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What are Ryuami's? wrote:
A Ryuami is a hybrid between a dragon and a wolf; they vary in size. They can be as small as a mouse or a bit larger then a car. They have soft wolf fur, with a patch of dragon scales on their back. They have wolf ears, the left one is pierced with feather earrings when they are born. Each earring feather is different. They have glow on their long soft tail and their legs. This glow allows them to hover, but they can't go any higher then when the tops of trees. Ryu's have long sharp claws, mainly used for hunting or defending themselves. Ryuami's lives in forests, which they protect and watch over. They are intelligent and know many languages; given to them by their dragon DNA. Ryuami's are fascinated by humans and usually choose to share their souls with one, help them get close and understand humans more. This does not mean they are bound to you, a Ryuami can not be held down, it just means they bonded with you and you share their soul. Ryuami's live for thousands of years but are not immortal, but when a Ryuami dies the last of them lives in you as long as you live and passes down through your family. Sharing a soul with a Ryuami, is an honor.
Ryuami are connected to the earth and nature, they are magical, intelligent, creatures with passions and personality's but not all Ryuami's are bright and colorful. There are Ryuami out there that hate and refuse to care, these Ryuami only care about themselves, but will share their souls with humans as dark and as wicked as them. These Ryuami have more dragon like eyes, instead of wolf like eyes. Ryuami's also come in different rarities, from common, uncommon, rare, very rare, and obber rare. They can have different horns, ears, manes, nose tendrils, and very rarely do they ever have wings, more than two horns, and more than two feathers.
These creatures are harmless to humans unless they try to harm them. Ryu's love baby's and have soft spot for them. They eat meat, but stick to deer, elk, or other wildly populated animals around them. They protect forest and fill children's dreams with wonder. Ryuami's are not real ^^
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Username: flatus terra
Ryuami's Name: Eosphoros
Name Meaning: "dawn bringer"
Name Meaning: Greek god of the dawn-star
Nickname: Never Eos. She's not the deity of anything,
Nickname: let alone dawn itself. Phoros is fine.
Gender: neutral (genderless, agender, neutrois, etc.)
Pronouns: uses she/her or they/them
Age: lost track awhile ago, estimates about 3,000 yearsxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxx
Brief Traits: modest, generally apathetic, nomadic,
Brief Traits: discerning, unreliable, avoidant
Fears/Phobias: thanatophobia, trypophobia
Fears/Phobias: athazagoraphobia (death, holes,
Fears/Phobias: forgetting and being forgotten/ignored)
Habits: pawing at the ground, making a strange growl,
Habits: getting up high places and seeing how much
Habits: higher she can float, personifying things
Rituals: Traveling before/during dawn. It has become so
ritualized over the past three thousand or so years that
Eosphoros cannot remember a time when she didn't
travel with the sunrise and sunset, which is terrifying
to her due to her athazagoraphobia. The whole ordeal
causes Phoros quite a deal of bewilderment, frustration,
stress, and soul-searching.idek what happened here✵Eosphoros blinked. The sky was still dark; a thick blanket of stars covered the night, but they did nothing against the cold of winter. Phoros stared at the sky in admiration of its beauty and mysteriousness; they wondered why it couldn't just stay this calm forever. Why they wouldn't just rest here. The answer was known, they couldn't leave it unacknowledged.
They floated up to their paws and shook their coat of any debris from the grass they had been sleeping on. Eosphoros wasn't directly near any trees, but leaves and a few small twigs always covered this forest's ground. They hovered forward to one of the woodland's thousands of exits, a mass of intertwined trees forming something of an arch. Branches locked together in a slow battle, destined to unleash their rage only when coerced by the wind. The wind was bitter most days; it provoked and instigated skirmishes with many things, branches were only some of those wrongly convinced. Other days it was gentle and pleasant; pushing only so hard as to provoke soft, intimate brushes. Eosphoros said their greetings to the trees, they stood solemnly in response.
"I see we aren't too talkative today." Phoros passed through the arch, and their paws fell silently to the ground, beginning their trek for the day.
The sun's soft light swept over the land in front of Eosphoros. It would've been comforting to anyone else, watching the sunrise like this. Unfortunately for Phoros the un did this every single day, and granted, so did they; but it was vaguely aggravating to the apathetic Ryuami. They've been doing this for millennia and they still didn't understand why the sun was so persistent on following them in their travels. It had existed much longer than they had, why was it that it chose to follow only them? Was this somehow passed down in their lineage? Phoros asked the same questions every single time they started their travel just before dawn. They had tried throwing off their sleep pattern to get the dawn to come on its own, it had never worked. The answer for that eluded them. The idea of being so significant that the center of this solar system would want to trail along during their wanderings seemed so unrealistic to Eosphoros. As the sun rose, painting the horizon and hills pinks, purples, and oranges, much further ahead the night sky defied the light. The stars held their own against their sibling, small as they may be from afar. The night's bravery was something to behold. In groups the stars became fainter against the brightening sky, spears of the sun's light tore into the night as they always did. Phoros appreciated that the sun did not commit these acts of violence in front of them. Seeing the defeat of the night sky was still mildly unpleasant, but its not as if they could do anything against the sun itself. This way they could see their shadow, long and thin, a sliver of the night sky.
Eosphoros continued walking. The sun had almost completely overtaken the sky, dominant in the match against the stars.
"They will come back, you know. They always retaliate. Do you fear their return? That you cannot stay here like this forever, victorious and beautiful in your success? You follow me right after I awaken and when I return to my forest. I am not so important. I cannot be so important to you, so it is confidence, then? Our travels together..." Eosphoros looked towards the horizon as it brightened. They murmured to the sun, confusions and questions that could not possibly be answered.xxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxx
Eosphoros had long ago begun resting their legs. They had covered an impressive distance within the day. Winter gatherings always took the longest, despite their shortened periods of daylight compared to the other seasons'. Phoros had exerted themselves quite a bit to get the food they needed, especially since their diet was mostly plant-based. Hunting is incredibly difficult when you have a fear of death. Their travels expended quite a lot of energy, so it was necessary to gather nearly every day all day. Spring and Summer didn't need as much energy expense; food was plentiful so entire days of traveling were hardly needed.
Phoros spotted a tight but thick gathering of trees in the dwindling sunlight. They hovered just above the grass, running their paws over the thin blades. "You tiny little leaves try so hard. Maybe one day." Phoros pulled their paw back underneath them as they let their tail drag instead, a soft yellow glow shimmering on the blades of grass the fur made contact with. The glow faded quickly, though it stood out against the night sky's return. Eosphoros yawned and seemed out a comfortable place to sleep. The sun's light was soon fading with the glow left from Phoros's tail and hocks. Stars regained control of the sky as the Ryuami settled down between the thick roots of a tree, slightly sheltered by a bush.
"Goodnight sun. We will set off again tomorrow."
