username:
Cry_Like_A_Wolf
name:
Blostnook (Blosten, Nook)
gender:
male
wand:
“No!” The Viscet cried, his teeth gritting together.
The frail, wooden wand was snapped in his paws. The thing vines that held the magic stick together were rotting... and the whimsical powers were gone.
A deep groove was down the middle of the wand, marking exactly where and how to sew it.
This had happened before. And Nook refused to get a new wand.
The vines weren’t any vines, though. Only he could make them.
Invisible to the naked eye, they were lined with thorns only Blostnook’s paw pads could find relief from.
Why this breaking was such an issue? Simple.
Without the wand he couldn’t make more vines.. and without the vines. There was no wand.
Blostnook stares at me.
I quickly take the wand and begin to shove the pieces together. The wood splinters, but I don’t care.
Heart pounding, the wand lights on fire.... forcing me to drop it onto the ground.
The dirt begins to envelope it- bringing it into the ground.
“NO!” Blosten wails at the top of his lungs. The words barely seem to form. After all, he never spoke.
Digging his paws at the ground, tearing up the dirt the Viscet abruptly fell backwards as a sharp pain shot up his leg.
The ground caved in, swallowing the Viscet into a dark cavern below. Blostnook stared at the ground in front of him. The same stick was there- vines and all... no. This wasn’t the same wand.
It was stone.
Virtually unbreakable stone.
Nook picked up the beautiful wand and stared in awe. His wand.
Blostnook left the beautiful cave, the one he would never forget. Silently, the Viscet thanked the earth for repairing his baby. The one thing that made him whole.
(I’ll try to sketch but I have no computer access so idk how I’ll upload it *zooms away*) (also unsure if the writing is considered an extra? I was trying to explain why the wand is the way it is. I’ve only tried out for 2(?) Viscets before if not one. Not used to try out adopts ~)