Dream Guardians
Name: Ryver
DOB: 7/02/2002
Gender: Female
Type of Dust: Ocean Mist
Short Story: Ryver is often the reckless and carefree one that is running around in the pouring rain when there is a thunder storm approaching, though she is also the protective one of her friends, especially the ones that are younger. She was once trying to find her way through the dark forest in the middle of a storm when she heard a distressed howl being projected through the thick forest, being known for not thinking and just doing she went straight ahead to find the cause of the noise, with the wind flowing harshly against her fur she still went on.
Eventually she found a cave where the howl was coming from, a lonely Dream Guardian, with wounds on his sides and on his back. His eyes closed as she padded closer to him, there was lots of blood on his once stark white coat, she tried using some of her own Dream Dust. His wounds were healing a lot faster than normal, Ryver always thought that her dust was special, unlike others whose dust could put people to sleep and give them adventurous dreams; hers could heal people.
As she waited for the storm to calm down her memories came out to play, like a little slideshow in her mind, ready to make her feel emotions she hoped would stay locked up in her heart forever. There were times when she was not as stubborn and strong as she is now, times when she was broken and destroyed, but Ryver always liked to keep those at the back of her head. Never to let anyone in, that is until she found someone she could trust, someone she could rely on no matter what.
She eventually felt sleepy, and she wouldn't leave him all alone, especially not in this kind of weather, with the rain pouring and the thunder shaking the ground. She padded up closer to the unknown Dream Guardian and ever so gently laid down and moved his head so that it rested upon her side, so that he could have a good sleep with her.
Name: Chaos
DOB: 7/02/1999
Gender: Male
Type of Dust: Inferno Powder
Short Story: When he was a young boy his father took him into the
city to see a marching band forest near a river and cave, he said to him 'Fend for yourself, for you are to be a warrior of the wild'.
Chaos looked towards the forest and cave, then down at the river and back to his father, 'I shall make you proud by becoming the strongest;. With that his father bounded off towards their pack with the news of his son going through the rituals, and pleasing the spirits. The cave was damp and cold, there was moss on the sides and roof. Thinking fast so that he wouldn't have to freeze any longer, Chaos took his inferno powder and ran around the cave whilst sprinkling it in all of the nooks and crannies. It took a while until the cave was warm, but he was hungry; very hungry and set off to find something to soothe his hunger.
He was running through the think forest, his coat changing to blend in but his blood hair was still slightly visible whilst dodging the incoming trees. He came across an old and frail boar, though the tusks were as white as the snow beneath his feet and shined in the sun of a white winter's day, whilst studying the beast he slipped and nearly fell straight into its tusks. Without a second thought the boar charged at him, increasing its speed slightly every second, yet Chaos was faster. The boar ended up being his dinner, though as the boar was charging it managed to get him on his side and back.
He limped toward his cave with a full belly, though he could sense another one of his kind near, he thought that no one in their right mind would be out since there was a thunder storm brewing. In hopes of catching their attention he howled, and howled with the wind making his howl quieter, until the patter of feet on the snow was closer. He took one look before he drifted off into a sleep, the faint outline of a female, with amazing light blue patterns across her body.