▪ Username ;;
ItsAscrubsThang
▪ Whelkon Name ;;
Vix Parcius
▪ Name Meaning ;;
Vix means scarred in latin, as well as Parcius (However I believe that one is 'Scar' and the other is 'Scarred', )
▪ Age ;;
3 years
▪ Gender ;;
Female
▪ Short story on now they got their scars ;;
[I hope this classifies as 'short' ]
Vix rolled around on the dirt. She was a whelk, only a mere 4 months of age. She tugged on her mothers horn as she slept. Everyone was sleeping, for a blizzard was told to come through and they wanted to be bedded down before it came. But Vix refused. She dug, and crawled over others, she was a little ball of energy. So when the clouds above began to throw down flurries, she crawled under her moms fur. In the morning, everyone was covered in snow. They all shook it off, stretched and searched for food. Vix hopped along and followed her mom, thinking everything was food. She was hopping along when the ground began to crack. Vix was unaware, so kept hopping along, but her mother screamed to stop and stand still. But it was too late. Vix went crashing through the ice, into a river. Her body shivered, she splashed, but the water turned her over and under. She finally got caught on a tree stump half sticking out of the water. But she had hypothermia, and was passed out. She woke up on the bank. Around her were human tracks, but more importantly, birds were already trying to scavange her. She growled at them, and then smelt the human tracks. "Disgusting" she said to herself, not thinking about how she got up in the bank, and where the humans were. She shivered, her coat was completely frosted. She crawled into a cave, where it was much warmer. She slept there until her fur unfrosted, until she realized where she was. A cougar lived here. She didn't notice it before, but now she smelt it everywhere. She made a dash for the exit, but met the angry feline outside. She took a deep breath, then said boldy, "I'm a whelk! You wouldn't dare hurt me!", and tried to hold her ground. The cat jumped out after her, and grasped her hips. 3 claws sunk in, and when Vix tried to run off, they tore her flesh. She cried out, her blood soaking the snow. But at that moment, her father dashed out and rammed the cougar. The cat was knocked over, and attacked her dad. He suck his claws in behind the whelkons shoulder, but was greeted with horns being rammed in its face. After that, it ran off. Vix's dad kneeled by her, packing snow in the wound. It bled for a while, but eventually stopped. When it did, Vix limped up, and gave her dad a kiss on the cheek. He then explained on how her mother had yelled at him when he jumped in the river, hearing what had happened. He had seen a human next to her, but was swept off before he could do anything. He had been walking after her, but was swept at least a mile down river. Vix healed quickly, and was rejoined with her herd soon, but now lives with the ever haunting memory of the cougar, each time she looks at her hips and thighs.
