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Legendary Trait: Wings

Since it has wings, this design was somewhat inspired by various falcons and other birds-of-prey.

[warlord.]

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Reserve. <3

[crackerbox_palace]

MARKKKKMMKKKKKKKMM

[NE0N-UMBR30N]

RES OH GOSH

[Stårry]

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[BlackWren]

- A story book tale with an unhappy ending -

Username: Dave Egbert
Viscet Name: Ambrose (Ambi)
Viscet Gender: Male

notes to self

- write some poetry for him
- draw like, 5 pieces of him at least myself
- enlist Fern's help with rad coding acheved ;D
- write about his inability to use his wings (to fly)
- write about the human he fell in love with

[Placebo]

Bruh

snerk- imma use hawkmoth for a nickname

Hah decided to drop out a while ago. ;w; Congrats to whoever gets this winged-child~

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Mark c:

[Medd]

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Viscet Name: Eustace
Viscet Gender: Male
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Oh this is fabulous

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Art by Zombo on CS

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by BlueDemon on ifunny

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I was born with very large feet, so when I walk, it looks really weird and
awkward, kind of like a duck, so I gained the nickname 'Duck'


loner: because of his troubled past, he's afraid of making friends and trusting others so he separates himself from others

comes off as cold and cynical: because he separates himself from others and wants to be alone, he'll usually comes off as pretty cold and very cynical, but it's just his way of him trying to protect himself

loyal to his friends: To the friends that he does make and keep, he stays true, protective, and loyal to them through thick and thin. He knows the feeling of abandonedment so he never wants them to feel down or hurt, so he would never let them down

noble: While in his solitude flying in the sky, Aéro keeps a look out for danger, and protects the ones he sees in danger.

clumsy: Aéro was born with large legs, feet, and wings, so it's very common to see him tripping over his own two feet or over one of his wings



flying, swimming, being alone, his scarf, traveling, thinking, drawing,
watching the scenery


walking, loud people, large crowds, being lied to, his father, the cold,
and Crows


Carry On Wayward Son - Kansas
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The song is very well-known, even to Aéro as he likes to play a
radio as he flies and the song comes on every once and a while,
but this song has some a deeper connection to Aéro than he realizes
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Ｃａｒｒｙ ｏｎ ｗａｙｗｏｒｄ ｓｏｎ
Ｔｈｅｒｅ＇ｌｌ ｂｅ ｐｅａｃｅ ｗｈｅｎ ｙｏｕ＇ｒｅ ｄｏｎｅ
Ｌａｙ ｙｏｕｒ ｗｅａｒｙ ｈｅａｄ ｔｏ ｒｅｓｔ
Ｄｏｎ＇ｔ ｙｏｕ ｃｒｙ ｎｏ ｍｏｒｅ
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Aéro always feels alone, and always feels as though he will never
be loved or accepted, so he flies around the world, but he never
realized the hearts that he had touched and the friends that he
made. Thesee are the very friends who support him and want to
watch him learn and grow on his own, to carry on, because they
know that once he realizes that he was never alone, he'll finally
be at peace and want to settle down or 'lay his weary head to
rest', and these are the same friends who don't want to see him
cry any more.
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Ｏｎｃｅ Ｉ ｒｏｓｅ ａｂｏｖｅ ｔｈｅ ｎｏｉｓｅ ａｎｄ ｃｏｎｆｕｓｉｏｎ
Ｊｕｓｔ ｔｏ ｇｅｔ ａ ｇｌｉｍｐｓｅ ｂｅｙｏｎｄ ｔｈｉｓ ｉｌｌｕｓｉｏｎ
Ｉ ｗａｓ ｓｏａｒｉｎｇ ｅｖｅｒ ｈｉｇｈｅｒ， ｂｕｔ Ｉ ｆｌｅｗ ｔｏｏ ｈｉｇｈ
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Because of his tragic past, Aéro was too afraid to make friends
because he didn't want to be betrayed like his last pack, so he
stayed cynical, believing that he could see past everyone's lies by
trying to soar up, seeing past the illusion of kindness, but he
soared too high and won't let anyone get close to him in fear of
him getting hurt again
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Pip and Millie:
Pip and Millie were one of the first other of my kind that were
domestic and were so accepting. I visit them often and was so
happy for them when they had their first baby. They're definitely
my closest friends

by BusyArt from ifunny

Mika:
If I'm completely honest, I was really intimidated when I first met
this feisty viscet on my travels. Never before have I met someone
with so much spunk and pluckiness like she did. I accidentally
crashedher party in NY and she got so mad she stole my favorite
fingerless gloves!

by Assuri from ifunny

Chusi:
a friend that I have met on my travels on the western coast. Her
tribe wasn't very friendly, but she let me eat and introduced me to
her mate. She noticed that my wings were cramped and massaged then
for me and gave me a pretty crystal necklace for good luck. I like to
wear the necklace under my scarf

by SundropTheDragon from ifunny

From the moment I hatched, my life has been a Rollercoaster of
emotions, loneliness, and abuse.

I was born in the middle of a war between packs, and the newest
leader of the pack I was born to was aggressive and power hungry. He
came to power using tricks, brute strength, and fear. His arrogance and
cruelty had spread upon the rest of my pack, so when my mother, a
once domestic she viscet joined the pack, she suffered a great abuse
and harassment from the pack. However, my father, Crow thought that
her beauty and purity shold be his to own, so he manipulatedoesn't her
into thinking that he loved her. Not too long after, I was born, but in
a terrible way.

I had a hard time hatching so my mother tried to help me, but my
father had struck her, sending my half cracked egg with me still in it
flying and smashed against a rock. My mother was furious and in a lot
of pain and was about to attack back. My father found my tiny body
and my mother almost lost all of her senses and the murderous intent
grew, so she was just about to jump on my father when then I saved
her life by opening my tiny mouth and squeaked for my mother.
Her sense came back and she cried out of relief, but then my father
flung my tiny, helpless body towards her in disgust. "Take this filth
away from me! This is not my son." My mother was shocked and even
confused about what he said and then she looked down at me and her
jaw dropped.

I opened my eyes and saw her for the first time and smiled as I knew
who she was, and tried to move forward to her, but my body felt weird,
like something was wrong. I didn't think about it, I mean, how could I?
I just hatched. I moved my shoulders and felt my wings for the first
time and extended them and laughed as I saw my mother's reaction
which was a mixture of fear, worry, and a love.

I didn't know at the time that I was different, all I knew that I wanted
to be loved and to give love. "C-Crow! Whats happened to our baby?
This isn't natural! Is our baby sick?" My mother picked me up and licked
me, frantically worrying if something wrong happened inside of the egg.
"No, Orphelia. He's just a freak and with wings like that constantly
getting caught in bushes and trees, and in the holes of our den, he's not
going to survive for long. So put that crow food down to die, or we can
give it to the enemy as a 'peace offering' and then attack."

My mother was horrified by what he said and held me tighter to her
chest. I could feel her heart beating rapidly against my face. "No! He's
our son, Crow! I will raise him as such!" My father turned and slashed
the right side of her face, permanently blinding her in that eye. "How
dare you disobey me?!" The rest of that event must never be brought
up, because I don't have the stomach to remember such horror that
crippled my mother and gave my father his torn ear, and scarred muzzle.

My mother and I were lucky that she was the pack healer, because
without her medical knowledge, she would have never survived the
fight, and I couldn't survive for long out in the wild. My wings were
too large for my small, viscling body, and my feet were large and
clumsy, and so I had a hard time walking without either tripping on
my wings or my own feet. I had to waddle just to get around, and so
the rest of my pack laughed at me and called me Duck.

The tormenting got worse as I grew older, and my mother, who became
to scared and frail to even attempt to help me, especially after my
younger sister was born. After my sister was born, I became alone
again. My mother wouldn't even look at me, my tormentors either
abused me, or starved me, and my father would glare at and threaten
me. There's no place for a freak like me in this pack I thought.



Deuteranopia (Red-green colorblindness)
Large feet and leg bones
Bad allergies


Orphelia: mother
Crow: father
Sparrow: younger sister
Owl: Grandmother






Only a few pages are posted here, but I have about 25 pages done. The comic is a more detailed and uncensored version of the story, however, because it is uncensored, I can't really post it here. To describe the comic, it's very tragic, and darkly beautiful. The comic is my pride and joy. If I win him, I'll finish it and publish it as a real comic (of course after some editing)



I would love to have this gorgeous, winged creature! I strongly believe
that feathers and wings represent freedom, and if I win him, then he
will be a majorly important thing to me because he would be the
embodiment of my freedom from my past of abuse and neglect and my
freedom from my crippling depression which would actually play a
very important role in his story, because to me, he would be like me.
He would be the child who's different and is scared because all their
life they have been abused and abandoned because they are different,
but in the end, they learn that their past doesn't define them- which is
one of the most important lessons in life that I have ever learned. I
want him because I feel connection that's deep and I'm determined to
keep trying, just like how he keeps trying.

The other, less serious reason why I would like to have him is because
of the awesome plans I have for him! I plan on making a full length
movie with my own music and animation. I even have the music written
for the piano and violin! (I'm a musician as well.). I'moved also planning on getting another tattoo later on and I want wings or feathers represent my freedom from MY abused past and I think it would be pretty cool if I had a the same pattern and coloration that Aéro would have on his wings and feathers.
I would also love to have him because he would be an amazing birthday present! I would cherish him forever!

art by Eyiliss from IG and ifunny

coding by _Alex_