[grifforik]

Username: SilverSamurai
Name;; Quill
Gender;; female

Hey there! So there will be 3 of these babies up for grabs! They're each different but with one common thing. They're all to grow up on xmas day!

The rules for this are simple, this is a fun little comp, I'd like to hear a story of how they became abandoned. Where did this egg come from that it found itself gift wrapped and waiting for someone to love it? You can either write a story OR you can portray it via a comic.

Rules:
1. Have fun!
2. Be nice!
3. Tell me a story about how they came to be abandoned (600 words or less, or a comic with less than 200 words)
4. Up to 2 extras can be art or writing. Only 2 pieces of art extra no comics or animation, OR 400 words)

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[grifforik]

Guys, these will grow up if you want them to, they're not limited to PPS XD

[IMadeYouRead.This]

Res with a couple not being able to have a viscling together so another viscet gives them sort of a christmas miracle. (Something like that)

[SilverSamurai]

Username: SilverSamurai
Name: Raven? Doli? (meaning 'bluebird') Lark? Tori? TBD
Gender: female
Story:
A warm spring breeze gently rocked the budding tree branches above; the smell of fresh rain is thick in the air. A dark viscet slowly walked down a wooded path, a small stream lay at the end of the trail. She looked around, admiring the scenery and taking in a deep breath of fresh spring air. Change was coming.

Visiting the nearby stream and lying on the bank was one of Melody’s favorite past times, and she felt especially good about it today. But as it would turn out, it would be a very long day for the dark viscet. As usual, she takes in the beautiful scenery around her and listens to the chirping of birds and the slight hum of insects. However, among the sounds of nature was a distinct sound of stress. Turning her head, Melody tried to see where the sound was coming from. Following the noise, the dark viscet quickly found the source; a large bird, most likely a crow, was making a scene on a lower branch. It was holding… a viscet egg? Perhaps it had confused a birds’ nest and a viscet’s and snatched the egg for its breakfast. Either way, Melody had to do something about it.

She shouted up to the corvid, and only received two beady eyes glaring down at her, its expression unreadable. Taking a second to think, Melody backed up and glanced around. Picking up some sticks and twigs, she began throwing them up at the crow, trying to scare it and to leave the egg. She just needed to get the egg away from the crow so it wouldn’t become a meal. Finally, the bird gave a loud caw! and took flight, the egg rolling out from its claws and dropping from the tree.

Melody rushed to catch it as gently as she could, a few obsidian feathers fluttered down with it. Putting her ear to the egg, she sighed in relief to hear that it was unharmed. Though now… Now she had to find the parents. Surely they would be missing their unhatched viscetling? But she was unaware of any viscets nearby with the coloration on the egg that was scarily close to herself and her mother, Nova. But Melody tried anyway, abandoning her nice afternoon of sunbathing and setting out for the unfortunate parents instead. But there was no such luck.

All throughout the day, the questioned viscets seemed concern, noting the obvious similarity between her own markings and the egg, and were worried that Melody was trying to pawn off her young to someone else. She searched for days, but no trace of a black and blue viscet aside from herself. She then decided to keep the egg and raise it herself.

For the next few months, Melody would carry the egg close, keeping an eye out for those beady eyes. She would carry it to the bank by the stream, treating both of them to a bit of sunbathing. Warmth is good for the egg, right? The egg hatched not soon after, sitting on the warm riverbank. Melody only smiled and pulled her newly hatched daughter in close, sticking the crow feathers gently in her hair as a reminder of what brought them together.
(540/600)

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Melody was overprotective in the beginning. As time went on, the viscetling took a particular interest in birds, much to her mother’s worry. Obsidian feathers still shimmering in her hair, the young viscetling would often run down the familiar path by the river and listen to the singing birds, often climbing trees to see them up close.

The older the child got, the more Melody tried to keep up with her. As she grew to stand on her hind legs, Melody eventually became a ‘cool mom’. Melody couldn’t help being herself and loved to embarrass her daughter by breaking out into song and dance, unnecessary shouting nonsense, making ‘cool’ jokes and puns that result in heavy sighs and many eye rolls.

The rescued viscetling has been told the tale behind her ‘brave rescue from sure death’ from her mother, and treasured the feathers in her mane above anything else. Most days, she joins her mother and walks with her to the bank by the stream, studying the birds along the way. Sometimes even bringing seeds for them, and the bird enthusiast recruited quite a friendly flock of friends over time.
(190)

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Extras are split like I asked through PM. 190/200 words of the 'extras' used + 1 art piece

[ocean_]

Username: ωανєℓєиgтн
Name: Apollinare ("Apollin")
Gender: Male
Parent: endellion
Story: --->

"you were loved once, darling...And I promise, you will be loved again."

A feminine Viscet had said this with as much love in care in her voice as she could muster, she didn't want the negativity of her tears to make her dashing little egg hatch with an attitude. She silently wept as she put her precious egg inside of a basket, woven tightly by the female herself.

"I may never know what you look like, or hear your voice, but I'll be okay with that...As long as you live the life I could never have."

The female Viscet put the basket on a cattle car full of other goods, to whom the cattle care belonged to, she did not know, but knew it was going away from this place, and heading away from the war on her land, that she knew her country was losing. She sadly closed the basket, listening intently as she scurried away from the cattle car and hid behind a cluster of bushes. She watched with tear-filled eyes as another Viscet closed the door to the cattle car, saying a silent goodbye before turning around and heading back to her home.

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Endellion had been enjoying her day at the market. The young fisherman had docked just to stock up on supplies she needed in exchange for some fish...Which had led her to get lost among the dozens of market stores. She sighed, keeping the basket of fish close to her as she continued walking down the small path. She looked to her right as she saw a large male setting up a new stall full of different foods, including meats that she was sure were fresh. She quietly watched as he pulled another basket out, chuckling as she watched him open the basket and scrunch his nose up. But then, curiosity bubbled up in her chest. She walked forward, watching as the male now looked up at her. "Excuse me sir, but what do you have there?" She asked, her eyes shining with concern.

The male glanced at her wearily, "Oh, miss, it's just an egg. Probably she maid left it on the truck, they have hopes that are too high for their eggs. This one will go with the rest to the orphanage, civil war has taken a heavy toll on them, but they probably will enough room for this on-"

"How much do you want for it?" She interrupted him, taking the large basket off of her back and showing the contents inside to him.

The male looked at her, dumbfounded. "You couldn't possibly be trading me for this egg. Why would you want it?" He said, picking up the egg and showing it to her.

Endel didn't even blink, she just pushed the basket towards him. "You can keep the baskets as well, I just want the egg." She said, grabbing the egg from him and walking off before her could say anything else.

She didn't tell him why because it would bring her back to a dark place, which wouldn't be good for the new addition to her boat. She sighed, cradling the egg in her hands as she listened to the male call out for her, but she paid no mind to him, she was just worried about the egg. She couldn't let this one grow up the way she had lived, sitting in an orphanage with not a thing to it's name.

'I can't give every egg a home to call their own, but for what it's worth, I'll make sure you have one.'

595/600

[~Phantom]

mark, Female called Crystal

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Name Meaning ;; One of the four words in Ancient Greek
which can be rendered into English as "love".
Gender ;; Female
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Parent ;; Tandria [Tundra]
- viscets in story ;; Branor
Story ;; xxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxx→
Word Count ;; 597/600

xxxxxxIt had been twenty years since Tandria, otherwise known by close family as Tundra, had her son Branor. Branor was a handsome viscet, born a single child with no father. When Tundra first found out she was pregnant, she was horrified. She was just twenty-two at the time and freshly out of college for criminal law and EMS. The father didn’t want anything to do with her poor boy so they grew up with little money and long hour work shifts, eating the little ramen they had left in their cupboards. But as Branor grew older with each passing moment, Tundra finally got time to stable her bank account and move her and Branor to a better district over-all with a small quaint house that was just enough for them.

xxxxxxAt the age of nineteen now, Branor moved out of the house with his new girlfriend. Tandria was alone once more. With her mother and father out of the picture, her son moved out with his girlfriend to go to college for criminal law like herself, and her son’s father nowhere to be found after leaving without a trace. Tundra was completely, and utterly alone.

xxxxxxFor countless years on end, Tandria would continue with the same routine day after day. She would awaken herself, get dressed in a black, tight fit under armor shirt, throw on some spandex or other yoga like pants, slip on her steel-toes and blue and black Nike cap. Then move
from her bedroom to the small one-person bathroom and put on some quick mascara to make her eyelashes pop. She would then proceed to
move to the kitchen and bake the same thing she did every morning. Bacon with a side of thin cut potatoes covered in salt and butter. She
drank orange juice with her meal every day. Never learning after fourty-one years to not drink her orange juice before brushing her teeth befor
e heading to work. Every morning she continued this routine. After her breakfast, she would go out to her car, or before breakfast if it was wint
er, she would start up the car and blast the heaters to warm up the car and then eat.

xxxxxxShe drove to work, parking in the same spot she had been for the past 18 years and counting. She was the senior on her shift and she ho
nestly liked it that way. People always treated her with respect. As she continued on her routine day, she felt something in her gut like it was
different. Like something was going to happen any moment.

xxxxxxIt was almost cliché the way an announcement went overhead. “Tundra, please come down to the briefing room.” Her heart seemed like
it skipped a beat when her name was called as she had no clue what it was for. Her hand gripped the firefighter pole with force. After forty ye
ars, she still had it in her. Giving herself a small laugh after thinking that, she headed into the room. Sitting on the table was a small egg in a blank
et wrapped in a bow. It was adorable; someone had to be one lucky couple. She looked over at her sergeant with a questioning glance. “It w
as left at our steps.” He held his hand on his hips.“Isn’t that a bit cliché?” she asked. Touching the egg. It felt warm under her paw. Something flu
ttered inside of her, she had to take care of this baby. It wouldn’t burden her. A smile played across her lips. “I’ll care for her if that’s what you
are asking of me.”
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xxxxxxxxxxxxxall art is by myself
tandria and branor belong to myself as well

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[Thedogpals]

Username: Thedogpals
Name: Melody
Gender: Female

Story: She was left in a cello case outside near a music school, her mother had to leave her because of poor conditions of living and no money. As an orphan, she lives in the music school, her love for music is never quenchable. She likes wearing glasses and bow ties to make herself look more fancy and neat. She loves playing the piano and the violin. She currently owns a dark blue violin and she rents out a oak wood piano from the music school. She one day wishes to teach youth the glory of music.

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[DogLife.]

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Username: DogLife.
Name: Frost
Gender: Male

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Story:

She ran through the snow. A mother who had no mate, just a Viscet who had died. In the snow. The mother ran, carrying close an egg with their baby inside. But she wouldn't be there for their birth, she was to die before then. When her mate had been shot, she had been caught with a bullet too, grazing her chest and lodging another in her hind leg. She was running, leaving a trail of blood behind her, and still she pushed on, desperate to find a safe place for her baby. The child she would never ever meet.

Finally the mother found a spot near a cave, and dug a hole. She held the egg to her chest, before placing a scrap of fabric she had found on the run in the hole. From her wrist she removed a shiny ribbon, and kissed the smooth surface of her little egg, then wrapped it into a bow. It was awful leaving her child a few days before Christmas, but it was her only option.
"Remember, love, even though you will never meet me, be brave and know that I love you, okay?"
Then she placed the egg in the hole, and left to meet her death.

A couple of hours later, a band of three Viscets came to stay in the cave.
"Race you there!" called out the boisterous male Jace, chasing Skylla to the mouth as she shrieked in laughter. Ghost grinned, but her smile was short lived. A sense of loneliness filled her heart, not coming from her, but from something else.
"Jay, Sky, hold up. There is something here!" She called, as her friends dashed back.
"What is it Ghost?" questioned Skylla, knowing better than to ignore her friends knack of sensing emotions.
"There is someone here, I am not sure who..." She paused, looking at someone only she could see. Jace and Skylla looked at one another, knowing Ghost was talking to her guide. "Sorry, Suki says it's another Viscet, but it doesn't feel like one of us. It's there." Ghost finished, pointing to a dip in the snow.
Jace ran over, and let out a soft whistle. "Ghost, Sky, it's an egg..."

It wasn't long before Jace and the others set up a fire, taking advantage of Ghost's spirit friend Carrie, with the element of fire.
"Shall I get Shadow to take a look at the baby, to make sure it's okay?"
"Yeah" Sky and Jace nodded together, Shadow was an earth elemental with the ability to heal.
After a few minutes, Ghost looked up, smiling. "He's okay guys, just a little cold. Thanks Shadow!"
For a while they sat up in the dark, talking and laughing over the flickering light of the fire. Finally, Skylla went to sleep. Ghost set up a candle, the soothing smell would keep her calm if nightmares came to call.

She curled up around the little egg, smiling with content. Jace grinned down at her, sitting to her side.
"He's going to be fine. The baby is going to be great. We'll look after him"
"Yeah, I wonder who left him?"
"We will never know, but we will care for him, always, okay"
"Okay. He'll need a name, don't you think?"
"Something wintery, like Snow or Icicle?"
"What about Frost? As beautiful and perfect as he is?"
"Good idea."
Jace nodded off, and Ghost curled closer to the little egg, containing the baby boy called Frost. She fiddled with his blue ribbon. "Hi there, little one. It's okay, I'll look after you, and love you forever and always..."

(600/600) (Ghost, Jace, Skylla, Suki, Shadow and Carrie all belong to me)

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Frost with foster parents Ghost and Jace, and Aunty Skylla