[sinnadaddy]

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[Qualeo]

"Dream and give yourself permission to envision a You that you choose to be"
-Joy Page

Hi, my name is Qualeo! I'm new to this adoptable, but hope to make this outstanding girl my first <3

~ ~ ~ ~ T H E x B A S I C S ~ ~ ~ ~

Name

I have decided to name this girl Paradise.
Whenever I think of dreams,
I think of a reality in which I can create to anything.
I feel that dreams are my ultimate paradise,
even though some may not feel like it.
I feel that even nightmares are a paradise,
showing my hunger for
excitement and adrenaline.
That is why I decided to name her Paradise;
because she is a dream I
would most definitely want.

Gender

Female. I admit I probably would pick her as
a female even if I got to choose. She just seems so feminine and adorable that
I couldn't see her as anything but a female.

Birthday

February 25th

~ ~ ~ ~ D R E A M I N G x O F x M O R E ~ ~ ~ ~

Yes, this girl is based off of Princess Celestia from My little Pony Friendship is magic.
I instantly could tell from her beautiful tail, stunning wings, the horn,
and sun mark both individuals share. I must admit while I may not be a big fan of the pony series,
this Ceiral captures the essence of the pony perfectly!

Sassy - Gracious - Independent - Strong-willed - Loyal

~ ~ ~ ~ D R E A M I N G x O F x S T Y L E ~ ~ ~ ~

Paradise's accessory is a few tail accessories, which you can see in the artwork. They drape over her tail and include white diamonds along the golden chain. She enjoys many other accessories actually, but this is the only one she wears constantly. She is a big fan of diamonds and gold, so this fits her perfectly.

~ ~ ~ ~ D R E A M I N G x O F x T H E x P A S T ~ ~ ~ ~

H i s t o r y

Ever since Paradise was born, she knew she was different. From a very young age she had her wings, though at the time she was unable to fly. She was the first, and only, child of her parents, both of whom were unable to comprehend why she was the way she was. Despite this, they raised her to the best of their abilities. They treated her like any other Ceiral, teaching her their ways and hunting for food. She felt like any other Ceiral during this time, playing with other children they met and snuggling up to her mother whenever it was time to sleep.

However, her parents were unable to raise her forever. They knew that in the future she would need different guidance, so she was taught how to survive on her own from a very early age. As time grew by, they gently waned her off their presence. Eventually, despite ho much they loved her, they had to leave her on her own. They simply could not keep up with her anymore, as over the years she had learned to fly. She had spent many nights watching the owls flying around, studying their wing movements and eventually mimicking their flying patterns. When the time was right, she knew that she had to leave her parents and find her own way in the world. She knew that, no matter how hard she tried, she could never fit in with normal Ceirals. Nobody could keep up with her and her wings.

For many years she traveled, unaware of the peace she left behind her as she flew. She had learned how to fly, but not that she had other hidden talents. To this day she still is not completely aware of her talents, simply traveling and flying in the sky. Sometimes she will stop and rest, causing those around her to fall in to a peaceful trance. While she has noticed this strange occurrence, she never thought anything of it and continued on her way. Eventually, others became aware of her presence, calling her "sandman" for the sleep and dreams her very presence would induce.

S T O R Y

The light was fading; the sun stealing it along with its warmth as night fell. The few critters still scattered around dashed in to their homes, preparing for another night of rest. The birds fells silent, the squirrels hid, and the mice disappeared from sight. As the sun bid its farewell, the moon crept in to view. It's glowing light was the signal for another world to begin.

'Another night already? Hmph, the nights come by so fast' Paradise sighed in her slept, currently curled up in a bush. Her wings trembled a bit as she yawned, eyes slowly popping open as she took in the night. It was quiet, as most of the forest was asleep. Silence was just how she liked it.

"You sure took your time, hoo" Paradise rolled her eyes at the voice, glancing up at the brown owl perched on a branch above her. Her large, yellow eyes stared directly at her, as if he were studying her closely. The Ceiral slowly rose, wings unfurling as she dug her claws in to the tree nearby. While she could fly up, she chose to climb the tree instead. Flying was a bit too fast for reaching an area only a few feet above her. She had tried it before and it had not ended well.

"Last night was hard Xavier, what can I say. I was flying for so long. You wouldn't know, since you were on my back the entire time you lazy dork" Paradise sniped, earning a hoot of defiance.

"I was simply resting my wings! Its not my fault I fell asleep. You know how it is. You always lull me to sleep whenever I'm near you" Xavier hopped across the branch to where she was, gently nipping her ear. Paradise winced before staring the owl down, sucking in air before expelling it right at him. Xavier tottered backwards, hooting loudly and flapping his wings to regain his balance.

"Very. Mature. If your mother knew how you were treating me..."Paradise sighed, rolling her eyes and drowning out his words with her own thoughts. He could be so overbearing at times, treating her like she was still a child. She had long since grown to be an adult, so she knew she did not need his guidance anymore. When she was younger, Xavier had watched over her and helped her perfect her flying. Her family had never interacted really with other wildlife until Xavier. He had offered to watch over her in exchange for a home, a deal her parents eagerly accepted. they knew she would need flight training and who better to train her than a flying animal himself!

"...are you even listening to me? Paradise?" Xavier bounced over to her, nipping her ear gently again. Paradise jumped a bit this time, losing her grip on the tree and sliding back down. Out of instinct, her wings unfurled, and before she knew it she was in the air. She struggled a moment before she regained her balance, glaring at the owl flying towards her.

"Xavier! Ugh, nevermind. Come on lets just got before you rip my ear off" Paradise scowled, waiting for the smaller owl to perch on her back before she took off. Her tail whipped around wildly behind her, Xavier yawning as it did so.

"You'd think you'd be able to stay up at night since you're an owl after all" Paradise spoke after a few minutes, breaking the awkward silence. Xavier tottered a little before yawning again, hooting tiredly.

"Well I used to be able to stay awake until you can around. I don't know what it is about you. You just cause everybody to fall asleep when you whip that tail around..."Xavier yawned again, hooting softly as he drifted off. Paradise glanced behind her, smiling a little. Xavier looked so much cuter when he was asleep and not pestering her. She sighed, shifting her attention ahead again as she flew forward. It was strange that everybody fell asleep around her. At the same time, it wasn't fair. Paradise wanted to make more friends than Xavier, but with everyone falling asleep round her, she could not even get a few words out. It was depressing.

'It doesn't matter though. I have Xavier and a whole world to explore. I'll meet somebody eventually' Paradise reassured herself, beating her wing faster as she flew out in to the distance.

[Clive]

My Username: Aviator
Ceiral Name: Celes
Ceiral Gender: Female
What is this Ceiral based off of? [obviously] Princess Celestia
[Hint;; Its a character from a TV show]: MLP: Friendship is Magic
5 words describing personality:
Art [Optional booster]:
One optional additional accessory:
Other:

Wip Wip Wip

She is so gorgeous omg

[millennium.]

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↷This is one down right special, and magical Ceiral. And you know what
they call the glowing thing that come off of of Unicorn`s horns in My little
pony? Auras! So, why not Aura? And at that, she is based of a pony.

↷kind -- sweet -- mysterious -- shy -- polite

↷Why of course, she is female.

↷Her shroud and golden cuffs,
and she commonly wears them.

↷Aura makes her home in the clouds.
↷Aura wears her cloak in public beacuase it would ruin her reputation as the SandCeiral.And that is beacuse it has happend before, and people who have seen her have writtin books and Fairytales about her.But she later learned that that was a good thing, because that kept young Ceirals asleep at night, and hoping of good dreams.
↷There are some Ceirals who know now Aura, but those are the people whom she trust deeply.

↷I want to give you a clear picture on what Aura`s personality is like.And everybody has their flaws.
↷Kind; Aura is truly a kind soul.When she goes out in the public, people stare at her but she does not mind,and she is very kind to children,and noth just because she gives them(And everyone) good dreams;Its becuase she has a kind heart.
↷Sweet;Just as she is kind and caring, she is sweet."Sweeter than candy!" some say.
↷Mysterious; Some people wonder about her, she is there one day, then gone.But not just her actions is mysterious, but her personality is She can sometimes excessively talk about dreams and how they work[color=#FFFF00]↷[size=85]Polite; "Excuse me, ma`am." "[i]Lovely day, isn`t` it?" Aura is a most certainly a polite ceiral, with her kind of personality, it makes most Ceirals wonder about her.
↷Shy;Yes, she is the shy type.She is like that to try and not blow her cover,but she is never the less a a unique ceiral.
↷Hard working; As you may know, being the sand ceiral is not easy,It requires sleepless day and nights.But many years of practice does it.Aura is very hrad working indeed.There are many nightmares around, and it is quite hard to get rid of them.Also, there are many Ceirals sleeping at all times of the day, so when Aura has to rest, there is another ceiral sleeping who needs good dreams.
↷Un-Serious; Honestly,you might be suprised at how well, un-serious Aura is, despite the big responsibilty she holds.Seriously! Aura is sort of laid-back,but tries to keep on schedule.



↷Aura is based off of Princess Celestia from My Little Pony:Friendshipe is magic. I honestly love the series, and I love this Ceiral.



↷ This is how Aura`s cloak,golden bracelet and necklace looks like.
This is a drawing of Aura flying.
And this is Aura in her home in the clouds.
This is a picture of Flare(Now Dream Flare) just hatched from her egg.
This is Dream Flare.
This is Aura`s dream dust.
↷They were all done by me.


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I want her becuase I am new to this species.Also because she is a true beauty, and I love the series and I cant belive you actually made one based from Princess Celestia! Plus,I love the show.And no not think about me abandoning this girl, beacause I will most definently use her.



↷ I would RP with her even make a story with her,because I have a great idea for one,and draw tons of drawings of her.




↷
True Light by Vic Mignogna,trust me,its a beautiful song~
Sisshou,again by Vic Mignogna,and its a truly great song as well~



A brief history

I woke up,and I felt as though as woke up from a long slumber. I looked around,I was in a Forest,with the moon above me.Is this normal? I just got up and looked around,I got bored soon,so I decided to go out of the forest,and I came upon a small town. "Uh...Hello there." I asked a young ceiral.She just looked at me. "Hi...." and she walked away. Did I do something? I asked myself,becasue as far as I now,I`m normal.Wait,am I.No scratch that,I woke up in a forest! But no one knows that. I looked around,and saw a small puddle.I looked at it and gasped. I looked much different than others! I had a horn and wings,and no other ceiral had that,and not even the female ceiral I said Hi to. I ran into he forest, and flapped my wings,and went back to the sme palce were I was first. "Whats wrong,young one?" the Moon asked. "Other ceirals think,I`m,different and wierd.I don`t even know my name." I said as I looked up. "Your name shall be Aura.And,in the years to come,you will be a great help to others.So go out there,and you will learn." "Aura..." I said to my self. As I was walking out the frost,I cam a cross a baby Pheonix,who fell out of the nest. I helped the baby back up in the nest. "There you go..." I noticed the parents were not there,but I had to leave,so the parents would not get mad at me. When I went to the town,most ceirals were asleep,and there was a young ceiral,lost. "Whats wrong?" I asked "I-I am lost!" "I`ll help you get back home!Hop on my back." The young and tired Ceiral hopped on my back and soared. "Do you see your house anywhere?" I asked. "That one,that one!" She pointed to a white house.I hopped on the window and opened it, and put her on her bed,and tucked her in. "That you for helping me..." She closed her eyes and squirmed and I just,had this feeling.....I wavered my tail over her,and a smile spread on her face. I looked at her one last time....and hopped out the window,I was on my way back to the forest,when I Pheonix caught my attention."Thanks for saving our daughter,we are greatful and will pay you back one day..." The mother said. I dipped my head and went back to the fprest. "You did well." said the moon.


short story:

↷Aura was in her cloud home, and night was breaking.She put on her shroud, her golden bracelet, and her neclace.She flew down to the ground,and she came out of an alley to make it look natural.Being the sand ceiral was no easy job,you know.She made sure to stay hidden,then she flew up to a room in a house.There was a young female Ceiral with a stuffed puppy in her paws.Aura spreaded her dream dust from her tail on the sleeping Ceiral,gving her dreams of her first puppy.She saw the young Ceiral smile and cuddle closer to her puppy plush toy.Things like this made Aura smile,and made her like her job even more, yes, her job was great.Then she heard the door open and she flew out the window as quickly as possible.Then parent of the sleeping Ceiral smiled as she saw some floating dream dust."I knew it,the sand Ceiral is real!" The parent ceiral closed the door with a smile. Aura heard the parent Ceiral, and she smiled, and came back inside and gave the young Ceiral a quick kiss on the cheek and flew out to the night, making more and more happy dreams.But when her work was done,which was quite rare,She saw in her cloud, a little egg with a crack."An egg?" Aura asked herself..The egg broke and a little Phoniex came out."How cute! A little Pheonix!What are you doing here? Your like me...you dont have any parents." Aura did not remember having parents,she was just herself as far as she could remember.The moon told her her destiny,and that was it.....Aura picked up the Pheonix."I will name you Flare!Do you like that?" Flare chirped."I guess that means less."Its seems like another Ceiral needs a good dream.Want to come?" Flare walked onto Aura back, and Aura soared above a small town, feeling great. But then her 6th sense(Well,her ability to sence when someone needs a good dream) reacted. She went to an apartment with a young Ceiral having a bad dream,moving around, and making crying noises.[i]Pesky Nightmares! Aura was about to use her dream dust to get rid of the night mare, but then she felt a shock along her spine,and memories ringed in her head. When she was alone when she was young,not knowing her self,her only companion the moon.But she came the age when she had to gain her responsibilty as the sand Ceiral.Tears streamed down her face."Hahaha,thought you were leaving that behind?" A ceiral interrupted.Sirilia turned around. "Not you,Mightmare!" Aura said, angrily,looking at the ceiral that was a darkblue shade,and had a tail like her,but was black....The nightmare Ceiral shoot some dark glittering substance at her,and she winced,and then The nightmare ceiral cried and jumped out the window.Aura looked at Flare in amazement.Flares color had changed,and two big feathers sprouting form her head,with some wierd substance coming from them,probably what injured the nightmare Ceiral."Wow,as much as I want to ask you,I have work to do." Aura turned around and spread her dream dust on the sleeping ceiral,and a smile spread on his face. Aura spread her wings and hopped out the window,with Flare,now called Dream Flare flying close behind,yes,her Aura`s job was great.[color]


[color=#FFFF00]↷I would like to credit,and Thank my friend Ara-chan for all the coding, she really helped me alot. I would also like to credit Glitter Graphics for the dividers I usedAnd lastly,I would like to thank you, Pine, for making this Ceiral.I really love this girl,I don`t have a long story, but I did most certainly put my heart into this form. It hope you enjoy it,and good luck in juding,I am sure you will choose the perfect owner for her.

[koegami]

As Much as i'm in love with this gal. I'm Dropping out.
Give my Congrats to the Winner, and Good Luck y'all!

[Downn]

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u s e r n a m e ;;
Hello, I'm Downn. This beautiful ceiral caught my eye awhile ago and I have been planning and working on my form ever since. I am indeed a brony/pegasister, but I didn't want to make Cynthia exactly like the character she was based on, just like others have been saying. That would be boring, just copying an already created characters personality onto something else. No, I imagine the two as very seperate-- in fact, I more closely associate my Cynthia with the moon than I do the sun, which Celestia is associated with. And with that, thank you for reading my form and good luck judging!

n a m e ;;
Her name would be Cynthia. Cynthia is a name commonly used in place of the names of the Greek and Roman goddesses of the moon; Artemis, Selene, and Diana.

g e n d e r ;;
Female

b a s e d . o n ;;
Princess Celestia. Hints: Horn, wings, tail, and sun marking.

p e r s o n a l i t y ;;
protective • reserved • clever • passionate • honest

Protective
Cynthia is rather overly protective. Of things, of others-- everything. She doesn't like it when people touch her things or pry through her belongings. And she finds it even more offensive when someone threatens one of her friends, as she'll take almost no time to rush to their defense.

Reserved
Cynthia isn't an open book. She likes to keep to herself, and sometimes confides in those close to her. She keeps her secrets locked away, and her feelings hidden behind deceiving eyes.

Clever
Cynthia is quite smart. She can outwit most anyone, although doesn't like to brag about it. She doesn't get the chance to most of the time, anyway.

Passionate
Cynthia is very passionate about what she does and doesn't like. She will stand by what she believes no matter what, and it is very hard to change her thoughts on a subject.

Honest
Cynthia almost never tells a lie. It is very rare to catch her doing such a thing, as she doesn't want to get caught lying or deal with the trouble of being hated for being untruthful. She hates when others lie to her, and decided she wouldn't give others that hatred.



a r t ;;
The Wind is Calling by LoneWolf.
Goodnight by LoneWolf.
Sweet Sleep by LoneWolf.

a c c e s s o r y ;;
Cynthia has one accessory she treasures, one she wears most everywhere she goes.
This is the spiral of gold that she wears around her horn. It doesn't do anything, but she holds it dearly to her heart. (pictured here)

p l a y l i s t ;;
Music, hurray! cx I put a little explanation under some of the songs. Not all of them needed it though.

Someone Like Me by Aviators
Cynthia's thoughts and feelings! Pretty much her theme song <3

Lullaby for a Princess by ponyphonic
Exploring Cynthia and her sister's relationship, after her death.

Breathe by Aviators & Elspongie

Reflection (a cover by me) from Mulan (original song here)

s t o r y ;;
This story shall be told from Cynthia's point of view.

☼ ☀ ☼ ☀ ☼

I was born a normal ceiral-- or, as normal as I could get with a horn, wings, and floating mist that surrounded my tail. So, really, I wasn't born normal. I was born quite different. My parents always told me I was special, and beautiful, and unique. They told me I was magical. That I brought sweet dreams to those that needed them. As a young child, I didn't truly understand this.
A few months after I was born, my sister entered our strange little family. My parents named her Layla. She became my best friend and constant companion. But, sadly, she was born quite sickly and frail-- she took much longer to learn to walk than usual, and was prone to strange fits where she would collapse and become weak. She usually ran a fever after one of her fits, although she got over them after a few days most of the time.
Despite Layla's health problems, we were quite happy little toddlers. We were curious, ready to explore every nook and cranny that was in our way.
Sadly, I didn't stay a toddler for long. I became a child while Layla was still little. Now that I was older, I wanted to have more friends than just my family. I craved socialization and the company of new acquaintances. And so, I left the house more often, talked with others, put myself into the world. But to my surprise and dismay. . . that didn't end well. All the other children teased me for my looks, and how strange and different I was. None of them wanted to go near me. Their parents didn't want them near me, either-- they feared the power that I had. They thought I was some sort of evil sorceress.
And so I became antisocial. I rarely left the thick forest we lived in, for fear of being bullied once more. I only spoke with my family, and even then I wasn't very open. While I still loved my sister very much, we weren't as close as we used to be. And it wasn't just because of me-- she seemed a bit more secretive as well.
Members of my extended family all lived nearby-- they would visit often. They all loved me, and all the kids (and even some of the adults) looked up to me. I didn't see why; I was the one with no friends. But they all admired the power I had to put them to sleep and give them wonderful, serene dreams. Sometimes they would have me put them to sleep at night.
As I did this, I began to realize something. Something was missing, something wasn't right. And that's when I realized I never had a dream.
I knew what they were, and somehow I knew what they were like; sights and sounds of reality, all taking place in the mind. And yet. . . I could not recall ever having one dream. And so, the little kid me would go to sleep every night with my face buried in my misty tail, attempting to have one dream. But a dream never came. Instead, I would fall into a deep, quiet slumber with nothing to disturb me. I found it strange, but never thought much of it. But on some nights, when I put all the others to sleep, and placed perfect fantasies into their heads, I would feel jealousy. Just a twinge. And I wished that I might one day be normal.
Eventually, all my family wanted me to bring them dreams in the night. I got tired of that very quickly, and it soon became a chore. A job. But there was one that never wanted me to do so-- Layla. She told me she didn't need me to give her dreams, and would fall asleep without my assistance. I shrugged it off, and continued doing it for everyone else.
And so, every night after bringing my family the magic of sleep, I would take flight. Well, not at first-- at first it was just sort of jumping out of trees, attempting to teach myself how to fly. Since none of my family had wings, they weren't much help in flying lessons. I got the hang of it after a few weeks of flapping, gliding, and falling.
So every night, I would fly above the clouds and just feel the peace and calmness of just being alone. It was a nice break and rest after the evenings I spent putting my family to sleep.
On one of these nights alone, I realized something. As I flew, some mist from my tail seemed to descend below the cloud layer and continue to fall upon the forests where other ceirals lived. So. . . I was bringing everyone sleep and good dreams. I was bringing those who had made fun of me joy in the night. And they didn't know it. And they would never know it, for I had made the choice to hide the power I held.
One day I was taking a stroll through the forest, anxious to get away from the constant sound of talking that seemed to surround her home. I had become rather irritable as I got older, especially now as a young teenager. As I stepped into a clearing, I heard footsteps behind me. Turning around, I saw none other than Layla staring back at me.
"Layla," I said, letting out a breath as I said so, "You scared me!"
She glared at me, not saying anything.
I began to get worried. "Sis? Is there something wrong?"
"Yes, there's something wrong!" The ferocity in Layla's voice scared me, and I took a step back. "All of our family love you, worship you even! And none of them care about me, the little sickly sister who can't even take care of herself." She was so angry her voice was almost a screech.
"Layla," I whispered, stepping back towards her, "I'm sorry if you feel that way. But you have to know, I don't like all the attention, I don't want it--" Before I could finish, Layla growled at me.
"You're a liar. You love all the attention, and all you want is more. That's why you go around flaunting your stupid, mist covered tail everywhere."
I was dumbfounded. I had never known my sister felt this way. There was so much I wanted to tell her, about how I didn't want this, about how I felt jealous of her, with her normal life, and with her friends, and with her dreams sometimes.
But I couldn't. I felt paralyzed. She only became more furious in my silence, and leapt forward as if to attack me.
She landed on my back, and instinctively I jumped up to try to dislodge her and used my tail to knock her off. She tumbled to the ground, a few feet away.
She struggled to get up, and when she finally did, she collapsed again.
No. . . what have I done?
I realized I had just caused one of her fits.
An hour later, Layla was lying in the den, with a high fever and my parents by her side. She wasn't doing very well by the looks of it.
Guilt gnawed at my insides, and I feared I had done something irreversible to my only friend.
Two hours later. Layla begins to have trouble breathing. My parents are afraid this might lead to something worse.
30 minutes later. My parents know it's inevitable. My sister is going to die. With a pleading, despairing look, my mother asked me, "Cynthia. . . would you. . . let her sleep? Bring. . . bring her dreams?"
I couldn't speak. My mouth was too dry. I merely gave a short nod, and stepped toward my sister. I waved my tail over her face, and within seconds her breathing slowed and her eyes closed. She slept. I could've sworn a small smile came upon her face as she began to dream.
A few more minutes passed, and Layla's breathing slowed. In, out. In. . . out. . . In. . . . out. . . In. . . . .
And that was it.
No more breaths were taken by my only sister and my only friend.

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Years later, I took flight in the dark of night. I flew over the dense forest my family had once inhabited. Now, they had moved on to a lighter place, somewhere where they didn't have to be reminded of my sister at every turn.
Following the death of my sister, other ceirals began to accept me. Word got around of her death, and how I had given her those last sweet dreams to hold onto, and they seemed to gain a newfound respect for me and my powers. Some even began to notice that how every night I flew overhead, and how whenever I did they began to have good dreams and long slumbers. They were no longer afraid.
But now, the area where I flew, barely any ceirals ventured. There were other animals, but no truly large species had deemed it a fit place to live.
The only reason I flew here tonight was to remember my sister, and the good times we had.
I glided down near the treetops and let the tips of my feet brush against the topmost branches. I got lower and lower, descending through the treetops, until I finally alighted onto the forest floor. I glanced around at the trees surrounding me before curling up on the layer of fallen leaves below me and beginning to fall asleep. As I felt my eyes closing, I pulled my tail around to my face, and breathed in the mist there. I didn't believe it to do anything, for I did it only for the memories it brought back of doing it as a kid. But then. . .
My eyes opened, and I was standing. It seemed I was in the same thick, dark forest, but it was different. I was in a clearing.
Am I. . . finally. . . dreaming. . . ?
I looked above me-- no stars were shining. I tried taking a step, and when I did so, it felt like I was being thrust into cold water. I didn't try moving again. The sound of voices whispering surrounded me, and in the shadows of the trees I saw two pairs of glowing eyes, one above the other.
This isn't a dream, this is a nightmare!
As I thought this, shadows erupted from the forest and were about to overtake me, when--
Gasping, I opened my eyes and stood up. The voices disappeared, the shadows were gone, and I was once again back where I had fallen asleep. My eyes adjusted to the darkness, and I took flight almost immediately.
As I left the woods, I could have sworn that out of the corner of my eye I saw a tail with a dark blue, mist like substance floating around it disappearing into the trees.

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Layla is not a real ceiral nor ever will be. If there ever is a ceiral named Layla they have no connection with the Layla in this story. Thank you <3

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Dream of the Dusties. Though she prefers to be called Dream or Mist.


Though I don't fancy mlp fim I love their character designs. And know most of the characters. ( Just noting this now; Dream is in no way related to princess celestia. She is her own character, thanks for understanding) <3

Well,

Dream is always calm. In no situation has she ever panicked. She always solves the problem without any trouble. Dream enjoys being calm, because she likes to be told how well behaved she is in times that may seem disastrous.

Despite her looking sugar and spice she can really come in handy on your team in any battle. She extremely strong, though she never hurts anyone innocent, young or old. She uses any part of her body as a weapon. She is great in battle as far as strength goes. Those who underestimated her are shown how she really is.

Dream is very smart and tricky to figure out. It takes her a while to trust anyone. She is very smart and watches everyone outside of her world with much caution. Dream doesn't have many friends, but she is sometimes considered "the popular kid" because of her beauty and grace in school, for in school she is sugar spice and everything nice.

Dream is both mentally and physically fast. She is a quick learner, but she is also always on her toes. She enjoys being quicker than most because she is able to show blows. Dream participates in various sports track (running) being her favorite. She is smarter than most and would be considered advanced. She is taking all advance classes.

I could think of, like 10, different words to describe her that haven't been listed. But unorganized has to be included here. This is what you might call her "con" as in " pros and cons" Anyway this is her con. She is so unorganized. She is hardly ever able to find or remember where she set her things. She is in High School and she has a locker. If you saw your locker here are things you might say " oh my goodness." "How do you find things in there?" "OMG what is that horrible creature in your locker!?" "Yeh that's nice- got any gum?" That's how messy it is.

If she had an extra accessory she would probably loose it, however there is something she most of the time is able to find. It is a single sock. It is this color. And she wears it on her back right leg. She has lost it 3 times in her life. That's a record!

Dream loved the feeling of wind through her whiskers as she flew as fast as she could. Each time stopping at any house reeking of nightmares. Almost there. She had spotted a house of nightmare. This was her favorite part. She stopped abruptly and let herself fall then she spread her wings and the current took her upwards. She plopped through a window and into the child's bedroom. She lay there sleeping. She would twitch every once in a while. Finally Dream of the Dusties, squished her tail over the girls head and she now lay peacefully. Dream ran toward the window and hopped out. She continued speeding through the night. Stopping nightmares in her tracks and never missing a house and doing her route three times a night keeps the nightmares away.