username: Spiritwindy
name: Dream Maker {Dream}
gender: Male
rank: Warrior
Personality: Dream Maker is a very modest Ancient Timberlock.
He does not talk very often, but when he does, it is always something
very important to remember. Dream, true to his name, is a dream
spinner, but due to much dream spinning, he will make mistakes and will
occasionally accidently spin a Nightmare. A Nightmare is what it sounds
like it means; a mare of darkness to tread on the Sands of Dreams and
shroud it with darkness, causing a ‘Nightmare’ as it is called by other
Timberlock. Having this ability to step into the dreams of others has
negative effects. Dream will walk Iolunn and spin dreams for Timberlock
to come. He tries to stay positive, but he is isolated from other Timberlock
by his ability. While other Timberlock sleep, he must stay awake and tend
to his dream looms, giving him a very unusual routine.
extras: Dream pulled a fine thread out of a dream. How could this
be happening? Everything had gone wrong; this was not supposed to happen!
But as the black fibers spread across the intricate design, the delicate strands
started dripping horrible ink. Dream quickly checked the other looms.
Everything seemed to be in order. Then he walked forward to the infected
loom and touched one of the still-golden fibers. Instantly the ground beneath
him disappeared and his head spun. When he opened his eyes again he was
in a cool forest, the rays of warm golden sunlight filtering down through the
lush green canopy. Ahead, he could see the Timberlock of this dream. Running,
Dream attempted to catch the Timberlock’s attention, though he knew that he
could not speak to others through their dreams. His paws felt too heavy to run,
as if he were running through water; they felt heavy and sluggish and soon he
was too tired to move. “Hey!” Dream yelled, attempting to catch the silvery
gray Timberlock’s attention. “Fjord!” In dreams he could sense the Timberlock’s
name, which was a strange tear in the fibers of one’s mind, because in dreams
minds were connected in an odd way. The Timberlock Fjord didn’t look back as
he followed a tiny golden shape. Dream could instantly tell that it was one of the
last remaining strands of the dream. The gold color was breaking down like water
being poured into paint, and it turned dark and foreboding. Dream sighed. Failed
again. Why couldn’t he stop these things?! Then, an even darker feeling started to
spread across the pit in his stomach. It was Fjord’s feelings and memories. The
silver Timberlock was remembering his bad memories…
Fjord stepped onto the solid ice, its smooth surface reflecting the cold light of the
moon. He was far away from his tribe now, and no one should be able to find him
this night. A wind whispered over the surface of the still ice, and Fjord noticed
something glimmering under the smooth surface. A dim glow pulsed from the bottom
of the frozen river and Fjord slowly drew his paw back, aware of a sinister presence.
Suddenly, he smashed the ice, and the blue glow got brighter. It was a shard of clear
blue sapphire, an enchanted dreamvisitor what was glowing a strange cold light.
No! Dream thought, A dreamvisitor? Fjord stood, entranced, until the
sapphire seemed to be trying to possess him. He quickly smashed the gem on a boulder,
watching as it shattered into a thousand pieces. Fjord turned and disappeared through
the bushes as Dream approached the shattered sapphire. Terrible thoughts ran though
his head, as if commanding him to do something sinister. NO! Dream thought,
I will NOT! He closed his eyes and felt the familiar spinning sensation. Within
moments he was back at his loom weaver. There was but a few dark strands of Fjord’s
nightmare, and as he watched, they disintegrated into what looked like dark dust.
Nightmare Sand , Dream thought as he collected it and stored the ash-like substance
in a small vial. He put it in a slot inside his special cabinet.
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