[Hail.]

This is breathtaking!!! Seriously beautiful!!!

[stormzien]

Username: Tigerblue

Name: King Azlyn

Gender: Male

Why he looks sleepy
Azlyn, he looks sleepy, because well, he is dying. His eyes are slowly shutting because there are not a lot of dreams left in the world for him to feed off of. Slowly, the dark king of nightmares is eating at peoples brains and turning there every dream into a nightmare. His life is slowly come to in end as he lies softly on his bed of clouds. Azlyn will live as long as he can if he is supplied on enough dreams. Azlyn quietly waits and tries to keep his eyes open until his babies come back with dreams for him. He needs at least 15 dreams to live another 2 hours in life. He sleeps to contain energy though.

What Are those Will-O-Whisps?
The little will-os are Azlyn's 'children' They go out and hunt for dreams to give to the king. They can carry up to 30-40 dreams at a time. The fly out at night and search for dreams inside peoples heads. Since dreams only last up to 20 minutes, they have to look for older ones from earlier that night. But since the nightmare king can alter with peoples dreams, he keep making people have nightmares instead on dreams. If they don't bring back enough dreams, the king loses 1 hour of his life each night. So to keep him alive, they have to search during day, too.

Personality
Caring
Well when you think of a king, what do you think of? Either nice or evil right? Well, of course Azlyn is a good king. His main personality trait is caring. He loves taking care of small living things and loves his whisps a lot. He cares for everything really, good or evil, beautiful or ugly, living or not. That is just what he does~
Kind
Along with caring, he is kind. He never does anything bad or evil. He is kind to all living souls, and treats them well! even if they are from another planet or something.
Calm
Since Azlyn is kind and caring, he needs to be calm. He never liked to get angry at nothing or another person just because sometimes, if two souls are connected, one of him and one something else, and he gets angry with it, he can feel the pain they are feeling. Its just one of his powers, but it pains him to hurt something else
Protective
Even though he is calm, kind, and caring, he is also very protective of his loved ones like a king should. He likes to talk things out rather than fight, but if they don't listen, he will take the nerve to fight them, slowly getting stronger and stronger as the battle goes on.

What Does He Dream Of?
When Azlyn dreams, he dreams of when he will die. Its not a nightmare, well, its a semi nightmare, since the nightmare king alters with his dreams too, but not fully, because he cant. Every time he sleeps, his mind goes straight on how and when he will die. All the ways he could be able too. Running out of dreams, heart attack, killed by nightmare king, and many more. He isn't scared by it though. He knows that he will die at some point in life. The only thing that worries him is who will be king and who is going to take care of his whisps. His only son is in deep sleep and needs 1000 dreams to wake up, and they cant spare dreams right now, its too hard. He hopes for the best though.

His Story Line Playlist
First Section- Who Lives, Who Dies, Who Tells Your Story- Hamilton
Why?: Well, its kind of a depressing song, so i chose it because thats the part of his sad time of the rest of his life.

Second Section: Tooth Collection- Rise of the guardians
Why?: I chose this song because the whisps are always out looking for dreams and collecting them! So this song is sort of like the theme for the collecting

Third Section: The Choice- Undertale
why?: There was actually a few other songs i was going to choose but i went with this one because i can picture a king doing king stuff with this song in the background.

Fourth Section: Stoick's Ship- HTTYD 2
Why?: I took this sad song because he is dreaming about his death. I just feel it fits this section

ideas: DO NOT STEAL
-lives off dreams
-dying because not many people are dreaming, and are having nightmares
-little ghosts gather dreams for him
-king of dreams
-his only son is in a deep sleep so if he dies, there will be no king
-huge story coming XD
- res with name King Azlyn (pronounced As-Lin)

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[ThyVampire]

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(Trying out for my first Viscet. I still haven't gotten one after multiple tries. X'D)
AND HERE WE GO. My long story that is so precious to me. I fell in love with it. x.x
I decided to focus everything into the writing like you're asking for.

Username: DemonicSoul~ Name: Leon ~ Gender: Male

Personality:




(About the wisps:) ~ SONG: Gone by Fox Amoore
Leon has always been known to be the adventurous one. Living with his grandparents
near the woods on a farm, he has learned to work hard all his life. Perhaps a little too
boring for him to be doing the same thing over and over again. Though, nearby, the
woods somehow attracted his attention. Every once in awhile, Leon attempted to peer
deeper into the forest and explore a little bit from here and there. But every time he tried,
his grandparents always had scolded him every attempt he made as the woods have been
warned that they are dangerous.

Legend has it, that wisps live in those woods...
Yes, wisps! They say that they lead travelers to their demise.
This is why you must never go there.

But Leon couldn't help but resist! They couldn't be true, could they?

So one night, when everyone was deep asleep and the woods were darker than ever,
Leon attempted to sneak out and see if these wisps could possibly be real. Entering the
forest, the trees creaked and moaned, the wind rushed through his fur, and scurries
from animals rounded about him. However, the determination in his eyes seemed to
hold strong. Of course, he was never afraid of the dark as his bright yellow and orange
fur lit the way for him.

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(Why they look tired?:) SONG: Broken Dreams by Fox Amoore

After a few hours of exploring, he couldn't help but feel exhausted from even trying
anymore. His eyes grew heavy, bags started to sag underneath his eyes and the fire in
his eyes seemed to die down as he had no hope of finding these mythical creatures.
His massive paws seemed to tread slowly from underneath him as they felt like rocks.
Finally, his whole body ached from (who knows how much) walking he had done.

By this point, he was thinking about going home. As he turned towards the direction of
home, he paused. Which way was home? What he didn't realize was the fact that he had
been walking aimlessly this whole time in search of the wisps and never thought about how
to get back home. Others would have probably freaked out by that point, but Leon appeared
to be more calm about it. He would search his way home in the morning when it wasn't so
dark. So Leon decided to hunker down by the end of a tree and rest.

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(What do they dream of?:) SONG: Run With Me by Fox Amoore

Quickly, he had dozed off. His vision began to blur with short visions about little friendly blue
creatures dancing about him. They made adorable little chirping sounds and their eyes were
huge with delight. Leon didn't realize what he was doing much in the dream (like most dreams)
but all he could remember was playing with them. They squealed every time they were playfully
bat at and then swim away through the air to hide before pouncing back at him in the nothing
but black setting around them. However, after he had batted at another one, he heard a loud sound.

Crack!

Leon had woken up. His gaze darted back and forth as he shook off the sleeping feeling.

"What are you doing in these woods? This is no place for young boys like you. Haven't you listened
to what me and your grandfather told you? Get up, we are going home! We were worried sick about you."

Leon sighed as he recognized his grandmother and he slowly got up, sulkily. He couldn't find those
wisps. Perhaps they weren't true and his adventure was for nothing... That sad feeling lingered.
He followed his disappointed grandmother until they returned home, the sun barely peeking
through the tops of the trees.

From behind, a little blue wisp watched him leave.

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[✦ nemuri]

woaH not gonna have time to do this sadly, early congrats to whoever wins!!

[Vixen Luo]

vigorously marks

[dragonscales10]

Username: dragonscales10
Name: Speare
Gender: Male

(Remember that you need to link at least one instrumental song for each section that you finish! It's meant to add to the ambiance :0c Like, epic music for an epic story, I dunno)

- Tell me why they look so tired!
Well, I mean if you must know why I'm soo tired all the time, it is because I am a Star! I am an aspiring author, and my greatest talent is poetry. I am up night and day writing my glorious poetry. While some might be tired from battle or heartbreak, Ichoose to exhaust my earthly vessel because I serve the people. I provide them with knowledge! There is nothing better than the knowledge collected from my beautiful poetry. My pen is forever sliding across countless notepads and sketchbooks, plotting out the perfect story-lines and haiku's. What's that? You'd like to hear one of my poems? Very well, but I have to warn you. This isn't for the weak-minded No, this, this is for one with a mind much like my own. A pristine- Oh yes, right, back to my poem. Here, take this page and feed your mind, I must get back to my scribbles of wisdom.

A poem by Speare

Tis I, the frenchiest fry!
My companions float, in the sky,
around me they fly high!
Alas I saw a guy,
all dressed warm and tight.
Well, this man started a fight,
with a young gentleman clad in white.
Though my wisdom is running out,
dear child don't you pout,
just because I'm out.

Instrumental

- What do they dream of?
Well, that's an odd question isn't it? Oh alright. I'll just tell you the whole story here. There was a loud crashing noise from the basement, and with fear instilled in my steps, I crept towards the basement door. Opening it slowly, my claws grazing the clean, white paint, I peered into the darkness. The fur on my neck spiked up, and I could feel my skin tingling. I stepped down the stairs, each one creaking much too loudly for my own comfort. My paws hit the cold, basement floor and I shivered, my tail trembling slightly against the hard surface. I peered around, slowly turning to the light switch. The room was soon bathed in a very dim, yellowy glow. I sensed something was not right, and gazed into the corners of the room, still dark and shadowed. The basement door at the base of the stairs slammed shut, and I let out a yell. My mind started to reason with itself. It must have been a draft? Maybe an irregularity of gravity, or perhaps the floor wasn't perfectly leveled?? Suddenly, a dark figure appeared from one of the shadows. I looked into it's yellow eyes with terror, mumbling out a few incomprehensible syllables. The yellow eyed demon screeched at me, and gave me a jagged-toothed smile, it's sharp white teeth sending shivers down my spine. It told be it was alone, and abandoned. It asked me to stay with it, but when I declined, I wished I hadn't. The demon yelled at me, then dissapeared, leaving an inferno of black flames in its wake. I yelled, running for the door, which opened at my touch. My paws hit the wood hard, as I ran from my house into the dark street. I could only gaze at my house as it burnt to the ground. Then I woke up in a cold sweat, in my bed, in my home. After that terrible dream I didn't sleep a wink the rest of the night. It frightened me that one. Anyway, I presume you must be on your way. See you later!
Instrumental

- Tell me about their lil' blue companions
W.I.P

[Placebo]

here it is
The frenchiest fry

honhon une baguette //tilts beret

[LOCW_Bluestarwarrior]

The actual form has 8 songs! Since you'll only listen to 6, please listen to at least the 4 that make up the section headers, as they are most important! Thank you!

[story of my life]

Cover by the Piano Guys, original song by One Direction

[Cantara's Personality]

“Come on, Cantara!” my brother called to me. I winced,
and felt heat warm the fur of my face.
Shy. That’s what I was. Too shy to do anything. No
matter how much my older brother Allen, always the
outgoing optimist tried to help me, I’d never be
anything but timid.
“I… Don’t think I can do this,” I muttered. I opened my
eyes wide to see the lanterns lighting the way to the
Midwinter Dance. The paper structures with their
streamers fluttered in the breeze, lighting the skeletal
trees to life along with the orange full moon. The
scene caused me to shudder with anticipation.
I wanted to go so badly, but… I also didn’t.
Allen saw the conflicted look on my face and padded
back over to me, taking my paws in his own. “Hey.
Tara. Look at me.”
I did, looking up into his bright green eyes with my
tired ones.
“I know that you think you’re just a shy Viscet who will
always be on the sidelines. You think you’re going to
hope but never accomplish, that you’re a doormat and
that you’re constantly too kind to others. You’re afraid
of standing up for yourself because you don’t want to
get a name for yourself as pushy or selfish or bold.”
How could he see so clearly into the darkest parts of my
mind? I felt tears gathering in my eyes and had to look
away.
I knew his so well, yet some cruel part of my mind
expected him to tell me that all those things were
true. That I really was never going to do anything
with my life.

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[username]

LOCW_Bluestarwarrior

[name]

Cantara
Based on the Latin for 'enchantment'

[gender]

Female

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Another part of me remembered that Allen had always, without fail, been there for me. Every time I had cried or failed to make a friend or given up something for the sake of a stranger, he’d offered a paw and we had gotten ice cream or steak sandwiches or some other treat, laughing until I remembered that family, while not always composed of blood relatives, is forever.
“But you know what I see?” Allen’s voice pulled me back to the present. “I see a dreamer of the most wonderful dreams. A hero of the little things, willing to give up the last scoop of chocolate ice cream to the Viscling in line behind you, one who stays awake half the night worrying about the future of sentient life forms as a whole. A young female Viscet willing to sacrifice everything for someone else with her quiet strength. And you know what? That can change destinies, that can move mountains. Sure, it’s not the bold and brazen attitude that I have, but you know what? Behind every loud, obnoxious bigmouth like myself, there’s someone like you, giving them the power to persevere. The shyness, one day you’ll grow out of it”
He reached out with a silly grin and flicked a finger through my harmless fire mane. “Got that, Tara?”
I was bright red by this point, even through my golden fur. I couldn’t respond. After a minute, though, I found my voice again.
“At the dance, do you think you could maybe have a brother-sister dance with me? I mean no one is going to ask me, and you’ll probably be with Cass all night, but…”
“Say no more.” Allen flashed his signature goofy smile again. “I think my boyfriend will let me have a dance with my sister. He likes you too, you know that.”
I smiled shyly back. “Thanks.”
We began walking again, paws making faint prints in the thin layer of snow and crackling on the frosty leaves, lanterns guiding us to our frightening, yes, but somehow also exciting destination.

Winterspell by Two Steps From Hell

[meaning behind the songs]
The Story of My Life is simply a fitting song title for the beginning of a life story told in snapshots. It is an invitation to peer into the heart of this shy one and see who she truly is; not with words, but with instruments. When words fail, instrumental harmonies can speak volumes; Cantara knows this.

Winterspell is significant not only to the Midwinter Dance, but to Cantara's name. She is enchanting to others in her quiet ways. The song also fits what happens at the dance. Whether she meets someone or not isn't known; I suppose it is left to the imagination.

[pure spirits...]

By James Horner

[Power of the Wisps]

As I walked home from the dance with Allen, the wisps around me cavorted and multiplied in number. Soon, there were five instead of the usual one to three that were almost always present.
“Having a lot of ideas, are we?” Allen teased, pulling me from my thoughts.
“I guess so. I am excited about tomorrow,” I said with a smile. Even though the wisps had no minds of their own since they were just projections of my thoughts and imaginings, and could not speak, they made strangely good company.
While I had spent most of my life alone, at least I had some semblance of a living thing aside from my family to keep me company.
Ever since I’d been old enough to formulate thoughts, I’d had these companions. My parents had been startled, since they never thought they’d have a Viscet with any smidge of magic in the family, but soon it became less of a surprise. My small friends weren’t corporeal, so they never caused much of a problem.
Allen turned his head to look at a small blue creature that had begun hovering in front of his face. If he was lucky, he’d be able to see the reflections of my thoughts in its eyes.
“Funny little things, I always said,” he continued as he inspected the tufts on its head, fluttering wings, and stubby limbs. “They seem to exist on a different plane than us. They’re… Slightly blurry, almost, like a glitch in reality.”
“Is that how they appear to you?” They were always crystal-clear to me.
He nodded. “It’s strange.”
He would have said more if he hadn’t bumped his muzzle into a tree, being so distracted by my wisp.
“Ouch,” he muttered, rubbing his nose and waving the wisp away. “I can see why some found them a tad distracting.”
It had been more than that. I hadn’t made any friends between the wisps and my shyness. In fact, I’d been teased on more than one occasion. At a time when I was younger, I had resented this power, but now… Now I knew it was just part of me. I am not able to change this one part, but maybe one day I can fix the shyness.
I laughed. “Maybe. So what do you think we’ll see tomorrow?”
Talk turned to the Solstice Celebration, and more wisps appeared as we discussed what we thought would be there.

Can't Kill Us by the Glitch Mob, remix by Joe Trapanese

[meaning behind the songs]
Pure Spirits of the Forest is a truly magical song from the Avatar soundtrack. It was chosen because it is also about magical wisps of a sort, and has that magical, airy feel to it. Small companions that see deep into your mind are not only limited to Cantara.

Can't Kill Us seems out-of-place at first. A song that is magical in some parts and almost harsh in others seems quite contrary to Cantara's whole life. But... This is the power of ideas. They're large and bold and even if she doesn't speak of them, Cantara dreams big. Her mind is so potent that her ideas became tangible wisps; this is an unkillable thing.

[deliverance]

By Vangelis

[The Dream]

We arrived home late, and I immediately curled up on my bed to sleep. For once… I was able to sleep straight away. No tossing and turning and worrying and getting up. Just… Sleep.
Of course, the dream is probably the reason why. It seemed like a rather… Special sort of dream.
Everything started out really hazy. I saw snippets of the dance and the lanterns and the night I’d just experienced. Looking back, I find it curious that the visions of the past were blurred, but the bits of what I now understand to be the future were so clear.
Suddenly everything did become razor sharp. Time almost moved slower. I saw a frosted branch waving lazily in the morning light. Sharp ice crystals looked almost furry, coating the slender twig.
I felt myself moving, loping along with flashes of green in my vision. Clouds puffed out as I breathed in the frigid air.
Then I saw a table with a white candle on it. Lilies and palm fronds were attached to it with red twine, gently moving with the wind. I drew a deep breath. For some reason, I felt that a lot was hinging on this one candle… Like it was special to me.
What came next was a lantern. It was lit as the sun crossed the sky.
Then came a blue ribbon against orange fur. For some reason I felt sick and nervous, but… Oh so happy. I had absolutely no idea what anything was that was going on, but somehow some part of me must have recognized that it was good.
I woke with the feeling that my life was going to change for the better soon. It was still dark outside, so I curled up once more and drifted back to a (dreamless this time) sleep.

Southampton by James Horner

[meaning behind the songs]
Deliverance is an incredibly dreamlike song from the soundtrack of Antarctica. Everything about it seems to relinquish power, and isn't that what dreaming is? giving control over to your subconscious mind?

Southampton is from the soundtrack of Titanic, and is about a journey. After you give up control, every dream, good, bad, or in between, is a journey that you and you alone must undertake. Metaphorical dreams are rather similar; no one can discover what they are but you. Cantara is trying to figure out what hers is.

[spirit realm]

By Hans Zimmer

[Lack of Sleep]

I guess it’s silly, but… The problems of the world keep me up at night. I know, I know, it’s not healthy or good for me or anything, I just can’t… help… it. I always end up working on some sort of project late at night to keep myself busy. A majority of the time I hide the projects away or deconstruct them when they’re not completed. At least, though, I end up tired enough to sleep afterwards.
I guess I owe the most amazing time of my life to this skill, though. The Solstice Celebration is a four-day festival that takes place the days after the Midwinter Dance. While going is… Hard, for someone as shy as me, I always go anyways to see all of the beautiful things craftsmen have made. I wish that to be my job, but I wouldn’t be able to talk to my customers very well.
Everything was hung with more lanterns just like those leading the way on the night of the Midwinter Dance. They weren’t lit yet, though; it was only the afternoon.
I wandered through the various stalls and workshops that had been set up, full of wares like crystal charms, lanterns, and apparel. I wasn’t able to buy any of it, but admiring everything up close had a sort of… Magic to it.
Slowly the day grew older, and I was starting to meander my way back to the path that would take me home.
“Attention, all Viscets who want to enter the decoration competition!” a voice called. I stopped in my tracks and slowly turned around. A male Viscet held a lantern in his right paw and was addressing a mixed crowd of about 15 or 20 in number. “You all know the rules. You get to make one Solstice decoration that you must be able to carry in your own two paws. That means it can’t be too large or heavy. Everyone knows that the solstice is the darkest time of the year so perhaps you can try and bring some… Light into the topic.”
My mind raced. I remembered my dream the night before. The candle. The white flowers and palm fronds, brought together with red twine.
I found myself joining the crowd, and I was counted among those who would compete. I could do this. No speeches or social skills needed.
Just crafting skills. And I had those.
I set to work immediately when I got home, dipping a claw in ink and sketching out my design. When I was satisfied, I whisked away to the market for a simple white, fat candle and stopped by the florist for my greens. The twine I had at home already.
By this time, it was quite late, but I felt no tiredness yet. For once, my task was not a distraction but a proactive decision.
Getting the lily and its leaves and the palm fronds on top of that to stay put took most of the night. In the end I had to melt some of the wax to fix them in place. But my masterpiece was complete.
And I was utterly exhausted.
For once, I slept well that night.
I couldn’t wait for the next morning.
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It dawned bright and bitterly cold, but that didn’t stop me from running all the way to the site of the celebration. I could see my breath in the dry, frosty air, and everything glittered with a dusting of crystals. My candle I held securely to my chest as I ran, making sure it was jostled too much.
I arrived with time to spare and placed my project on the table to be judged. Only one other contestant had arrived. I have to say, his holly wreath, though not original in the slightest, if I was honest, was beautifully and expertly made. I wondered what the rest of my competition would be.
I spent the majority of the day, when the competition was being judged, nervous and worried. As I walked through the stalls again, I couldn’t get my mind off my candle. Was it good enough? Was it original? Did it represent the solstice spirit?
The sun crawled across the sky. I met up with Allen to have some cinnamon rolls. The sticky sweetness and tangy orange sauce calmed me slightly.
“Good luck,” Allen called as I headed off to see the results.
There was a crowd. The same Viscet who had done the announcing yesterday was back. I saw all manner of crafts on the table, some well-done, others… Well… Made with love, but not carefulness.
“Attention!” Every murmur stopped when he spoke. “We have our results! Firstly, we would like to thank all the participants.” A polite tapping of paws. “Now… To begin with third prize…”
Third place went to the holly wreath craftsman. He seemed pleased with his place, which was good. He got a green ribbon placed around his neck.
“Second…” A younger Viscet with a beautiful birchwood, bark, and moss birdhouse bounded up to accept his red ribbon while applause went through the crowd.
I had my fingers crossed. It hadn’t even occurred to me that winning would mean getting up in front of that crowd.
‘And in first… With a lovely, inspired, and entirely original idea… Cantara!”
I let out a yelp and turned red, but I hurried up to accept my prize. I couldn’t speak at first, but when a blue ribbon with what appeared to be a permanently frozen ice crystal was hung around my neck, I squeaked out a quiet ‘thank you.’
I’d never been happier. While being up there wasn’t the most comfortable thing, with the cheering and applause and my blush, I knew that at that moment, there was nowhere I’d rather be.
It was a grand step forward.

Victory Celebration by John Williams

[meaning behind the songs]
The Spirit Realm from Kung Fu Panda 3 rather captures the feeling of the Solstice Celebration that Cantara attends. To her, everything is magical, whether she partakes in it or not.

Victory Celebration, from the finale of Return of the Jedi, is of course fitting for one who just won her dream competition and has finally begun to overcome her shy demeanor. It is a spot to leave off on, a perfectly happy place to end a life story. Cantara does not know what will happen next. But she will enjoy this small victory for many moons to come.


All art by me in fountain pen and ink to make it seem like Cantara drew the images.
Forum decoration from Google.
Extra song that was cut from the form:
Transcendence by Lindsey Stirling

Enjoy and I hope you like the story I have written for my form!

[*Shiveren*]

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