[saka.]

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Username; Pᴇᴛʀᴀ
Name; Zadkiel
Gender; Female
Personality; Silent
Affectionate
Caring
Secretive
Reserved
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As a child, was always told to follow her dreams. However, she took this so literally. She spent one entire day building this magnificent dream catcher. Whenever got an dream idea, the dream catcher would glow and would lock the dream away safely so if needed help with succeeding that dream or remembering what dreams she wanted to accomplish in her life, she would have something to unlock those lost dreams and would be able to revive them, no matter how old they are, and see if she still feels the same about it.

[Lady Sif]

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Who are you?
I'm Lady Sif, Nice to meet you.
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Who is this plumie sleeping by your side?;
Well, that can change day to day.
Apollo on He days or Artemis She days

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What do you mean he days and she Days?;
Ah, he's gender fluid, depending on the day he can be a he or she. Today it's he.
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What are they like?
Warm - Anxious - Independent - Reserved - Enigmatic
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Is there a story behind that dream catcher they're holding?
Yes, it's the only reason he's sleeping right now.

When Apollo was little he could never sleep, he would spend all night up reading
or just laying in his bed without anything better to do. Those few times he would
fall asleep it was nothing but nightmare filled horrors. No medicine would help
and finally his mother couldn't watch it any longer. Having already tried everything
else, his mother resorted to an old legend that she had only ever heard from her
grandmother when she was only a young adult.

As the stories go his mother gathered a feather to match his, a band-tailed pigeon's
breast feather, given to her by the birds. Then the ring itself was made from a western
hemlock with darkened cedar roots making up the string that she wove inside it.

The feather was attached with the sap of a Douglas fir and so it was complete.

When she finished her work she brought it to Apollo, who was unsurprisingly still up.
He asked her what it was and she told him that it was to catch sleep for him so that
if he ever wanted to go to bed he would only need to take some of the sleep from the
catcher.

Now to this day I've never known if it was the catcher truly doing it's job, or the
belief he had in it that it would, but I do that it worked. Ever since then all he's
had to do is nuzzle the little thing in his paws, close his eyes and he'll be out like
a light. If he's going somewhere that catcher goes with him. It's pretty sweet.

Now if you'll excuse me, I've had a long day and I think I'll join him in that realm.
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[suzu]

Username;
Name;
Gender;
Personality; (5 words max)
Why it has the Dream catcher; (350 words max)


wip afs

[Moorray]

Ignore

[tigressa]

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"Cʟᴏᴜᴅs ᴀᴛ
....ɴɪɢʜᴛ"
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noot
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.{tigressa}
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boo
boo

.....................................{somber . silent . secluded . bitter . hopeful}

The glow of her spirit began to flicker, her image distorted
and twisted beyond recognition. Her eyes locked with his and in that moment, all
he could feel was a sense of empowerment, with panic lurking close behind. Panic
was seeping in. It felt like the world was collapsing upon him.

A faded paw reached out suddenly and placed in his palm the dream catcher that
had adorned her neck for many centuries, passed down upon generations and genera-
tions in the dynasty. She gasped her last breath, nudging his cheek urgently as if that
touch alone would keep her grounded there. It left tingles upon his skin, a blade
cutting scars into his heart."Funny how the time passes, huh?" She beamed, but it was
fake. All fake. Despite it all, he smiled a crooked grin at that, though he felt numb inside.

But then she was gone before he could utter another word. Fragments of light, leftovers
from her spirit, glowed brightly in the sky, swirling in the wind, away from him.
Tears pricked his eyes then when he realized that he was alone once again. Always.
The word echoed in his mind. it was her promise. Their promise. How could
everything go so wrong?

The people grieved for days among the clouds, their tears becoming rain for the
lands below, wetting the roots of seedlings that had only just begun. Regrowth.
Revive. Someone had to take the throne. A new feather was added to the
dreamcatcher, nestled beneath his hair. Sariyah kept it close to his heart.
He knew the queen would rise again. Of course she would, he knew her best...

But bitterness pooled beneath his skin now as the crown was placed upon his head.
It felt wrong. It didn't belong. This was his mother's throne. He couldn't take her place.
But then a loud whistling cut into the night and the people rejoiced as shimmers of
light lit up the stars in blinding colors. Fireworks. He felt tears on his cheeks.

And he couldn't help but think. It should've been me instead.

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[nyota]

RES RES RES RES

[Karmaloco]

dropping, im an owner now <3

[.starfish]

Username; ~Caramel~
Name;
Gender; Female
Personality; Shy, loyal, creative,
Why it has the Dream catcher; (350 words max)

Reserving

[dogish]

res

[fish out of water]

Username; Fish out of Water
Name; Ayita, (A-yeetah) meaning 'First to Dance' in Native American
Gender; Female
Personality; (5 words max) Brave, outgoing, giving, strong willed
Why it has the Dream catcher; (350 words max) Ayita legs burned, her stomach clenched. She bolted through the tall grass, her starry black hair wrapped in a small braid over her shoulder. Utina, her younger sister had braided it in the morning when they were back at camp. She looked up, the stars displaying themselves for all to see. She looked around, none of the Wahkoowah or 'charging bear' men were anywhere to be seen, so Ayita sat down with a sigh. "Ayita?" it was a faint whisper of a familiar voice. She stood, standing on her hind legs to get a better view, looking for the source of the voice.
As she walked forward a few steps, she looked down, tears flooded into her eyes. It was her father, Cheveyo (Spirit Warrior). laying injured in the grass. "Ayita, please go back to camp, the Wahkoowah are gone." he promised. Ayita shook her head, tears pouring down her face now, she buried her small muzzle into her father's matted fur. "Hey, its okay." he whispered to her, stroking her hair with his one free paw, drawing a paw over her floppy ears, and playing with the feathers in her hair. A long howl sounded in the distance. "You dont have much time..." Cheveyo whispered as Ayita stood up nodding through the tears. "Return to camp, and tell the tribe of my story." he told her, kissing her paw as she held him, slipping out of his grasp for the last time.
A moon passed before Ayita ever stepped into her father's tipi. She marveled at the collection of turkey feathers that dangled above the ceiling. She stopped when she saw her name scratched in the dirt. A small dream catcher layed in the dirt next to her. She picked it up as if it was made of glass, marveling over the object. " 'Yita?" Utina walked into the tent and over to Ayita. "Whats th-" Utina stopped, smiling at the object, and taking it from her sister's paws, tying it to her hair with her skillful hands. "Now you are the spirit warrior." | 345 Words |