[dragonscales10]

Username:
dragonscales10
Name:
Twist
Gender:
Male
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Twist hung limply from the barren Viscet's mouth. His throat dry from whimpering. 'Twist' she called him, was born with a twisted femur, only noticeable when he walks. He was of course sent from the clan, in an effort to keep clan bloodlines pure. The called these deformed Viscets cursed ones. There was a fertile she-viscet in their pack, tasked to abandon these cursed ones in a place where they would die quick deaths. This particular viscling was placed down on a moose trail, sure to be crushed by a traveling herd, and picked up and killed quickly by a large bird of some sort. She looked back at the little viscling and froze in shock. He was staring at her with his little green eyes, but he had her locked in a sort of trance. For his eyes seemed to hold more power and knowledge than all the viscets of her great pack. The barren one picked him up quickly and raced back to their camp, showing the Alpha pair his green pools of wisdom he had. The great alpha muttered in shock and cried, "He's been gifted with a power to match Ursalana's own!" They had a great feast that night, and they thanked the heavens, forgetting his deformation.

~Years later~

Twist snarled and stared him in the eye, the attacking viscet yelped and fled, fearing what he had seen. Twist could make others see his power, to fear him. Of course it didn't work on all viscets...

[jingle bells.]

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reserving a spot!

[alexander hamilton]

Username:
hawk.
Name:
pythom
Gender:
male
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xx the young viscet yawned as the birds called above him. he blinked a few times with his useless eye sockets, and swept his long tail over his flank, dusting off the loose pits of molting fur. twitching his ear, python licked his lips as his stomach lurched, realising how hungry he was. leaping on to the soft grass, he heard rusling behind him. humans... he hissed, his tail lashing as he backed away, rearing up on his hind legs.
xx a large man with a strange mask game out of the bushes, glaring at the viscet over his white mask. he reached for his satchel that was swung over his neck and his hand returned with a glass ball. he turned his focus on python, who was still bearing his teeth in a vicious snarl. there was a brief moment of tention, with only the sound of the furry tail beating the ground, before the forest crackled around the pair and python felt a stabbing sensation in his heind quarters, almost collapsing instantly.
xx the young viscet woke up in a large cage, with a bowl of water and a large rabbit beside him. he blinked a few times and realised something was different, the word was filled with colour instead of a pitch-black nightmare. he could smell the forest around him, but it was mingled with the soft smell of cleaning products and the rabbit. suddenly the wall slid up and he was exposed to the forest. out of instinct, python pelted out of the cage, his heind legs kicking up a dust cloud of dirt behind him.
"look at him go justin!"

[ if you couldn't tell, he was born without eyes and was found by humans, who had tracked him down for months. he then went through surgery and received a pair of olive, glass eyes. ]

[finifugal ✨]

Username: IheartNightWings
Name: Lance
Gender: Male
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A shrill cry pierced the deathly silent night, ringing out from among the trees. The small body of a viscling was huddled against a tree trunk, quivering and whimpering in terror. His eyes were firmly shut, although tears still leaked out, dripping down his little muzzle. The unnamed child shook his head from side to side, curling into a half-ball, and squealed his fear. "G-go a-away, p-please..." he murmured quietly between sobs. He sniffled, his whole body shaking, and peeked a single eye open. The sight his vision was met with caused him to release an ungodly wail, sinking into a heap. "G-go a-away! L-leave me a-alone!" the child would yell, flattening his ears to skull. The viscling began to sob even louder, his cries echoing within the seemingly-empty forest. To the average person, the only living thing in sight was a pitiful little viscling, but if they were to look through the eyes of that pitiful little creature, a different sight altogether would greet them. So, what was it that had this small creature in such a sorry state?

The young creature stifled a sob, tears brimming up in his eyes.
backstory here


maybe go back to childhood??


skip to present


-just has bad eyesight???
-sees illusions all the time and can't tell difference between real and not??
-narcissistic + in love with eyes???
-cataracts????
-eyes represent something???
idk just spitballing ideas
please don't use any of these!!

[Parasitic Rat]

Username
Neverending Story

Name
Apocalypse

Gender
Male
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A P O C A L Y P S E

Born into a different world that only he can see. Dark, shadowy creatures that haunt his world. When he was born, his eyes were normal; starting out blue. Then, they suddenly changed into a green color, the color seeming to fade around the pupil when looked at up close. He was abandoned when still young, and once he grew, he saw the world differently than what other people did.

The places he saw were the same, except they were deserted and broken down in his eyes. Everyone he saw was the same, but the places around him and them looked like a deserted ghost town, all broken down. The trees that he saw had no leaves, the bushes had nothing, every piece of food he saw looked rotten, the sky was always a gloomy yellow-brown with a mix of blue here and there, and the grass around his paws were dead.

Growing up like this, he started to call himself Apocalypse. He always saw the world as an apocalyptic place, but felt happy for it. He never heard anyone having something that he has, seeing the world like he does. He eats the food even if it looks rotten, it's mostly always fresh. He may get picked on every once and a while, but he deals with it. He stands up for himself and snaps back at the ones who pick on him. He also protects his friends from anyone mean or people he finds strange.

He trails off every once and a while, thinking about what the world maybe would've looked like. He thought the skies would be blue, as he heard others say, but wasn't sure about anything else. He would've always drew out what he thought the world looked like, and color it as well. His eyes were an important part of how he lived, and the way he sees things were also important with how his life goes on. Even though he has to deal with vision like this, Apocalypse always lives in the apocalyptic world that he sees, and feels special when he looks at everything around him.

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[Chippitty]

Username:
feline-like-allera
Name:
Alkali
Gender:
female
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Do you see that?
Their eyes... They've seen so much.
So much fire, so much pain, so much tears.
The eyes are the windows to the soul??
By the way it looks, this soul shouldn't be cracked.
Sore and ashamed of the looks, the stares, the gaze.
But the gaze is unknown.
And then again, their eyes are pale?
And things that are pale can only recieve more color.
So far, they're getting that color.
Yes, it takes time.
Plus effort.
Plus hope.
And no matter what they've lost, they never lost hope.
Their soul, as you see, might be cracked.
But they wouldn't have it anyother way
For all you know, maybe they're looking right at their cure.

[redhorizon]

Username: CaesarHorse
Name: Coronet
Gender: Male
Extra: A little story :3 (I know you said no he's blind ideas, but this just seemed so perfect... If you want me to change it I will xD)

I lie in the cool grass, one eye closed as it has been since I was born. The other eye... Well... Let's just say its not in full working condition. Being attacked by another Viscet tends to do things to you, emotionally and physically. As you've probably gathered from this, I cannot see. I like to imagine I can see. I like to imagine colors, the shapes of trees and clouds. I like to imagine I'm normal, but I'm anything but. I stay close to my sister, Wist. She guides me, cares about me. Wist and Cor. That's what we're called. Its meant to bother me, the blind one, but I don't let it. I have acute hearing to make up for my loss of sight. Maybe someday my one eye will open, maybe my other will heal. But for now, I'll just stick with this. Because life is good.

[LostFoxInTheStorm]

Latte
Username:
LostFoxInTheStorm
Gender:
Male

A Viscling With No Soul

It was a day of howling wind and a a ferocious storm. The young couple kept their egg warm, despite it's hatching date being weeks ago. The egg quivered gently. The couple met eyes with a gasp of both shock and relief. "Why now? Why must he htch now?" The female fretted while her mate nuzzled her gently." "It'll be fine my dear. He shall be strong enough to cope. We shall support him. No matter what." A small crack pierced through the sodden, silent land. "It is time." The crack crept down the side of the egg, splitting numerous times before reaching the base of the egg. The sides collapsed, revealing a small viscling. His mother began to lick at his eyes, trying to encourage him to open them. His eyes did not open. About a week passed, and the boy could not open his eyes.

"Eyes are the window to the soul. If he has a soul, why aren't his eyes open?" The males voice was a harsh growl aimed towards his mate. "He is a bad omen to the family. Get rid of him!" The female stood there, looking at the viscling with sorrowful eyes. "He is our son. No son of ours is a bad omen. Let him live. Please! " Her voice was pleading. The male growled his reply angrily. "You're not worthy to be my mate. If you can't do it yourself, I'll do it." He roughly grabbed the viscling by the scruff, only to have him be taken by the mother. "I'll do it then!" Her voice was muffled by the young one's fur and shortly after she'd spoke, she was running away from the father. Soon after though, the father caught up to her. "How did I know you'd try to save him. Go, never come back!" He snarled at the female he'd previously called his mate and began running to where the river was. It was a matter of minutes before he arrived to the grey, murky waters. The son was dropped into the river. "Latte. You have to go." The male growled his farewell to the child before leaving abruptly. The viscling thrashed about in the water until he managed to crawl onto the bank. "Da..Dada?" His voice was a frightened squeak as he walked about, but his father had already gone. Seconds later, Latte fell asleep, cold and shivering.

He awoke with a start the next morning. His eyes opened groggily and he looked at the world for the first every time. After blinking a few times, he knew how to see the world. Latte's eyes weren't the clearest, but over time, he began to see better and better and the world became clearer. As he grew, he gained compliments over his "Beautiful eyes", but after all this time, Latte never forgot about the arguments his parents had. The argument claiming that the male, whom was now one of the kindest, most intelligent viscets where he lived, had no soul.

[QuIT;]

Username: luna fangclaw
Name: chipper
Meaning: cheerful and lively
Gender: male
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You find yourself in a strange place trying to find the perfect pal when a creature walks up to you curiously.
you have seen many creatures like this but none of them so simple as this one.
the creatures colors and marking seem bland compared to the others you have seen.
you start to walk away in search of another when you notice the sadness in its eyes as you walk away.
Drawn to it suddenly, you feel a deep story hidden in this creatures eyes. The eyes seem to call you on a deeper level.
You reach out your hand, almost without knowing and stroke the muzzle of the creature. As you touch the simple beast its eyes begin to glow with bliss as if it had never felt the touch of another before.
You decide then and there that this is the one you want and take him up into your arms lovingly.
As you walk by others in pursuit of their creature you realize they are giving you strange looks as if in disgust, and confusion.
Each on of these people begin pushing away the average creatures in pursuit of the perfect. Completely disregarding the lost, broken, and hurt.
Squeezing my prize harder I walked away knowing I had gotten the best one of them all.

[sort of a shout out to anyone who had rescued a shelter pet, - idk]

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Good luck!
<3
This babe is really beautiful