I was really torn with this little fellow, I have a few really good entries to try and choose between which made it difficult. It really came down to two forms, Howlingtothestars' and MakeMeSmile's. Both forms were great, and definitely what I had been hoping to see when beginning this competition. The stories were both great, the art was fantastic, I was really happy with both of your forms - which in turn made it hard to choose a winner.
In the end I liked MakeMeSmile's form a little better. The story was very heart wrenching and heart warming. So congrats MakeMeSmile.
You're story, Howling, was still wonderful - packed full of adorable instances of a child-like friendship. Innocent and pure, and simply beautiful. Consider this the honorable mention, to which I'm offering you a Runner-Up, if you'd like it. If you want the RU, pm me with 1 color, and what you liked most about this viscling.
In the end I liked MakeMeSmile's form a little better. The story was very heart wrenching and heart warming. So congrats MakeMeSmile.
You're story, Howling, was still wonderful - packed full of adorable instances of a child-like friendship. Innocent and pure, and simply beautiful. Consider this the honorable mention, to which I'm offering you a Runner-Up, if you'd like it. If you want the RU, pm me with 1 color, and what you liked most about this viscling.
MakeMeSmile wrote:username; MakeMeSmile
name; Quentin
gender; maleQuentin and Caesar became friends in the most ordinary way children do: through their parents. Quentin has always been a sickly little thing, nothing like Caesar who comes after his mother in every way possible. When they first met, both of them were just little children, Caesar older than Q by quite a few months but children nonetheless. They didn't have a lot in common, Ceasar wanted to become a famous entertainer, but all Q ever wanted was to live a quiet life and take care of his mother. He was an only child and doesn't have a dad, but his mother was his everything, just like Caesar, who has been the older brother he always wanted. Q was picked on by other Visclings, but Caesar had always been by his side, growling every time someone dared to look at him the wrong way.
But life goes on, people grow up and disappear the same way they walked into your life - seemingly overnight and before you know it, they're gone.
Ceasar went on, followed his dream and left the small village in the woods behind to make them come true, unlike Quentin, who wasn't like the others. He didn't grow up. No, he was still very much his old self, aged mentally but not physically. Everyone around him kept changing, but he didn't, he wasn't normal and hated himself for it. Then, on a day like every other day, the last person who cared for him left. It wasn't like he expected it to be, it wasn't raining, there was no storm, no, his mother was - and then she just wasn't anymore.
She was old now, the years hadn't been kind on her as a single mother. She died with a smile, with Quentin by her side and the sun shining through the window, birds singing happy songs like Q's whole world didn't just shatter into pieces. But his life went on, it had to. So Q decided to leave this place behind, picked some flowers for his mothers grave, packed her backpack, which was too big on his slender frame and left without looking back once.
He didn't have a lot of money, even less now that he was on his own and it only got him so far. Finding work was hard, because noone was going to hire a viscling, and he had to search for food and a place to sleep as well. In the first few weeks it was awkward, digging through peoples trash or sleeping in the open, but he couldn't be picky anymore and he wouldn't go back. This life was still the better one, noone cared for a small, dirty viscling in a big city like this one, he wasn't anything special anymore.
So he kept digging through trashcans in backyards like a raccoon, until one day, someone caught him. Quentin was halfway through a bag with orange peels and leftovery of chinese takeaway he found in front of a house in one of the better parts of the city, when the light on the door turned on and he heard someone shout at him. Quentin freezed and started shivering when he noticed that someone's got him, when he felt a big paw at his shoulder and a deep, but very familiar voice asking him if he was alright.
'-d? Everything okay, kid? I'm sorry for shouting at you, I didn't mean it. Just caught me by suprise, that's all'
Quentins eyes went big when he saw who was talking to him and no, this couldn't be. This was-, how could-
'Hey, don't cry, kid, okay? Cause I'll cry too and noone want's to see that. No reason for hard feelings, everything's fine'
He didn't even notice the teas running down his cheeks, but when he did, Quentin couldn't help but laugh as he flew himself into the arms of the only Viscet that still meant something to him.
'C-Caesar!' He hiccuped his name as he hid his face into the other viscet's chest, who finally seemed to get who he was talking to. 'Quentin? Is that you? Did you even look into a mirror lately, 'cause man, you look absolutely horrible!'
Quentin could only laugh at this, he had missed the way Ceasar just said what he was thinking, and starded sobbing even louder. 'I missed you s-so m-much, Caesar. P-please don't leave me again'
The other just held onto him a bit tighter before he let go and looked at him with an honest smile that reached his eyes, something Q hasn't be able to see in a while now. 'I won't, I promise. Let's get you inside now, you look like you need some actual food and a bath wouldn't excatly hurt, either.' And Q couldn't be happier.[800/800]I have the permission to use Caesar in this Comp and all art will be done by me on oekaki c:
