[Wulfjaw]

Username:
Name:
Gender:
Song:
What is his reoccurring nightmare?:

[BecNessMonster]

Username:BecNessMonster
Name:Julius
Gender:Male
Song: xXx
What is his reoccurring nightmare?: (told from his perspective)
"I sit up in the grassy field, the wind blowing softly, the moon shining. I felt confused and dazed as to where I was and why it was night, I muster up my strength and stand up and start to walk forward, unsure of my location just that i was heading in to the forest, I looked around franticly looking for my sister and not paying attention to where I was walking, Slam, I sat up again as i had fallen face first in to the dirt, I looked back to check out what i had triped on, a long slender white stick stuck up out of the ground. My first thoughts was it was a bone of a parra and I flung my self back, confused I get up and start running, the same thing repeates, I keep falling, every time I trip over the same long white bone, I tried different directions but I ended up in the same place, my ears rung and I turned around..." Then he wakes up

[ArizonaT3a]

Love bump ~

[the batter]

This will end May 5th~

[buny]

Username:
Wolfish.Twins.

Name:
Len

Gender:
Male

Song:
Nicotine : Panic! At The Disco

What is his reoccurring nightmare?:
Len's reoccurring dream seems fairly normal at first, him just walking in an endless dead forest dipped in fog. the fog always swirls around his ankles, like hands, and he is always convinced that he can feel it pulling just ever so slightly on his fur, like a river's current.

He always (always) tries to stand his ground, planting his feet more firmly into the bare soil in digging in his claws as the pull becomes stronger. The fog is wrapped around his paws tightly, so substantial that if he dares to look down he could see the transparent view of the grip crushing his bunny-soft fur. (He never does though)

Slowly, ever so slowly, it drags him forward unwillingly, the young parra letting out squawks of fear as his paws scrabble uselessly at the dirt. He is always pulled into the deep fog before him, trembling in fear as it literally pushes his further and further into the depths. It pulls him faster until he can feel his bangs flicking the tips of his ears, wondering in a horrified manner about what would happen to him if the fog pulled him into one of those dead trees.

Hours seem to pass, hours full of panic and barely audible voices weaving out from the mist, voices that he would recognise if he bothered to listen. (but he is too scared, too terrified for his life)

Eventually the pull weakens, and disappears, leaving Len all alone in the dense fog. By then his fur is soaked from the fog, heavy with clinging droplets and smelling of rotting things. He doesn't move from the spot, the voices now silent as he stands in that cold wet darkness. He blinks once slowly, a dim shadow appearing just in front of him once he opens his eyes again.

Then he wakes up. Len is always frustrated after he wake sup from this dream because he simply wants to know what that shadow is, and maybe ask it why it keeps bringing him to that fog-covered forest.

[ArizonaT3a]

This is now closed, winner will be up soon.

[the batter]

Username:
Wolfish.Twins.

Name:
Len

Gender:
Male

Song:
Nicotine : Panic! At The Disco

What is his reoccurring nightmare?:
Len's reoccurring dream seems fairly normal at first, him just walking in an endless dead forest dipped in fog. the fog always swirls around his ankles, like hands, and he is always convinced that he can feel it pulling just ever so slightly on his fur, like a river's current.

He always (always) tries to stand his ground, planting his feet more firmly into the bare soil in digging in his claws as the pull becomes stronger. The fog is wrapped around his paws tightly, so substantial that if he dares to look down he could see the transparent view of the grip crushing his bunny-soft fur. (He never does though)

Slowly, ever so slowly, it drags him forward unwillingly, the young parra letting out squawks of fear as his paws scrabble uselessly at the dirt. He is always pulled into the deep fog before him, trembling in fear as it literally pushes his further and further into the depths. It pulls him faster until he can feel his bangs flicking the tips of his ears, wondering in a horrified manner about what would happen to him if the fog pulled him into one of those dead trees.

Hours seem to pass, hours full of panic and barely audible voices weaving out from the mist, voices that he would recognise if he bothered to listen. (but he is too scared, too terrified for his life)

Eventually the pull weakens, and disappears, leaving Len all alone in the dense fog. By then his fur is soaked from the fog, heavy with clinging droplets and smelling of rotting things. He doesn't move from the spot, the voices now silent as he stands in that cold wet darkness. He blinks once slowly, a dim shadow appearing just in front of him once he opens his eyes again.

Then he wakes up. Len is always frustrated after he wake sup from this dream because he simply wants to know what that shadow is, and maybe ask it why it keeps bringing him to that fog-covered forest.

Congratulations Wolfish.Twins.!

This was very close but I believe you had the best description of their nightmare.

[SnivelGriff]

Congrats.
You can keep my art, but I might use it for another parra.

[buny]

Oh goodness, we were not expecting to win this cutie ;u;

Ahh thank you so much! Len will be spoiled so much vuv