Our names...
We are pterodactyl and Xhat, respectively.
Their names...
And they are Procyon and Chara; and both
names have been derived from the stars.
[[pterodactyl is going for #5, and I for #6]]
[Part I - by pterodactyl]
A forlorn twinkling in the distance, our atmosphere cuts the light into brief and intermittent flashes. Eventually, we learn that the star has gone out with a cosmic bang, destroying all in its wake. In this death, the cycle begins anew, a new star is born from the ashes of the old one, but sometimes. Only sometimes. We, ourselves, we were reborn out of the chaos of destruction. We were born out of the violence and the hatred for our prosperity and kindness. Together, I came. Together, we went. Together... together.
The elders tell me stories of their former selves, realized of the past what we are to expect in the future. In my dreams, I remember what it was like before this same thing happened to our own distant planet. The turbulence causes me to lose control again, crashing blindly to the world, crashing into every solid surface, including a body like my own. We are one, intertwined. In this maelstrom, this chaos, my other half protects me and I them. Together, we are able to overcome the tide of the storm and come out, free and clear. We made it to the true surface, a thriving grass with a heavenly aura, and we stopped short of burning to a crisp. We were meteorites, and we smelled first of raw dirt, of the blinding heat that singed our surroundings upon impact. I remember this day fondly, as it was our first out of the horrible, blinding past. Out of the past that plays like a seamless stream of images, of words and sounds and feelings...
But we were home again. We had found our new home. There was nothing else for here but newness.
I am Procyon, one of the two. I am named for a star of this Earth sky, of this world that is not unlike our own, thriving with energy but also with life. It is strange and it is new. I love the way that the air fills my lungs, it tastes of everything and also nothing. It carries the scent of new adventure. Together, we will find our way back to our past, if even it takes precious years.
Together with my other half, we will remember what truly happened. Together.

[Part II - by Xhat ]
This world… it was different, in the sense that we had little to no idea of where exactly we had landed. It had
been a very new experience for us; everything was diverse, unlike the place where we had been floating in a
seemingly endless spiral. We were not separated, nor did we disperse, we were we; together as we had always
been.
The tales of what had come were endless, and I could only find myself growing more curious. Everything in this
place was new, and as such, it had much to discover. Together we traverse across this great plain, sometimes
running into obstacles that prevent us from our goal. It had been said that these things would happen, or so
that was what our elders had told us. Difficulty after difficulty was being thrown at us, but as a pair that was
near inseparable, we were able to overcome anything.
I cannot see exactly what this world holds, but I can feel it deep within me. The so-called stars that twinkle high
above our heads, and the blades of grass that dare to touch my paw pads when I come into close contact with the
ground. There was no real objective to our newfound travels, although… there was one thing we wished to do, with
all of our being; or at least, this was what I often feel. There is no doubt that my partner feels it too.
I yearn for the feeling of knowing our origin; where exactly we came from.
And so that was what instigated me to start this journey of ours, or rather, I could only follow the only one I
trusted within such an unreliable world. My twin, my humble partner, my companion in times of need... My
other half: Procyon.
I myself go by the name of Chara, also named after a star that floats high above. Apparently it is one of the
“Hunting Dogs”, pairing nicely with the name that my partner has donned upon themselves. Hunters is a good
definition of what we are, and what we strive to do. We crave the satisfaction of pouncing upon our prey; the
truth behind what exactly had become of us way back in a past time.