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 Posted: Fri Oct 19, 2012 10:41 pm
For those with vision:
Your username: Blinded By Silence
Your preference list: 5, 8, 7, 1, and 4.
Zikwa name: Have Faith
Zikwa gender: Female
Personality Concept in three words or less: Peaceful, eerie, and trusting.
Naming dream story:
"The voices, they spoke to me," The young doe spoke, her gentle voice barely a whisper, "There was no one there, but they spoke."
The small doe's eyes, tiny and glazed, stared up at the brood mother in an eerie almost unsettling way, a smile on her lips.
"They told me not to be afraid, that everything was going according to plan. They're inside my head. They showed me pictures, they were so clear... Like seeing! There were giant lizards with teeth like the mouths of caves; deep black waters that would suck you down and never release you; large beasts with fangs and claws and wings and paws so hungry for little fillies."
The excitement in her faded eyes seemed to almost glow now, her grin wider than ever.
"But they told me not to be afraid, because, if you look past the horrors, there are the beautiful things We left behind. The thick, tall scales of the earth reaching up to the skies; wide, beautiful waters that stretched as far as anykin could see; enormous plant-things that reached for the clouds and dressed themselves in moss. There were songs in voices I couldn't recognize, alien, but beautiful."
She paused, then continued with a low voice laced with longing.
"They told me that I could sing too. I would have to leave, but I could sing and play with the shadows the voices showed. I would be safe, they promised. ...And I believe them."
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Posted: Sat Oct 20, 2012 1:41 am
Your username: Amizade (aka the most indecisive person in the history of indecisive people. If you want me to make some decisions, please let me know and I'll try again. I'm really sorry. >o<; When I look at this tomorrow, hopefully I will have a "fresh" look at it.)
Your preference list: [1, 4] in any order or whichever you think matches my concept more, [2, 3, 5, 6, 7, 8, 9, 10] in any order
Zikwa name: Song Breaks Through/Light Breaks Through/Feed(ing) the Light/somethinglikeotherworldlysongormelody (I don't know, please help me decide. I want to cry...)
Zikwa gender: Female
Personality Concept in three words or less: Thankful, hopeful, enigmatic
Naming dream story:
She was afraid.
It was the blackness she was fearful of. She was used to the dark but this was different, and it filled her with dread. It was threatening. Suffocating.
She sank to her knees, eyes wide open, searching desperately for light.
She opened her mouth, but there was no noise. Her lips moved silently: "Help."
And a song broke through the darkness, and with it came a light.
Quiet at first – a single voice – growing louder and louder, feeding the light until her vision filled with white. The song was beautiful and unearthly... it was wordless, and yet she understood it. It was harsh, and yet she knew she was safe. And when she tried to hum it, its strange melody eluded her.
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Posted: Sat Oct 20, 2012 12:24 pm
Your username: Sarano_Krem
Your preference list: 8, 7, 9, 4, 6, 2
Zikwa name: Exhausted Flying
Zikwa gender: male
Personality Concept in three words or less: determined, restless
Naming dream story:
so Tired, so Tired
these wings of mine.
Moving through the air
and never Stopping.
I keep going,
Only because I must.
it's Simple really.
So tired, I must
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Your username: Sarano_Krem
Your preference list: 7, 3, 4, 6, 2, 1
Zikwa name: Altered Thoughts (Nonsense)
Zikwa gender: female
Personality Concept in three words or less: curious, anti-conformist, excitable
Naming dream story:
As I followed my brood through the cave, my body stopped at a fork in the path. The rest of my brood had continued on without me, going deeper into the cave and away from the faint glow of daylight. The brood mother turned and saw me staring at the mouth of the cave, "Come little one. There is nothing out there for you."
I looked back and forth between the cave mouth and my brood mother, taking a moment before making my decision, turning away from the brood and closer to the cave mouth until the light of the sun hit my face, blinding me. I looked back once, as if to say goodbye to my brood and my brood mother and my family for the last time before going out and discovering the world for myself.
I used to be like the others, keeping in place and doing what they do; another part of the whole. But my thoughts had been altered by the sight of the sun that day in the cave.
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Posted: Sun Oct 21, 2012 9:11 am
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Your username: EchoLimaFoxtrot
Your preference list: 10, 9, 4, 7, 2, 6, 3, 5
Zikwa name: Kin-Spun
Zikwa gender: Female
Personality Concept in three words or less: Watchful, Teacher
Naming dream story:
This little zikwa went to the mountains,
This little zikwa stayed home,
This little zikwa got sand burns,
This little zikwa ran long.
And this little zikwa went...
"Zee zee zee" all the way to the Swamp...
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Your username: EchoLimaFoxtrot
Your preference list: 4,1, 8, 7, 5, 3, 10
Zikwa name: Form
Zikwa gender: Male
Personality Concept in three words or less: Impulsive, Searching, Willful
Naming dream story:
There was no way through. The path was blocked. Many approached, saw the ruin, and turned back - they would fine another direction, some other journey to reach their destination.
One, however, met the challenge. Where others saw a lost cause, he saw a challenge. Where others saw nothing but darkness, he saw a glow on the other side. He would get to the other side, even if it is just all in his head. They called him crazy for such thoughts, but he just knows that something is there.
Of course, many attempts were in vain. But where there was no way, he would make his own - make a plan and execute to overcome. He would discover what was there - no matter what. It would be his...and then he could share.
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Posted: Sun Oct 21, 2012 11:39 am
Your username: anemosagkelos
Your preference list: Seven, Eight
Zikwa name: Inbetween (nickname Medium)
Zikwa gender: Female
Personality Concept in three words or less: Spiritual
Naming dream story: The third time she tries to leave the cavern, she has the words to tell her name. She looks up at the brood mother -- or the shimmering glow along her right flank -- and begins to speak.
"The kin are lost. They die but not. They wander, unsure of where to go. They need us."
She stops, shakes her head.
"No. They need me. Medium, inbetween."
The words are not as involved as her dream. The shades of the dead wandering to and fro are impossible to describe. Their unrest haunts her.
"I need to help them."
Your username: anemosagkelos
Your preference list: Eight, Seven
Zikwa name: Thief
Zikwa gender: Male
Personality Concept in three words or less: Cocky, Lustful, Proud
Naming dream story: He was not like the others who needed time to decide how to relate his dream to the brood mother. Instead he strode up to her without preamble and began to speak.
"The world is dark with shadows and blanketed with quiet. A perfect place for the guilty, the nefarious, to hide. I am neither and take no effort to be silent in movement.
I am drawn to warmth, not light, and the pulse of hearts. It is love that I am after, for love is all that matters in the end. One day, I believe there will be only one. Now, there are many.
I do not woo with words. I do not dine to speak. I am the one who listens; I am touch. And I wear it well.
A n** of the ear, a tangle of tails, a keen ear to listen, but most of all friendship. That is how I loved and how they loved me. And I would take a small piece of each heart, they were my collection, my pride. I preened and admired them in lonely instances, a lone buck waiting for a soulmate, lit by the hearts given, taken, in my lifetime. Really, I was a sweet thief."
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Posted: Sun Oct 21, 2012 3:21 pm
Your username: charLOLLI sheen
Your preference list: Don't have. They're all amazing. <3
Zikwa name: Finding Faith
Zikwa gender: Female
Personality Concept in three words or less: Daring, steadfast, and earnest.
Naming dream story:
"It began in the darkness. No heat. No cold. Just an empty state of being.
Ever so slowly a pulse of warmth filled my vision, becoming stronger with each passing breath. It beckoned me onwards, towards it, but I was afraid. I held back. Still the warmth called to me like so many voices in my head. Yet, it wasn't an actual noise and I couldn't hear it with my ears... Instead I felt it. I felt it with my heart and I knew that no matter what I did. No matter what my actions or their intent; I would always have that light calling me onwards.
So I moved. I stepped forward.
Again.
And again.
And again.
I moved into the warm light and opened my eyes for the first and last time. I opened them and all around me were other Zikwa. Our family. My family.
And I had found them."
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Posted: Sun Oct 21, 2012 6:16 pm
Your username: gospellicea
Your preference list: one
Zikwa name: Secret Peace
Zikwa gender: female
Personality Concept in three words or less: anxious, frightened, but strong
Naming dream story:
Everything was black. I could not see. Warmth surrounded me, as if I was in a cocoon waiting to change into something new. A voice spoke to me, and it sounded as if it was coming from everywhere, from all around and from inside of me. I felt deeply afraid.
You must leave. Do not hide. You must leave.
I whimpered in fear, not understanding.
Go to the swamp. It is the only way. You will be strong. You will conquer your problems. You will find your secret. You will find your peace.
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Posted: Sun Oct 21, 2012 6:36 pm
Your username: Wyntre IceBlade
Your preference list: 1, 8, 4, 5, 9, 10, 2, 7, 3, 6
Zikwa name: Nights Blessing
Zikwa gender: (Tentatively) Female
Personality Concept in three words or less: Shy Helpful Curious
Naming dream story: The caves I saw they were bright, unfamiliar. What could it all mean. Looking at the glow that identified her brood mother,
"The night...I saw a place where the caves were open. It is so bright in those caves but then a darkness falls and the blessings that I received in the ability to see the odd caves for what they were."
As she tilted her head to one side and then the other, her name came to her as she smiled slightly,
"It calls to me the night speaks and tells me that if I were to find this place it will bless me."
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Posted: Sun Oct 21, 2012 6:58 pm
Your username: Ruriska
Your preference list: 10, 9, 5, 7, 8, 4, 6, 1, 2, 3
Zikwa name: Buried Alive
Zikwa gender: Male
Personality Concept in three words or less: Brave, tolerant, quiet
Naming dream story:
“I was buried alive,” was all the young buck murmured and then he stood quietly, head bowed, as he remembered…
He could feel the earth shifting above and around him, settling into position. Rocks grinding, until they too had found their place with one last groan. Pressure on his back, his sides, his head, his legs, everywhere. Darkness, absolute.
Despite it all, he felt no fear. They sung for him, the sound passing down through the layers of dirt and rock, their words indecipherable but the intent clear. Buried alive, he gave his spirit to the earth.
Your username: Ruriska
Your preference list: 10, 9, 5, 7, 8, 4, 6, 1, 2, 3
Zikwa name: Deadlights
Zikwa gender: Female
Personality Concept in three words or less: Shrewd, protective, curious
Naming dream story:
The small doe quivered slightly, but her head was lifted proudly as she spoke, “Mother… in my dream, lights rose from the earth. They guided me through darkness to the body of a dead beast. The light buried inside it and shone so brightly that which was dead was soon not quite so anymore. The corpse rose, lights in its eyes and it was both terrible and wondrous to behold. That is all.”
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Posted: Sun Oct 21, 2012 10:15 pm
Your username: Amorpheous Your preference list: 10, 7, 8, 6, 4, 9, 5, 1, 2, 3 Zikwa name: Darkness on My Shoulders Zikwa gender: Doe Personality Concept in three words or less: Sad, Passionate, Withdrawn Naming dream story: I stood there
seeing nothing ahead except the
lights that faded in and out of shadows
until they stilled and settled
against so empty a dark the
black swallowed the light like a shroud
so deep and heavy made of
dust, blood, sorrow, and darkness
I step forward, press on
feeling strange shadows brush my shoulders
I search for something, I will be burdened
until I discover the truth anew And though all this came forth in her mind, all she could say was, "I carry a burden of truth and darkness, it settles on my shoulders." Your username: Amorpheous Your preference list: 7, 6, 10, 4, 8, 9, 5, 1, 2, 3 Zikwa name: Blooms in Decay Zikwa gender: Doe Personality Concept in three words or less: Secretive, Watchful, Deliberate Naming dream story: "I was laying on the ground, one with the swamp, no breath in my body, and from me, sprung new life."
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Posted: Mon Oct 22, 2012 7:56 am
Your username: The_Great_Book_Wyrm Your preference list: I'll fill this in later, but all of them are stunning. *3* Zikwa name: Remember Love (Reminder) Zikwa gender: Female Personality Concept in three words or less: Simple, Caring, Driven Naming dream story: She was one of the last to come up to her brood mare. Not because she was hesitant or scared, nor because she needed to gather her thoughts.
Truth be told, it was because she never had a lot of thoughts to gather.
But when she finally came up to the mare, she spoke with surprising firmness and devotion.
"I was with others. Many, many others. All children of our great Motherfather. They all spoke and laughed and wept and lived. But they were in such a hurry to live they forgot.
They forgot to love.
And I am here to remind them."
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Posted: Thu Oct 25, 2012 10:20 pm
Your username: Muffinsbaby
Your preference list: 4, 10, 9, 7, 8, 5, 6
Zikwa name: Voice of Many
Zikwa gender: Male
Personality Concept in three words or less: Confident, Loud, Responsive
Naming dream story:
"It began in a dark...field, is that what they're called?" He asked loudly, much to the bother of the kin gathered.
"It was this big open clearing....thing, kind of like our big room in our caves, but open to the sky and surrounded by huge stalagmites but they had green bunches at the top. I don't know. Anyway, there were a whole bunch of others around, in a large circle surrounding me. There were the kin of the stories our brood mothers told us, the Kimeti, the Kiokote, the Acha, and the Totoma. They looked just like they thought they would, and I saw them clear, no blurs, down to the very last feathery strand of a pelt, or curve of a horn.
They were all talking to me, shouting one thing to me: We are all one, we are the many. What does that even mean, right? They were all in unison, and all shouting, same volume, same pitch. They just kept yelling at me until I realized that was who I was."
He beamed at his brood mother, and at the others in the ceremony as he told them his name, "I am Voice of Many."
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Posted: Fri Oct 26, 2012 7:05 pm
Your username: Vesperiie
Your preference list: 2, 10, 4, 8, 6, 1, 7, 5
Zikwa name: Sage
Zikwa gender: Female
Personality Concept in three words or less: Hermione Granger
Naming dream story:
She stands at attention, patiently waiting her turn, both admiring and evaluating the tellings and tellers of dreams that come before her. Each of their names is committed to memory with a dutiful nod, ready to be drawn upon for some future interaction. When her time comes, she moves forward without hesitation, each step precise, hindered with only the smallest trace of foalish ungainliness. Her words are prepared and well practiced, her telling simple, yet poignant.
"Roots hold me fast to the ground. Around me the seasons change, and I bloom and wither and bloom again. My leaves, grey green, are brought back beneath the earth, to sustain or to cure. My flowers, lilac and blue, remain to watch the wandering of a faraway light."
She bows her head respectfully, grateful to their audience.
"I am Sage, and it is a pleasure to meet you all."
Your username: Vesperiie
Your preference list: 4, 2, 10, 5, 8, 9, 7, 6, 1
Zikwa name: Firefly Eyes
Zikwa gender: Female
Personality Concept in three words or less: inquisitive, authoritative, know-it-all
Naming dream story:
The missing word came to her that night, unknown and unbidden, as if from some unconscious recess of oneness. Curled amongst her sleeping brood mates, she murmured it to herself, tasting it, trying it out. Fire. Fly. Firefly. It was the word she had been waiting for. With it, her story was complete.
Her story she told the next day, small frame drawn up with pride, looking up into the glowing patterns of the kin that had gathered to hear.
"I am outside. It is wetter, and colder, and dark. Above me, around me, there are floating lights, carried on the backs of flying insects, winking in and out. Gradually, they pair together, two-by-two, and all of a sudden there are faces upon faces upon faces looking back at me with their firefly eyes."
The ceremony completed without mishap, she allowed herself a small smile of satisfaction.
Then she asked the question she had been wondering all along.
“What kin have fireflies for eyes?”
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Posted: Sat Oct 27, 2012 3:14 pm
Your username: Delicate Rose Bud
Your preference list: 5, 4, 8, 7, 10, 2, 1, 3, 6, 9
Zikwa name: Ceaseless Stare
Zikwa gender: Male
Personality Concept in three words or less: analytical, cautious, spacey
Naming dream story:
Idea inspired by the following quote:
"What is this life if, full of care,
We have no time to stand and stare?"
-William Henry Davies (1871-1940)
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Posted: Tue Oct 30, 2012 5:58 pm
Your username: SilverShieldwolf
Your preference list: 5, 4, 9, 6, 1, 3, 2, 10, 8, 7
Zikwa name: Soundless Voice
Zikwa gender: Female
Personality Concept in three words or less: Klutzy, caring, loyal
Naming dream story: In the crowd, she opened her mouth to talk. Nobody listened to her. It didn't matter who she talked to, they would look at her confused as she told them her story. She could hear her voice, but none other could. Even the animals wouldn't pay attention to what she said. Her actions had to be her voice. The soundless voice that makes them look and listen.
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