Username;;
trixyr
Name;;
Galahad
Meaning;;
Galahad was one of the knights of King Arthur's Round Table.
Gender;;
Male
Luck;;
Summer was never one of Galahad's favorite seasons, despite July being the month of his birth. It was far too hot out, and with the extra fur he had in the form of a mane it was all the hotter. Of course, winter wasn't so bad. For him, winter was a pleasant season so long as his coat stayed dry. The winds couldn't pierce it with anything less than a blizzard, and he never stayed outside in those anyway. Blizzards were far too dangerous for anyone to be in, and no one here had ever had the chance.
Of course though, today was his birthday. On top of that his friends, who really meant well, had planned numerous birthday bash activities, most of which were outside. Galahad though, was far too nice to complain and had prepared for the heat in as many ways as he could.
He wouldn't need any of these preparations though, because it had snowed! It was a pleasant 29 degrees fahrenheit, which was nice for him. Finally, a birthday he could enjoy without wearing a frozen water bottle jacket.
Drawbacks;;
Galahad never went anywhere for several decades of his life, starting in his 20s when he discovered that places he left would be struck with bad luck. These incidents would weigh on him for years to come, and he had become a hermit. Galahad's luck effected a large area around him, and since it was highly concentrated in the middle while very sparse at the end he could travel around town with no problems. Even though he could go throughout the town, Galahad often stayed in his home for fear of people figuring out his secret. He still wasn't sure he was safe, the houses in the neighborhood had the healthiest plants and nicest looking fences. In fact, soon after he moved in it became the best neighborhood in town.
Galahad's greatest fear, was the word getting out. He would be asked endlessly to gift luck, and he wouldn't be able to do it. If he left the town it would be hit with an amount of bad luck no one had ever even thought of. At least, this was how it went in his mind until the letter came.
At first Galahad was scared and concerned by the letter, but at is concluded he was less worried. It bugged him still, how this unknown had found out and how they knew where he lived, but with the letter's conclusion it seemed to him like whoever it was meant him no harm. He could be wrong, but he wouldn't think of that.
He mulled over the letter's contents for months, and decided that he would give it a little test. He went on a weekend trip to Alaska, and when he returned it seemed as if bad luck had hit his hometown. He was hit first by anger, and then sadness. With the frustration on his mind, he couldn't stop thinking about his mistake.
At the end of the day of his return, as he was in bed trying to fall asleep, he realized the letter had been right. Bad luck hadn't hit the town, or anywhere he had been. It just seemed like it had. With all of the good luck, the sudden lack of it seemed horrible by comparison. The town had gotten so used to constant good news, it had no way to react to a little bit of bad.
trixyr
Name;;
Galahad
Meaning;;
Galahad was one of the knights of King Arthur's Round Table.
Gender;;
Male
Luck;;
Summer was never one of Galahad's favorite seasons, despite July being the month of his birth. It was far too hot out, and with the extra fur he had in the form of a mane it was all the hotter. Of course, winter wasn't so bad. For him, winter was a pleasant season so long as his coat stayed dry. The winds couldn't pierce it with anything less than a blizzard, and he never stayed outside in those anyway. Blizzards were far too dangerous for anyone to be in, and no one here had ever had the chance.
Of course though, today was his birthday. On top of that his friends, who really meant well, had planned numerous birthday bash activities, most of which were outside. Galahad though, was far too nice to complain and had prepared for the heat in as many ways as he could.
He wouldn't need any of these preparations though, because it had snowed! It was a pleasant 29 degrees fahrenheit, which was nice for him. Finally, a birthday he could enjoy without wearing a frozen water bottle jacket.
Drawbacks;;
Galahad never went anywhere for several decades of his life, starting in his 20s when he discovered that places he left would be struck with bad luck. These incidents would weigh on him for years to come, and he had become a hermit. Galahad's luck effected a large area around him, and since it was highly concentrated in the middle while very sparse at the end he could travel around town with no problems. Even though he could go throughout the town, Galahad often stayed in his home for fear of people figuring out his secret. He still wasn't sure he was safe, the houses in the neighborhood had the healthiest plants and nicest looking fences. In fact, soon after he moved in it became the best neighborhood in town.
Galahad's greatest fear, was the word getting out. He would be asked endlessly to gift luck, and he wouldn't be able to do it. If he left the town it would be hit with an amount of bad luck no one had ever even thought of. At least, this was how it went in his mind until the letter came.
At first Galahad was scared and concerned by the letter, but at is concluded he was less worried. It bugged him still, how this unknown had found out and how they knew where he lived, but with the letter's conclusion it seemed to him like whoever it was meant him no harm. He could be wrong, but he wouldn't think of that.
He mulled over the letter's contents for months, and decided that he would give it a little test. He went on a weekend trip to Alaska, and when he returned it seemed as if bad luck had hit his hometown. He was hit first by anger, and then sadness. With the frustration on his mind, he couldn't stop thinking about his mistake.
At the end of the day of his return, as he was in bed trying to fall asleep, he realized the letter had been right. Bad luck hadn't hit the town, or anywhere he had been. It just seemed like it had. With all of the good luck, the sudden lack of it seemed horrible by comparison. The town had gotten so used to constant good news, it had no way to react to a little bit of bad.
