found him. Azkar was travelling with his mate, a female named Kylie. Raju remembered her from childhood; she too had teased him. Even in adulthood, Azkar was bigger than him. But Raju was there to prove that size didn't mean everything. He was there to prove his brother wrong.

And that he did.

text textAzkar was sorry for what he did, trying to talk Raju out of the fight. Azkar told Raju about what had happened after he left. He said their mother was devastated, so much so that she stopped eating. He said that he had to take care of her. She wouldn't eat for days on end, having only a few small meals throughout the course of a week. Azkar said that eventually he couldn't do it, he couldn't take care of her anymore, and he left. She supposedly died days later. Azkar clearly didn't want to fight his brother, and did everything he could to stop him. But Raju was determined to get back at Azkar for those torturous months.

text textThe fight lasted for a long while. Kylie was clearly worried for her mate, staying by the sidelines and whimpering at times. Azkar was clearly the favourable win, being larger than Raju. But Raju wasn't giving up so easily. With future scars already painting Raju's face and tail, it seemed clear that Azkar was only fighting to protect Kylie. Not that Raju would hurt her; his brother was his real target.
Raju eventually pinned him down, his piercing gaze set on his brother. Kylie screamed, begging him not to hurt him. His brother looked up at him with pleading eyes, his face and body splattered with scars and wounds. Raju's head was spinning; he couldn't breathe. He wouldn't kill him. He couldn't. Sure, he fought others, but he wasn't a killer. He stepped off his brother, giving Kylie an apologetic look before running off. Once again, he did not turn back. He couldn't face to see his brother bettered and beaten with wounds he gave.
text textHe ran, to the place he was born. The large clearing and surrounding forest were all too familiar. He stayed there for a while, laying in front of the small pond, lost in his memories, when a tail brushed his shoulder. A familiar face appeared, a smile plastered on the Viscet's face. It was Jayde, who's eyes asked why he had left and how he got his wounds. He didn't answer the unspoken question. A minute passed, before she lay down beside him, murmuring about how he kept the armour, and critiquing his own armour work. She joked about how she'd have to fix it up later.
text textThey fell into a comfortable silence as they lay there, the rustling leaves of the trees the only sound. They eventually fell asleep that way, giving Raju's wounds a chance to repair. Hours passed before he woke up, to find Jayde still beside him, fast asleep. The moon was out by then, high in the sky, signifying it was about midnight. His gaze looked towards the forest, before resting back on Jayde. It would be easy to leave. Easy to sneak away, and even easier to never turn back. But he was tired of running.

And for the first time in his life, he stayed. x

I felt like I needed to add a nice little ending there and a romance aspect, because I felt so bad for him while writing this. Poor baby ;n;

[Lady_Novianti]

I have NEVER won a Viscet... Hope it changes ;n;
Username - Veni Vidi Cepi
Name - Machitís
Gender - Male
Let's get writing! c:
Machitís ran through the trees, vines and thorns digging into his pelt. He held back screams of pain. The last thing he wanted was to be found. Machitís forced himself faster, over logs, under fallen trees, through puddles. The trackers will be catching up... I need to make it back and warn the others. The scary though came back. He was just on patrol when a gang of Viscets jumped him. He had dashed for the trees, and ran. He didn't know how far he had traveled, but he came upon plains. He ran faster than ever before, forcing himself to ignore the pain. The plains was a great place to gain distance. He was about 20 lengths ahead when he heard them crash through the trees. He tried to force himself to run faster, but he couldn't. He was at top speed. He zig-zagged across the plains, slowly gaining more land. He saw camp, and screeched. A few of the Viscets that where outside turned to look what was wrong. They saw Machitís. He was bruised, beat up, and being chased. They raced to meet him, and stood their ground against the chasers as Machitís ran past them. He tumbled into camp, half dead. A few others in camp noticed the intruders, and raced away to help defend, while the others helped Machitís to the medic.
A sign could be heard on the wind. Nothing like what was expected. The storm clouds gathered. A funnel touched to the ground, and plains grass shot up everywhere. Screams of trees not wanting to let go, howls of the grass being whipped from the soft land. Machitís jumped from the medic den. He was the only one up. He let out an ear piercing screech. One by one other Viscets gathered, and slowly each and every one of them noticed the funnel nearing. Mothers raced to the trees with young and eggs, and the rest soon followed. Machitís lead the group. He raced ahead, slowly turning the whole group left. He knew the funnel would come straight, so why would they continue that way? He swiveled around, causing the whole group to stop. "Look, we have to go left. The funnel will continue straight, no doubt. Do you want to live?" All the heads nodded. "Then follow me. No matter what!" He raced out of the woods and ran along the tree line west. He heard the others screeching, saying they where going to die. He ignored them and pushed on. For hours they ran, faster along the treeline. The funnel was far behind them. "Why are we still running?" A Viscet asked. Others agreed. "We can't go back... It will be destroyed.. There is no more home." He said, chocking back tears.
They ran for days and nights, in and out of the woods. Finally Machitís made a fatal mistake. Instead of going around a nearby volcano, he went straight through the lava field. Many where lost. They took a break on the other side, and he started to fashion plates out of the hard obsidian, one piece for every Viscet lost. He put the finished plates on, and they fit almost perfectly. They continued on, only stopping to eat and rest. The next resting place was a dry canyon, and they found plenty on tasty treats. They feasted for the first time in their life.
They came upon a field identical to the one they used to live in. Machitís decided this was their new home. A young Viscet came up to him. "Why did we run oh Great Runner." He was drawn by the fact she had called him Oh Great Runner, but answered.

We where running from the flames of the past, the flames of our once dead ancestors. And most importantly, our lies.

Veni
Vidi
Cucurrit

[dragonscales10]

*Announcer Voice*
*Joker*
*Selenia Falcon*

Hello Viscets and Vislings! Welcome to the Interview with the Joker! Tonight, we have a special guest! Meet... SELENIA FALCON!!!
*Grunts in greeting*

WIP, don't steal my interview idea

[_Alex_]

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Username - _Alex_
Name - Malyutka
{means 'little one' in russian}
Gender - Female
Let's get writing!

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our story starts with an egg. a single lonely egg that sits alone in a shallow cave deep within the unexplored forests of north america. it's a simple egg. white with dark grey and blood red spots. almost entirely camouflaged against the dark rough stone of the cave. it, like all other eggs, had two parents once. but this egg, unlike most, is now an orphan. four hours ago, a group of poachers wandered into the forest, with hunting dogs on their heels and riffles on their backs. three hours ago, they found the first sign of their prey. deep gouges left in a tree by a viscets claws. two hour ago, they located their prey. a small pack of dull colored viscet's, ruled by an alpha male and his mate. one hour and fifteen minutes ago, they began their massacre, releasing their dogs and firing off their guns. one hour and fourteen minutes ago, the first of the pack died. one hour and ten minutes ago, the eggs father took his last breath, blood flowing freely from his may wounds. one hour and two minutes ago, the first poacher began to skin the first viscet, a beautiful female with a blood red coat; the eggs mother. ten minutes ago, the leading poacher pulled the last hide off of the last viscet. eight minutes ago, they began rolling up their new prizes and calling their dogs. two minutes ago, the leader took one last look around and caught sight of the cave. one minute ago, the leader decided the cave was insignificant and ordered his men to move out. now, the egg sits alone. abandoned. orphaned. its parents dead and its pack extinct. it shouldn't last a week longer.

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it has been five days since the attack and still the egg lives on. beneath its fragile shell, the unborn viscling rests unmoving, unaware that fate is working against it.

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one week and three days has passed since the attack. the egg is still alive. beneath its shell, the viscling squirms. the egg is getting too small. too confining. but it's not time to break free yet.

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the attack took place one week and five days ago. then, it was a warm day. the weather pleasant and breezy. now though, it's cold. too cold for this time of year. instead of sun and warmth everything is dark and chilly. wind howls through the trees fast and sharp, bringing the slightest hint of frost with it. inside its cave, the egg shivers, longing for the warmth its mother is not there to provide. inside, the viscling struggles more and more with each passing moment. if it can just get free...maybe then it can find some warmth. if not, at least the movement helps too keep the cold from seeping too deeply into each limb. five... ten... fifteen... thirty... sixty... two hours pass before finally, the hatchlings claws catch on the fragile egg membrane. from there all it takes is five kicks and the baby is rolling out onto the cave floor, mane and fur wet with fluids from within the egg. she, for the viscling is female, lets out what could only be considered a chirp as she looks around the cave. searching for her mother. the mother that is now a fur coat living on the back of a human. instinctively thrown by the emptiness of the cave, she struggles to her feet, movements shaky and uncoordinated. steps unsteady and muscles shivering in the cold, she slinks around the small cave, searching for her mother. her father. anyone. when she finds now one, she collapses in a heap, head hidden beneath her tail. just hours old and already she's all alone.

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two days pass before the biting chill of the cold front is replaced with the gentle warmth of spring. it is then that the viscling wanders out of her cave. only this time, her legs are shaking not from lack of use, but rather from lack of strength. in all of her life out of the egg, she has yet to eat a single morsel of food beyond the two grasshoppers who had dared to enter the cave. it is a wonder she is still alive. even if there is a constant water drip in one small corner of the cave. many lesser viscets would have already perished. when she steps out of the cave, she blinded by the bright light of the sun shining into the clearing outside the cave. for close to two minutes, she stands there, letting her eyes adjust to seeing such bright lights for the first time in her existence. and then, when she finally takes a look around, she nearly falls over in fear. around her are the mangled corpses of what should have been her pack. even having never seen a living member of her kind before, she knows deep inside her that this was her family. and that now they are dead. never to return again. so with tears in her eyes, she pushes forward. her brain keeps reminding her of one simple fact. she must find food if she wishes to survive. so she pushes into the forest, sniffing the air as she does her best to hunt. it takes two hours, but eventually, her first catch, her first kill, is a small snake no bigger than a foot in length. it's not much. but it will do for now. she with an eagerness she has never felt before, she digs into her prey, eating it all. bones and scales included. belly full and warm, she trudges back to her cave, avoiding the corpses around her. she needs to find a new home. but first, she needs to sleep.

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two weeks pass before she finally makes the decision to find a new home. by now, the corpses of the murdered viscets have been picked clean by scavengers, and the bones are slowly starting to whiten in the sun. although she has grown, she is still small. still several inches shorter and smaller than what she should be. but she's lucky to be alive. she has been forging for herself, surviving on nuts and berries and the odd small rodent or lizard. burning almost as many calories as she consumes in the hunt for food. she lacks all but the thinnest layer of fat, and her tuft is hopelessly tangled. but she must move on. at night, she can hear the cougars and wolves moving ever closer to the cave. they know that the predators that once claimed this piece of land are now dead and the land is free for the taking. if she doesn't move now, she will be eaten soon. so, for one final time, she steps out of the cave she was hatched in and into the bright light. taking one last somber look at the skeletons around her, she trudges into the forest, heading east towards a river she knows lies not to far away. it takes her a good two hours to reach the river, having stopped at various points along the way to scarf down berries or rest in the shade of a tree. beneath her tiny paws, the riverbank is slick and muddy. at three separate points, she nearly slides into the river. and at five separate points, she nearly lies down and just gives up. but some way, some how, she makes it. it took her four hours worth of travel, but she has finally found a place at which to cross the river. a rotting and hollow log that lies precariously diagonally across the river. it's not ideal, but it's all that she has. moving as fast as her sore paws allow her to, she darts across the log and onto the other side of the river. from there, she takes a long drink of water before setting off into the forest once more. she is not done traveling.

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it is five days after crossing the log that she has her first encounter with another viscet. when she climbs over a particularly large log, she comes face to face with another pair of eyes. it is a male, with dark green fur and silver spots. unlike her, he is nearly six months old and in perfect health. he has been raised with a pack she has not. both share one common trait however, they are both alphas in their own right. she does not know this. has no clue what it means. but he does. he knows full well just what being an alpha means. and he knows that any alpha in his territory deserves to be eliminated. he makes what could only be described as a growl, low and deep in his throat, and she freezes, eyes wide with terror. he steps back, just far enough so that he can attack her properly and...she springs forward. instantly at a dead run as she darts beneath his underbelly. she's fast, but not fast enough. she screams as his claws catch on the last quarter of her tail. but she keeps running. running until her legs are dead and her vision is black around the edges. running until she collapses quite literally. he does not follow. tail still sluggishly bleeding. eyes unfocused, she brings her tail up and stares at it. the cut is deep enough she knows it will scar. before she can lick it clean though, she blacks out from over exertion.

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it takes three months for her tail to heal fully. and in that time, she has already gained two other scars. one from a small panther cub that decided her paw looked like good prey. and another from a stray domestic cat that had wandered too far into the woods. that one, three uneven slashes across her muzzle, had hurt as much as her tail. now four months old, she is bigger than every before. even then, she is small for her age. her fur is rough and matted and her claws trimmed only on the bark of a tree. she lacks any substantial fat on her body. the majority of her light body weight consisting of either lean muscle or bone. she's growing though. slowly. she has learned to avoid other viscets larger than her and is now an adept hunter. foxes have quickly become her favorite meal. she has found herself a small piece of land to call her own. on the outside of a small ranch filled with cattle. she is still too young to take on a calf. she can't even stand on two legs yet. but someday she will be. and until then, she will simply stare at the cattle in longing.

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her first true fight with another viscet is one she nearly loses. it comes five months after she has settled into her territory. when she is nearly a year old. she is larger now, nearly half her adult size. by now, she has mastered the art of balancing on two legs and has long abandoned the four legged walk she once favored. her territory is neatly claimed by deep gouges left into the tallest and most prominent of trees. the message is clear. stay away and stay out. or else. she unlike others of her kind knows no pack. she does not know her peoples customs. their languages. does not know anything but the loneliness that fills her day to day life. and she wants to keep it that way. sadly though, it is not to be. it is a cool spring day when the invader wanders in. a year older than she herself, he is covered in vibrant blue fur and sports a pair of twisting black horns. he is fully grown and then some. standing at eight foot three and nearly thirteen feet long. and just like her, he is an alpha. this time, it is he who stumbles upon her. head in the stomach cavity of a calf, she is feasting upon her latest kill when he enters her clearing. lured in by the scent of blood. she raises her blood soaked head and meets his eyes. almost immediately she knows this is a fight she cannot win. but it is one she will try to win. for several minutes, they stand there staring at each other. she over her kill and he just inside the clearing, making several sounds that remind her only of a fight. there is no grand gesture to start the fight. but with no warning, he lunges forward towards her. she hisses, and jumps out of the way, claws coming to rake down his side even as he turns and sinks his teeth into the top of her thigh. she screams and struggles to get free, tail flailing. he lets go and she limps back a few feet, mind fuzzy with pain. he gives her no time to catch her breath. in two quick moves, he lunges forward and swipes at her eye, one claw catching and dragging over her closed lid. then before she can scream, he's slammed his shoulder into her side, bruising her ribs and sending her flying. she never stood a chance. well aware she can fight no more, he moves forward to claim his prize. her kill and her territory. wounded in both pride and flesh alike, she struggles to her feet, her left side useless. not only is she blind in one eye, she's missing a chunk of flesh in one leg as well. mind delirious, she limps away from the fight, no idea about which direction she is traveling in. she doesn't make it far. maybe a mile, maybe less, before she collapses from pain and blood loss.

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when she awakes the next morning, it's to the pain of her injuries and the cold steel of a shotgun barrel pressed to her head. half blind and delirious with pain, she doesn't think before lashing out with her claws. she feels her claws catch on the meat of a farmer's leg. and then the shotgun goes off with a loud thunderous sound. this close to the barrel, she shrieks at the loudness and the ringing in her ears. she tries to climb to her feet, but her body works against her. she has put no more than five percent of her body weight on her left leg before she topples over. knees buckling from the pain and her center of balance completely screwed from the loss of both her sight and her hearing. she doesn't see nor hear the footsteps of the approaching group of men. she doesn't know there are humans present besides the farmer until a heavy weighted net is thrown on top of her. she struggles, not at all in her right mind. there has to be some way to get free. but there isn't. she's trapped. no matter how hard she struggles, all she succeeds in doing is reopening the fragile scabs on her wounds and cutting herself on the wire of the net. her blood coats the ground and she is helpless to do anything but watch as one man shoots a dart into the side of her neck. she is bleeding out and injured and now she has been shot. she is dying. there is nothing she can do but lay there as she waits for death to come to her.

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it has been three days since her capture and this is the first time she has been able to gather her thoughts. they have taken her to a facility, where everything is white walls and stainless steel. so many drugs have been pumped through her veins that she can't find the strength to move. so she simply lays in the small cage they have placed her in. belly flat against the floor and head resting atop her paws. she still can't see out of the one eye. even after all this time it is still swollen shut. the cut over her eye has been sewn shut. same for many parts of her leg. although that wound is bandaged heavily and the leg is wrapped in a cast. it seems she had sprained her ankle badly while fighting against the net. silicon sheaths have been slid onto each and every one of her claws. but worst of all, is the heavy tag that now rests in her left ear. she has been captured and tagged, bound and gagged. life now holds nothing for her. just the empty whiteness of the human building.

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it has been four weeks since the day she first managed to gather her thoughts. and today is the day she will finally be moved out of her small metal cage. by now, the cut over her eye is mostly healed, just a small scab left in the top corner. she knows it will scar badly though. how could it not? three days ago her cast came off her ankle. and while her thigh is not healed completely yet, it's slowly getting there. now, she can stand on her leg with her full weight and not feel the slightest twinge of pain. assuming they have feed her her painkillers that is. today is the first day they are to release her into what shall be her new home. When they come to get her, they come in a group of seven. six males and one small dainty female that stands off to the side. she doesn't like these men. they were to one who captured her. who stole her away from her forest. her life. so she hisses, drawing back into the far corner of her cage and baring her teeth in warning. they do not listen. as soon as they get close to the cage door, she leaps forward, teeth bared as she flies through the air. she hits the bars with a loud rattling sound, her head slipping through the gap in the bars to grab at the leader. her teeth manage to slice through her shirt before a rope is being tossed over her head and tightened around her neck. she shrieks, and tries to pull her head back into the cage. it's no use. together, the five men holding the rope are stronger than she is. so fast she doesn't know what is happening, a needle is plunged into her neck. her vision blurs and the edges of the room fades as the tranquilizer takes effect. an hour later, she awakens to a long line of warmth pressed against her back. for several moments, she lies there, confused and disoriented, trying to make sense of her surroundings. it isn't until she hears a curious croon from by her ear that she springs awake. in a flailing heap of limbs, she scrambles to her feet immediately on the defensive. there laying curled up together is a pack of five viscets, the smallest of which had been pressed up against her back. shoulders raised and head down, she scuttled backwards, eyeing the pack wearily. she has to get out of here. if not, they are sure to kill her. ignoring the quick chirps, and hisses, and barks coming from the pack, she swung her head around and observed her surroundings. she was in a large enclosure made to look like a forest. and it nearly passed for a forest. the trees were tall and leafy and the ground covered in the perfect mix of dirt and leaves and grass. but the air was too dull, too dirty, too tame to belong to the wilds of the forest. plus the large glass walls and high ceiling above the enclosure gave it all away. there was a soothing trill to her left, and she swung her head around to look at the viscet standing before her. he didn't seem threatening, but there was no way she was going to risk it. letting out a long low hiss, she turned and fled, running towards the zookeeper's door that was slowly opening. most likely a human coming in to feed the pack their daily dose of meat. right as she leaped towards the door though, the zookeeper slammed it shut. hitting the heavy steel door with enough force to dent it and to painfully jar her still healing ribs, she collapsed to the ground, defeated. this was it. she was a captive now. a zoo animal.

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for six months she has been held captive by the humans. to her surprise, the pack has yet to attack her. even after she has given each of them several new wounds to nurse. instead, they try and convince her that she is one of them. that she belongs with them. that she should just accept that she is one of the pack. or at least that's the impression she gets. she doesn't know the language that they speak to each other, and it's obvious they do not know hers. she is too wild, to animal like, for this tame pack to understand. she has picked up a few words in both their language and the humans. mainly words like 'food' and 'meat' and 'attack' and 'F92' which is not a word but rather what is printed on her ear tag. she hates that name. F92. it makes her seem like a wild animal that is no smarter than a log. but she's more than that. she is a genius, or so she likes to think, and she will be the first viscet to escape from the place. for five months she has been planning. the humans will never see her coming.

she makes her move five weeks later. her plan unfolds on a cloudy rainy day, when the sky is grey and the zoo runs at half staff. today is a holiday of sorts for the humans. and she plans to use that to her advantage. when they go to feed her, she lays curled up in a ball, head hidden beneath her tail. just as she once laid when she was but a mere viscling. she looks sick, miserable, close to death. immediately, alarm races through her two handlers. men both of them. of course they are foolish to fall for her ruse. they are also foolish to leave the door to the enclosure open. with no warning, she leaps forward, jumping over their heads and racing out into the hall. from there, it's two hours of running for her life down unfamiliar halls and across cobbled streets. she is close to freedom though. she won't be caught. eventually, she manages to leap over a small wall. half her journey is complete. she has made it out of the zoo. now all she has to do is to make it through the city. so, one foot in front of the other, she begins to make her way towards the wilderness. stopping only to tear the tag out of her ear. the pain and missing piece of flesh is worth the freedom.

three days later and she's in the woods, laying on her back and bleeding out as a large bear stands above her. this is it. this is her death. she managed to escape capture only to run into a mother bear and her cubs. she never stood a chance against the bear that is far larger than her. but she had had to try. and now, she lies in pain, wounds bleeding excessively. just as she closes her eyes and accepts her death, a loud gunshot rings through the air. the last thing she sees before fainting is the dead corpse of the mother bear and the delicate features of a red haired human female.

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one year later, and she is fully healed. all that remains of her old wounds are her numerous scars. her life is different now. although not tame, she is not as wild as she used to be. that human, Natalia, had taken care of her. shown her just how good human females could be when compared to men. it was Natalia who had nursed her back to health. who had feed her until she could eat no more. who had crafted black plated armour in the heart of the forge for her viscet to wear. who had gone the extra mile to ensure that her viscet got the lip piercing she so well deserved. she did anything for her little Malyutka. now, she is full grown. still smaller than most viscets but in good health. now, she has a name. Malyutka. and a purpose. to find and establish her own pack. and teach them just how viscous humans can be. but also how sweet and charming they can be at the right times. so now she wanders the wilderness, searching for the perfect forest. soon, she will visit Natalia. the human she owes her life to. but for now, she hunts. taking her job as serious as her life. she's still viscous and wild, but now she is protected from danger. at least a little.
art by DemonicSoul and luvanimations. coding by me.

[.lucifer]

Username - .sans
Name - Clairvoyance
Gender - Male
Let's get writing! c:

Mark and WIP!

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Decided to watch instead! c:

[Dream_Land]

Howling this is incredible!

[bleakexearth]

Username - Empoissox
Name - Messoria 'Mez'
Gender - Female

Missy. Messoria.

Missy was her birth name, short and sweet just like her parents wanted. Of course for Messoria it was unsatisfying to have such a short, uninteresting, bland, childish name. From the moment she uttered her own name it seemed so force its way from her parted haws and even once it was spoken it hung in the air. Missy was weak and the name of a prim female who spoke the most kind and considerate words.

Mez was not kind nor did she consider others feelings. She was rebellious, speaking any words that came to mind without a second thought and purposefully disobeying orders. She would strike out on her own causing trouble and causing her parents grief. All through her early life she was aware of the disappointment and disgust that twisted in her parent's minds whenever they laid eyes on her. After a brief period of life in which she attempted a more settled and relaxed life she came to realise she needed a change.

As the first year of her life came to a close she left her birthplace and set out by herself, disregarding anyone who objected to her actions. From the first night on she became known as Messoria, or Mez for short, and left her old life behind. She began searching for her true purpose. Mez found the place she belonged, or where she thought she did, among a group of other canid creatures with their own unique views of the world. Life was harsher then she was used too and Mez quickly fell victim to beatings, rough behavior and unmentionable things. She suffered many scars, both physically and mentally, but did not succumb to weakness. She fought her battles with courage and strength even when she lost countless times.

One time when she was wandering the territory Mez came across some human objects. It was old armour scraps. Being intelligent she molded the old shells into pieces for herself. She came to find it was time for her to leave and after fitting the armor, which helpfully hid most of her scars, she left the awful life changing place and set off on her own once again. During her time she had gotten her lip pierced and decided that it seemed to suite her. She did not remove it and has worn the armour every day since as well. Now she roams the lands searching for her next home but never finding anywhere that she seems to fit. She survives by stealing and has committed minor crimes every once in a while but nothing worse than keeping a few creatures hostage.