[ShadyBro]

Owner: x
Name: Damien
Gender: Male
Post: x

Puppeh doge anyone?

Pick an extra of any kind (drawing, story, theme song, personality, poem, whatever) and include something about their eyes into the extra. Whether its a painting that features their eye color, a poem about their eyes, or even something as simple as what they think of their eyes, just go nuts and have fun with it!

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- Minor prettying is fine, just keep it simple
- Only one extra!
- No word limits at all
- Dont use the same ideas as someone else (I dont want a bunch of 'hes blind' entries)

Ending Date: 4/30/16
Mutations: ///None///

[CandiedBarracuda]

Congrats!

[kh.aotic]

Congrats!!

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➶Username➴
RainbowPitbull
➶Name➴
Sebastian- meaning venerable in Latin
➶Gender➴
Straight male
➶Eyes➴
Backstory;;

I twitched, My fragile little viscling body moved. My eyes refused to open. I needed to see where I lived. The cool grass moved along my back. I smiled and forced my eyes open, The Sky was really purple, I thought the sky was blue? I guess I was wrong. I heard murmurs and tried to get up, My body fell down, making dirt rise from the ground. Purple dirt? At this time I'm really confused and looked at my parents. Purple. I growled to get my parents attention, They looked and saw my eyes "What weird eyes, my precious cinnamon roll has!" My mother cooed, fascinating over my eyes. I rolled my eyes and heard a males voice "Do you think he is blind?" He worriedly said. "What color are your pelts?" I bark, madly. "Oh? Cant you see? Mine is brown, His is a lighter brown, Why?" I stood up, "Your lying, Everything's purple. Why" I growled, Still confused why the world was purple. "Oh, Great! Darling Our Viscet is Colorblind!" Colorblind, Heh. Those words stung. "He cant be, our cinnamon roll? I.. No!" She growled then looked at me "You ruined our Perfect family!!" Again, Colorblind, Perfect. Both aching my heart. I growled and lowered my ears "I am your family!" "No.. We are #1 on most beautiful and perfect family; Go! You will not ruin it!" My own mother.. I looked at my dad "Daddy..?" Tears welled up in my eyes. My tough personality I already liked tarnished. He looked at me and turned away. I looked at my mother, Anger grew up inside me. Purple water dropped down her cheeks. I Lowered my ears "Mommy? Ple-" "GO!" She jumped in front of me. I was startled. I just open my eyes. They were already abandoning me. I hate them. I gritted my teeth and clusimly ran. Purple grass swayed with me. The evening sky, Purple. I hate that word Purple. I hate that color Purple. The color, the word my parents hated me for it. Now I have to live with that color my entire life...

[milo.]

omg mark

[jolteon]

patooi


damien


male

- Survival of the fittest. Damien knew this phrase oh so well.

Born on the dangerous streets of Chicago as a stray, Damien had only himself and a loosely tied raggedy cloth around his neck. The viscet would look for food in the unsafe alleyways ridden with disgusting people and vermin. He was tough and menacing- even since he was a pup, other beings had to take just one look at him before knowing that the viscet could tear them to shreds. As if he would in the first place.

Damien didn't care about fighting. He was well off, his combat skills were superb, malicious, spiteful- but he just didn't want to fight. Usually his threatening, monstrous shadow would just scare off any unwanted beings. That's what he thought, anyways.

This daunting viscet's stature didn't stop the viscet catchers. A white van had pulled up in front of the alleyway Damien was just so conveniently relaxing in. A couple of humans armed with tranquilizer weapons and catch poles emerged from the vehicle, and they were searching.

Alarmed, Damien scurried away, trying his best to be light-footed and not alert the humans of his presence. As he was running, he spotted the shadow of yet another human, sporting dark clothing. Great, he growled internally. I'm stuck.

Damien became desperate. In his panic he had decided that knocking the human out cold would have been the best option, so he charges right at the man, regretting his decision right as he had taken the first step- THUD.

The human let out a yell, signaling that he wasn't unconscious like Damien thought he would be.

The other humans with the weapons heard every single thing. Damn it! The viscet growled and continued running, looking for a way out. Nope. He realized he was completely cornered.

The towering viscet did what any other trapped animal would do. He became very defensive, his mane raised and stood up tall, and he began foaming at the mouth. The humans wanted him, and it scared the young viscet.

They kept their distance, communicating with each other in the human language that Damien didn't understand. Suddenly, he felt a small sting of pain go through his hindquarter. One of the humans had shot their tranquilizer dart right into his flank. The viscet's vision quickly faltered, and he became dizzy. They had also leashed him with the catch pole and dragged him back to their van- slowly but surely. They opened the door, revealing several other knocked out viscets, and Damien's vision went black as he was thrown in.

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"That one's huge! Good catch- It will perform extremely well," As Damien slowly came to, he heard a human's voice. Blinking wearily and looking up, he sees two men staring at him behind rusted bars. Senses finally coming back to him, the viscet took another low defensive stance and snarled. The humans just laughed before walking off to eyeball the other freshly caught viscets.

Damien tried to relax; breathe in and out. He could hearing a crowd of cheering at the end of the hall- along with monstrous viscet sounds. It was scary.

The poor viscet tried his best to get some natural sleep, as he was sure the next few days were to be hell.

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"Hey. Get up!" Damien woke to the sound of flesh hitting the cell bars. He slowly looked up to see a human staring right back at him, yet another one of those catch poles in his grasp. The viscet curled his lip up at the item.

The human wasn't scared- he must've been used to it. He opened the cell door and quickly looped the rope around Damien's neck and tugged- hard.

The viscet let out a choked bark, and allowed himself to be dragged so it wouldn't happen again. They were heading towards the door that Damien heard the scary sounds from. Oh, no. The human opened the door and Damien braced himself for what he was possibly about to see.

Blood. Fresh and dried, staining the already dirty cement. Dimly lit, and surrounded by more iron bars. Behind those bars were more humans- most of them cheering and/or screaming, and betting money.

Damien's handler kept him at his side and waited. Just then- another viscet being tugged by a leash came into the ring on the opposite side.

He was big. Bigger than Damien- that's huge.

He was foaming at the mouth too. This wasn't his first rodeo.

A judge began talking into a microphone, Damien decided to not listen as he couldn't understand what they were saying anyways. He was looking for a way to escape. He didn't want to fight the other viscet at all, with his skills or not.

Suddenly his handler unlooped the rope from his neck and quickly closed the gate- the human on the other side did the same. Now Damien was trapped in the ring with a feral viscet right in front of him. His breath hitched as the viscet ran full speed towards him.

Damien dodged the other viscet right as he was touching his whiskers. "Please, I don't want to fight!" He pleaded. He was sure the other heard him but decided not to listen. The only thing on his mind was to hurt.

He tackled Damien to the ground- Damien still refused to bite. Please- The viscet went straight for his neck. No! Damien's vision went white for a second- he thought he was dead. Color slowly came back and he saw the other viscet a few feet away on his back. What happened?

The other viscet got up, stunned. He seemed a bit more tamed and calmed down now, and it confused Damien and the humans sitting outside the ring. "What.. Did you just do?" The viscet whispered in a raspy voice. Damien didn't know what he just did either. The other viscet got closer. "Your eyes... They pull me in. I just want to look at them all day." What?

Damien stepped back. "What in the world are you talking about?" He was definitely confused, this whole situation just hurt his head.

"How did you do that? You commanded my body to not attack you. It must be your eyes," Damien froze. His eyes? He had never thought about the fact that he could do such a thing, much less that a power like that actually even existed.

"You're kidding. Well then," He straightened. "Think it works on humans too?"

The other viscet had a feral grin. "Try it. I want to get out of here," He seemed excited.

Damien started before seeing the look on the other's face. "Please don't try to kill anyone." Before walking up to a human that was close to the cage door. The being looked confused, but Damien was passive.

Okay, focus. Try doing that thing again. Damien tried commanding his mind. He noticed that it felt a bit weird, now that he's aware he has such a 'power', but he could feel part of his conscience enter the human's body. The human seized up, becoming robotic-like. Damien felt triumphant, and could hear the other viscet's excited Woop! behind him.

Damien led the human to the cage door, and commanded him to open it. Success! They were free from the ring! The other viscet quickly ran out, Damien following, not before letting go of the human who dropped to the ground like a sack of potatoes.

The other humans went on alert. Those two viscets had managed to persuade that man to open the cage door... How? The ringleader ordered a few of them to go after the creatures.

The two viscets were running as fast as they could. "Hey," Damien tried getting the other's attention. He looked at him. "Let's go back to the cages. Free the others- it won't be fair if we escape without them." The other viscet nodded, and they headed for the room that contained the other caged viscets.

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There was a human guarding the viscets in the room. Perfect. Damien grinned. The other viscet was blocking the door with his powerful body to make sure no humans come to get them. Damien quickly tried to gain control of the human's mind, and once again, was triumphant, although it took quite a bit of energy from him.

Okay... he should have keys to the cages in his pocket, Damien commanded him to grab the keys that were- surely enough, in the man's pocket. Damien made him quickly go to work, unlocking each cage.

Suddenly, a bang sounded through the door, along with the cocking of guns. "The humans!" The viscet cried. Damien shushed him, but he wouldn't listen. "They'll get us! With those nasty weapons-"

Damien growled, almost losing focus of the task at hand. "Listen- what's your name?"

"Fagan," He sniffled.

"Okay, Fagan," Damien started. "We will get out of here. Okay? Look at all of the others that want to escape too," He extended a paw, pointing at the viscets currently free of cages and others excitedly waiting to be free. "We're unstoppable together."

That seemed to make Fagan calm down. "Okay," He muttered, grinning a bit and gaining more confidence. There was another bang on the door.

Almost there! The human was currently unlocking the last cage. Once all of the viscets were out, he thought of a quick, probably idiotic plan. "Okay. We don't know the layouts of this place, but I know one thing. Escape," The viscets barked in agreement. "Once my friend Fagan opens the door, we charge. Got it?!" Damien raised a paw. The other viscets, including Fagan raised their paws and howled, signaling that they were ready. Fagan counted down from 3, and on go, opened the door. They charged.

They startled the humans, some running while others were trampled. Damien and Fagan were leading the pack, and they had decided to take the hallway across from the ring as it was the only hallway in sight. The humans have dispersed, some taking cover, others running away, all shocked at how every single viscet had gotten out of their cages.

The hallway led to some stairs. There was light at the top of the stairs. That must be the exit! Damien got excited. He looked over and Fagan had the same grin on his face.

The door wasn't even locked. They got out easy-peasy. Once out on the other side of the door, Damien noticed that they were in an alleyway. Once every viscet was out of that wretched place, Damien and Fagan blocked the door by pushing the nearby dumpster right in front of it.

The other viscets were so happy. They thanked the two viscets that helped them escape, and the whole group stood around the area, socializing and seeing who would travel together, before all of them headed their separate ways.

Damien looked at Fagan, they were the last ones standing in the alleyway. "Thank you. So much," Fagan started. "Who knew the viscet I was trying to kill would've been our savior?" They both laughed.

Damien let out a happy sigh. "Well, I'll see you later. I.. roam around these parts, I guess you could say, I may see you again one day." He patted the other on the shoulder before setting off.

"Wait!" Fagan scurried to catch up with him. "We should roam together! We make the best team as you can see, and two heads are better than one, right?"

Damien actually didn't think about that. He was such a loner, he wasn't sure how it would go, but the way Fagan and him clicked, he couldn't say no. "Alright, partner!" He barked happily. They ran out of the alleyway together. I can't believe what had just happened, Damien thought. I have a power, and a new friend? In a dark place, I've found my light? He laughed to himself. Somehow, the scary encounter had changed his life for the better. Damien was definitely going to use his... Mind control for the good, and help other beings that were in need. And above all, be a good friend to his new companion Fagan.

credit- Fagan is owned by funderful;;!

[tenlittlesoldierboys]

Username: tenlittlesoldierboys
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Name: Agent. Gender: male.
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Parts of Agent's skull (not visible) are robotic - including his eyes, which is, because he was born with a birth defect (including a broken skull and blindness), which was "treated" by a scientist who works with robotic body parts. His eyes especially work now in very interesting ways, which is why Agent now works for the police and the miliary.

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[stormzien]

Username: tigerclaw5197
Name: Max
Gender: male
Extra:

Max was always the odd one out of his pack. Everyone calls him the midget, or dog boy because of his coat. But the one everyone calls him is Cucumber eyes. He doesn't know why, he can see from really far away, and loves to read and write! But, this, is his story.

WIP

[bellini]

Mark :0

[DogLife.]

Username: DogLife.
Name: Siri, meaning secret in Swahili.
Gender: Siri is female

Extra:

Siri's Secret...

My name is Siri. And I am a Viscet. Quite the regular looking Viscet, plain and bland. No muttations either. So all in all, pretty boring. That's on the surface. Underneath the fur, I am not so... regular. I am... different. Very different. It means I don't, and possibly never will, fit in. My name is Siri, the Swahili word for secrets. I have a secret. Everyone does. But my secret... It is a little strange. Like me. Yeah, like me...

Siri, go and fetch your father. If we don't leave for the human place soon, we will not have any dinner. And tell him Mama is not amused.
The night was rather cold, and Ma was taking our family to the dump, for food. We didn't hunt at all, mum and dad were escapes pets, so we ate old, molding items that people didn't want. Yum. Not. I could smell the fumes from the car from back here, they stank. Just a wiff made me want to gag, I never have understood why humans liked them so much. The woods where we had made our den (that had plenty to leaks and was never warm enough, but what can you say when your parents were pets?) smelt faintly better. The smell of pine needles was a welcome smell, fresh and clean. As I approached the den I could see my father lounging in a tree, looking at the stars.
There you are little Siri, dad said, flicking his tail in a greeting and an offer to join him. I shook my head, sat in the mud. This could take a while...
Mama says we have to go now. It's feeding time for escaped pets.
Very funny. Is this about me calling you little?
Durh! I am nearly ten, not a baby any more!
You will always be my little girl, Siri, if you like it or not.
Whatever. I rolled my eyes and examined my claws. Dad opened his mouth to speak, he probably had some critic advice or some lame ramblings that I did not want him to share. Before he could make a sound, I raised my eyebrows cheekily and called out. Mama! Dad is just sitting in his tree AGAIN and he won't come DOWN! And he called me LITTLE AGAIN!
Siri! Dad groaned and jumped out of the tree. You didn't have to do that.
Rockie! Get out of the tree NOW so we can go and eat. Oh, and stop babying our child will you!
Dad raised his own eyebrows and silently begged me for help. Another cheeky smile graced my face. Sorry dad, your on your own.



Ideas (DNS!)
Cyborg
Car incident?
Synthetic eyes, she can search the internet and see it in her eyes.


Wip! So cute!