[hiraeth + hound]

6/6 in the lil wood grain mini series!

anyone can try out for this cow, except for the 5 people who own one of the wood grain themed cows!

traits:
(c) eye edit (dreaming)

username: Morghettio
name: Crick

[lumilys]

username: teao.
name: bloom
collar and bell color:
what is she dreaming of?:
(max 500 words)

[♔Voltaire♔]

"Sky" or "Heaven" in Spanish

what is she dreaming of?:

She could smell the pungent stench of burnt rubber and feel the grooves of the bus seat. She felt each and every bump the tires hit on the asphalt below, jolting her around softly in her seat. The sun's rays seeped through the small windows that never seemed to open up as much as she wanted them to, the warmth seeping into her skin, nestling itself into her bloodstream. She could hear the whirring of the motor, the soft chatter of children around her but she kept writing in a large, thick sketchbook. The pages, though yellowed from age still held a sense of worth, the pen ink seeping gently into the pages with every dot and curve.

She could feel the bus stop, but she continued to write, stories of eleven tribes at war over their homeland, their battle playing across the pages as she wrote. Even as the bus started up again, and soft boot-steps gradually came closer her eyes remained glued to the war in front of her. Only when the seat slowly dipped beside her did she look up into blue-grey irises, slightly covered by shaggy Justin-Bieber-like hair. Her heart immediately felt airy, and she smiled, her glistening eyes reflecting in his own. She looked back down at her book, about to write a few more words, but stopped when a soft voice spoke over the hum of the bus engine.

"What are you writing?"

"A story. It's nothing much yet, but hopefully one day it will be."

"That's amazing. I can't wait to read it."

She scoffed slightly, a smile adorning her features. She looked back up at him once more, the sun's ray's casting him in an ethereal glow. She could see the small dust particles in the sunlight, dancing and weaving around each other in front of them. It all felt so perfect, so serene, so... wrong. Why did it feel so wrong...?

It was then she had realized the answer, her eyes immediately glossing over, and he opened his arms for her to jump into. She took his offer, curling into his lap and burying herself in the sweet smell of his cologne in the camo jacket he always wore. She clung to him as he held her, the bumps in the road the least of their worries. She could feel him, see him, breathe him in... She could hear his heartbeat through his coat- a heartbeat that had stopped far too soon.

She felt herself dipping in and out of her shallow pool of consciousness, almost as if he wanted her to speak; her. And she did.

"...Why did you have to go?" she felt herself say, every word like syrup on her tongue. Hot tears seared her cheeks and burned trails down her jawline. He softly laughed, squeezing her a little tighter, taking a deep breath and holding it gingerly, almost savoring a breath he no longer had.

"There were just some things that needed to be done."

- E. E. Cummings

username: ♔Voltaire♔
name: Cielo
collar and bell color: A soft sunset design with a pale purple bell

[lovestruck]

username: lovestruck
name: Marielle
collar and bell color: your choice maybe something kinda like the purple on her coat
what is she dreaming of?:
Love is a strange thing. Marielle’s father wasn’t the best. He would critique her every move, do things that made her feel minuscule. Countless nights she lost sleep thinking about the things he’d said to her. But now, there are countless nights where she dreams about seeing him again, despite the way he treated her.
reserve with seeing her father again

[mierose]

username:
name:
collar and bell color:
what is she dreaming of?:
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markmarkmark <33

[Chaotic Queen]

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name:
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[Venatici]

....ɢᴇɴᴇʀᴀʟ ʙᴀsɪᴄs ♠ ♣ ♥ ♦
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i. username
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ii. name
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iii. gender
....-> nonbinary

iv. collar & bell
....-> collar color

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"Home is not where you are from, it is where you belong. Some of us travel the whole world to find it. Others, find it in a person."
▼ Beau Taplin
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➹ "She never felt like she belonged anywhere, except for when she was lying on her bed... pretending to be somewhere else."
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➷A picture can say a thousand words... or at the very least, this is what Crick believes. Crick's daydreams and dreams are all about stories: vivid pictures in their mind, as clear as day. They are never about themselves, though.

Crick is an avid collector of picture frames and photographs. No requirements but one: every photo fame must already have a photo in it. Under no circumstance can anyone put it in there for them. Crick must find the picture frame like that. Be it from a garage sale, the dollar store, or something stolen... each picture frame is special, and important.

Crick daydreams about these photos. Feeling the emotion in each photo, they let their mind wander... and there begins their new story. They write about these stories later on, but in the moment, nothing else is more important than dreaming about their lives. Crick deems it is their job to tell the story of all the pictures they own, to cover the walls in masses of stories and photos. Crick dreams about every story they tell, and you better believe Crick remembers every story... even if it is not one they own. Capturing the essence of these photos is key, and every sleeping moment is dedicated to these photos. Crick lives vicariously through these stories, imagining heartbreaks and deep love; imagining paragliding off a mountain; imagining holding a child for the first time.

Crick is content knowing these stories are preserved in their mind. They are taken care of with immense thought, with each one being important and special in their own way. Walking through their home one can find each photo theme found in different areas of the house, with the ones Crick is most proud of directly in their bedroom. Crick is completely engrossed and consumed by these everlasting daydreams, and often finds themselves sleeping a lot in order to reconnect with those deeply rooted stories in their heart.

Sometimes, these stories get complex and intertwined, and Crick is wholly entrenched in these worlds. Sometimes Crick will go on about gossip to someone, only to realize they are just about the characters in their stories. It never feels "fake" to Crick though, and with the press gobbling up these immensely intricate and detailed stories they write on their blog, it only fuels the fire.

Who knows what Crick will dream about next?

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[cautiousculpeo]

-pulling-

[Micki.]

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big ol mark i love her

[BadgerBuddies]

username: BadgerBuddies
name: Allure
collar and bell color: similar to her color but darker to mimic a twilight sky with a cloud or two in it please:)
what is she dreaming of?:
Allure is dreaming of the day when she finally won’t feel alone. She has plenty of friends, oh no, that is not the issue. It’s a pet that she wants, a companion if you will.

Allure dreams of a furry friend to be by her side at all times, to be with her through thick and thin. There are just some things you can’t confide in your friends for, and that’s when a pet becomes the perfect shoulder to cry on. Someone who she can trust, because she knows they cannot share her secrets. It would be a pal that wouldn’t judge her based on how she looks, acts, or thinks. A constant comforting presence to ease all tensions. A cuddle buddy who’s always up for the next adventure. Someone who’s always there for her and always puts her first, that should could do the same for. That is what dead Allure dreams of each night as she closes her eyes.