[PikachuTori25]

Username: corrosive_limes
Name: Gallersius "Glacier" Aquilo Froullst
Gender: Male
Gender for Breeding Purposes:DMAB
Winning Form: click
Owned As Of: 1/4/2019

Final GA of November <3 I really had fun making all five of my viscets this month and I hoped you all liked them <3 Thank you Mint for this huge opportunity! It was one of my dreams to become a GA for viscets and you made that happen. Thank you for choosing me. <3

Anyways!!! To win this viscet....IMPRESS ME! <3

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End Date-
[strike]Currently December 14th at Midnight EST time! Now December 24th at Midnight EST time ;o[/strike]

Mutations -
Draping Tufts (Full Set) - Uncommon

[Prince Audric]

Marking to Watch =)

[corrosive_limes]

{ username ; corrosive_limes • name ; Gallersius "Glacier" Aquilo Froullst • gender ; male - DMAB }

------The icy blue VIscet stood looking out over the bleak tundra before him. His breath puffed up in small clouds before him and he could feel the icy wind blowing around him. He spared a moment to be grateful for his thicker coat to protect him from the frigid temperatures.
------The snowy expanse before him was totally barren, save for a few lone pine trees scattered sparsely here and there. He could see dark clouds looming on the horizon over the jagged mountain peaks, and he knew a blizzard was on its way.
------An especially sharp gust of wind blew through and he shivered. He clutched his spear tighter in his right paw and looked over toward the cloaked brown Viscet standing just ahead and to the side of him.
------"Where do we go from here?" Glacier asked the other Viscet.
------"Due north until we reach the mountain pass, and then west of northwest from there and it shouldn't be far. However," Duarttore paused, "if we can't beat the storm it will take us much longer. If we're to hold any luck of reaching the stronghold before then we'll need to pick up the pace. Otherwise their search party may find icicles in our stead."
------Glacier nodded and tightened his grip. He took a breath and let out a sigh. This was going to be a long journey.

------Glacier is a young and ambitious Viscet. He was born in the Deep North, much farther north than even the most northern outposts or strongholds. His parents were nowhere to be found. Instead, the egg was found by a Master Warlock by the name of Duarttore. He found the egg while on a mission from the queen and his overseer and took it in. He kept it close under his cloak until that night when he made camp, at which point he bundled the white and blue egg in a spare blanket and placed it near the fire to keep it warm.
------He stayed up, logging the days events into his journal and jotting down some questions that had come to mind when he heard faint scratching and ticking coming from the egg. It wasn't much later that Duarttore found himself in the presence of a newly hatched Viscling. He promptly dried off the newborn and wrapped him tight in the blanket again. Seeing how small and defenseless the Viscling was, Duarttore made the decision to call off his mission and return to the nearest outpost so the Viscling could be looked after properly.
------They began the trip back in the morning, well before the first light of dawn. Nearly three days later, they arrived upon the stronghold where a nurse promptly began caring for Glacier - whom Duarttore had named on their journey - and Duarttore took the opportunity to call for the queen via looking glass and explained to her the circumstances. After some discussion, it was decided that they'd return to the palace to determine what to do next.
------From there, Glacier lived a relatively normal life as a young Viscet. Duarttore looked after him as a foster parent, though on occasion he was left in the care of another trusted Viscet in lieu of Duarttore when he had to leave on a mission.
------From a very young age, Glacier was a rambunctious and energetic Viscet, always on the hunt for adventure. He took great interest in the guards and would often sit fascinated and watch as they went through their training drills in the courtyard. It didn't take long for Glacier to tell Duarttore about his desire to be a guard one day.
------In the following years, Glacier had mock battles and drills with other Visclings his age. When he became old enough to be apprenticed, he was apprenticed partially to Duarttore and partially to another Viscet who would teach him while Duarttore was away. For most of his training, he was taught alongside one of Duarttore's other apprentices Taunie and the two became nearly inseparable. Taunie was hotheaded and brash, and Glacier often had to act as her voice of reason and tell her not to do stupid things.
------A few years into Glacier's apprenticeship, while training with Duarttore and Taunie, they discovered quite by accident that Glacier had the ability to breath ice and snow similar to how most dragons breathe fire. In addition, he could manipulate the shape of snow and ice, and even pick it up and move it in a way similar to telekinesis. His training routine was adapted to include some magic lessons as well to hone these newfound skills, and it wasn't long before he mastered them.
------It took many long, grueling years, but eventually Glacier completed his initial training with Duarttore and was ready to be accepted into the Guards to pursue more specialized training with them. After the apprentice graduation ceremony, it was time for Glacier's final test under Duarttore's supervision. The two had to make the long journey to the Guard Stronghold, one of the northernmost strongholds within the kingdom and where the Guards' headquarters was located. It was there Glacier would complete his training in full.
------Glacier said farewell to Taunie and his friends, and he and Duarttore set off before dawn the next day, completely alone out into the arctic wasteland of the north to complete their final arduous journey.

Dante / Duarttore belongs to me.
The Viscet portraying Taunie is currently up for adoption and my form is here. I plan on reusing the concept later if I lose.

[ultimate writer.]

Mark

[Ivyscribblez]

S H I R A
f e m a l e. i n f p. m i n o r g o d d e s s o f i c e a n d s n o w

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Username- Ivyscribblez
Name- Shira
Gender- Female
Gender for Breeding Purposes- Female
s o m e f a c t s
-Rachel’s half sister, she’s full goddess whereas Rachel is only half
-has control over snow/ice
-often helps in the battle against the Emperor, but in her spare time she’s a map maker for northern regions
-lives outside the kingdom in a temple thing
-reaaallly introverted

H e r j o u r n a l...

Mapmaking Journey for the North: Day One
I set out on my journey today to map the northern reaches of the kingdoms. I’ve walked about 15 miles today, but I’ve stopped to make camp by a lovely brook. I’ve got it all mapped, and I’m very excited for the days to come.
I would like to note that I’ve found a peculiar little animal hiding among my camp. It is peeking its small, furry head out from underneath a rock and seems to be observing me. From what I can tell, it is quite cute, but not harmful.
That’s it for tonight. I’ll check back in tomorrow.
-Shira

Mapmaking Journal for the North: Day Two
Another successful day of mapping. I’ve made about 14 more miles of progress, and my map is getting ever so bigger. I’ve stopped in a nice clearing, and it has begun to snow. The snow has definitely brightened my mood, so I’m quite content as I write this today. I’m taking another look around the campsite- and oh, the little creature at my last campsite is back again, but this time it is hiding in plain sight. I went to go see if it would respond to me, but it scampered away before I could do anything. Odd.
Well, I’m checking out now. Another day of Mapmaking tommorow!
-Shira

Mapmaking Journey for the North: Day 3
I’m more than halfway through my journey now. I’ve made 16 miles of progress today. I’ve stopped at a lovely little overlook of a valley; the sunset is beautiful up here. It is still snowing, a bit harsher now, but it is no matter to me. And the creature has followed me again, but this time it is allowing me to approach it. It looks almost like a Viscet, but without the mane and large tail. It is very fluffy and has a nice black and white pelt. When I reached my paw out, it carefully sniffed it, and looked up at me with large brown eyes. I wonder why it is following me, or if it is the same one?
I guess I’ll find out tomorrow. Goodnight once more!
-Shira

Mapmaking Journey for the North: Day 4
The creature was not afraid to follow me in plain sight today, and I’ve made only 12 miles of progress. We are still on track, though, if we can get 17 miles done by tomorrow. I’ve made camp in a small outcropping, and still it is snowing. The creature seems to be shivering from the cold, and I’m not sure how to comfort it. The only thing I would be able to do is make it colder. For now I’ve cleared away a spot on the outcropping so that no snow will touch it, and the creature seems to like it. I’ve nicknamed the creature Pine for sakes of friendliness. I wonder what it calls me? I think I’m going to take him home with me.
Well, hopefully we can make it 17 miles tomorrow. Goodnight, I’ll be back soon.
-Shira

Mapmaking Journey for the North: Day 5
Pine was struggling today. It looks like my journey may have to be extended, because I only got 10 miles before Pine collapsed, freezing.
I couldn’t just leave him there. I’ve grown kind of attached to his company, and it hurts to see any creature in pain. I’m doing my best to start a fire, but I’ve never been able to start one, and I don’t think I can now. I’ve decided the best way to warm Pine up is simply to curl my tail around him and use my tail drapes like a blanket for him. He’s getting a little warmer, but I’m anxious. I will be very upset if Pine doesn’t make it.
Mapmaking wise, I’m not sure when I will get home. The company will be worried; I was supposed to be back today.
Hopefully they will understand I had to help a creature in trouble.
I’ll make sure to update you tomorrow.
-Shira

(Extended) Mapmaking Journey for the North: Day 6
I praise the gods we were both able to make it home tonight.
Pine still isn’t doing well, but he is much better. I had to carry him some of the way home, so it was slow going. We were able to arrive quite late, but I’ve completed my map. I’m quite proud of it, too. The company will be purchasing it for quite a lot of credit.
Hopefully Pine will like it here. I’ve asked around, and a few villagers say he’s called a “dog”, which is apparently a common pet for Viscets down South. So it is okay if I keep him, according to townsfolk.
I’ve come back quite satisfied. I’ve got a new friend and a new region mapped.
Signing off for a while!
-Shira

[Prince Audric]

Marking to watch

[PikachuTori25]

4 days left!

[PikachuTori25]

Ending tomorrow, I will allow more time if people need it. And if there's no complete forums (Or if no one asks me for more time), I'll most likely raffle this kiddo off.

[corrosive_limes]

an extension would be great if possible. i have a lot i want to do but my schedule's been so packed the past few days i haven't had time to fit it in

[Knickknacks]

The paper she's reading says something to the effect of: "REWARD for any information regarding the whereabouts of the prince Lucius Boreas Fractalus." Sorry the picture's so huge :>

username:: Knickknacks
viscet name:: Paja
gender:: Female
gfbp:: Female
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The poster jumped out at Paja almost as soon as she entered the square, printed in a straight, bold handwriting so different from the elegant loops that had been used by the previous herald. She hurried closer, slipping through the crowd to get a better look at the words printed there:

Reward for any information regarding the whereabouts of the prince Lucius Boreas Fractalus

Paja plucked the poster neatly off the wall, scrutinizing it for a moment before tucking it into her pocket, drawing her cloak more closely about her, and hurrying from the square as quickly as she could without drawing attention, her fur fluffed out against the winter winds and her skin prickling with fear and apprehension. They’re looking for him.

If he was even alive.

- - -

Two weeks.

That’s how long it had been since a group of revolutionaries had destroyed the ice palace, and with it the benevolent monarchs and countless staff members. The Winter Empire had been shocked into a haze of mourning and disbelief, and the revolutionaries had assumed control of the capital city, their seemingly remorseless leader setting himself up as the governor.

Paja was a member of the resistance against the new rule- an underground group searching for some hope of overthrowing the new governor. For no matter what he claimed about restoration of justice and a new order, the governor was corrupt and ruthless. He’d destroyed the palace and murdered a huge group of Viscets to assume his position.

Most of the resistance’s hope rested on the one possible heir to the old throne- Lucius Boreas Fractalus, the youngest son of the former king. The prince was a rebellious soul, and rumors abounded that he hadn’t been at the palace when it had blown up. The governor had his followers searching for the young prince as well, but neither party had any success as of yet. To the resistance, and those who were still in mourning, the possibility of Lucius still being alive was a beacon of hope, giving them a cause, a potential king to fight for.

There was, of course, the possibility that he wasn’t alive- they would know immediately if the governor caught him, but there was the possibility that he had died in the explosion after all, or perished on the Ice Plain in an attempt to flee the city.

Paja hoped he was alive. But if he was, how would he be when they found him? Strong, full of righteous anger, ready to lead them and overthrow the rule that had killed his family? Weak and broken, begging for their protection? The same as he’d been before the explosion, flippant and laughing and charming? That last option, Paja thought, would be the worst- they could care for a broken prince and marshal behind an angry one, but a laughing one? That wasn’t what the kingdom needed, or wanted. She thought, too, that it would be almost frightening to be around someone who could laugh in the face of his family’s murder. Or perhaps the prince would use laughter as a mask to hide his hurt.

All of this was conjecture, anyways, Paja thought, trying to force her whirring mind into a calmer state. She was almost to the nearest hiding place of the resistance. The leaders would want to hear her news, and be comforted that the prince hadn’t fallen into the hands of the governor.

Wherever you are... please don’t be dead. Stay safe, Lucius Fractalus, Paja thought.