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 Posted: Tue Oct 30, 2012 6:14 pm
Your username: Scaramouche Fandango
Your preference list: 9, 7, 5, 3, 4, 10, 6, 8, 1, 2
Zikwa name: Stop
Zikwa gender: Male
Personality Concept in three words or less: Always treads lightly
Naming dream story: He wanted to touch her
To tell her he cared
A gentle caress
A nuzzle
A rub
He wanted to tell him about his body
He’d never seen it
But he knew it was lovely
He wanted to tell them
But if he did, they might laugh, sharp shards of gold piercing the darkness, scattering his dreams
So it was better to bite his tongue.
Always better to keep shut his mouth, his jaws clapped ‘round the words that formed there.
Let them move first in all things, whoever they were.
Always better to tread lightly.
Always better to stop.
Stop before you got hurt.
There was a light at the end of the tunnel.
He took two steps toward it.
And stopped.
Your username: Scaramouche Fandango
Your preference list: 9, 7, 5, 3, 4, 10, 6, 8, 1, 2
Zikwa name: She Who Dares
Zikwa gender: Female
Personality Concept in three words or less: Glorious, singing soul
Naming dream story:
She woke up in the dark and knew. The bird told her “Nothing ever good could possibly come of this place.” She didn’t know the bird; she didn’t know any bird, but knew inside that the flapping bundle of feathers was the thing that would lead her to glory.
The cave was murk and dark and she knew that elsewhere was light and bubbles.
There was a light at the end of the tunnel.
She took two steps toward it.
And ran forward.
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Posted: Tue Oct 30, 2012 8:21 pm
Your username: asahi kumoru
Your preference list: seven, three, one, four, six, eight, nine, five, two, ten
Zikwa name: Other Muds
Zikwa gender: male
Personality Concept in three words or less: twitchy eccentric synesthete
Naming dream story: His nose was to the ground because it was the best way to "see" what was going on, but he heard them first. The sound of ones approaching, like the amplified march of a thousand ants within their tunnels, drew closer and louder, making his ears ring. As they came within range, he could feel the droplets of damp earth disturbed by their steps - all of the scents unfamiliar. The First Scent, as he remembered it after emerging, was that of Home. But all of the others brought infinite other perfumes to his nostrils, in all their shades of Unfamiliar, from Other Muds, outside of Home.
Where were they going?
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Posted: Wed Oct 31, 2012 8:45 am
Your username: Roadkill
Your preference list: Six, Two, Ten, Nine, Four, Five
Zikwa name: Digger
Zikwa gender: Female
Personality Concept in three words or less: Passionate, Daring
Naming dream story:
"There were a lot of holes around me," began the young zikwa. This ceremony into adulthood excited Digger, rather than making her nervous. It would be her first real step into society and she could not wait. "A lot!"
"I was busy making a hole in the mud! So, I must've been the one to make all the others." She paused for a moment, searching for the words to best describe what she had experienced. "I kept doing it over and over. But they never made me... happy? Yeah, they never made me happy! So I stopped going down-- I wanted to go up!" She clattered her hooves enthusiastically.
"I went up and up and up. And then... I broke through to another side! My digging didn't seem so, mm... pointless! I did it! I got to the other side! And! Oh, I guess that's it." Digger ended her story sheepishly, having been caught up in the adventure in her mind.
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Posted: Wed Oct 31, 2012 9:37 am
Your username: ashes to the wind
Your preference list: 1, 8, 7, 5, 3, 4, 2, 6, 9, 10
Zikwa name: Release
Zikwa gender: Female
Personality Concept in three words or less: Humble, Energetic, Just
Naming dream story:
By the light of the moon, I waited.
Slowly shifting under my weight.
My body was heavy... My brittle bones could not support my weight.
The light rained down on me—engulfed me in it's glow.
It felt warm. It felt new. It felt enchanting.
And in my excitement, my last breath was my release.
Your username: ashes to the wind
Your preference list: 1, 8, 7, 5, 3, 4, 2, 6, 9, 10
Zikwa name: Tempered Sun
Zikwa gender: Female
Personality Concept in three words or less: Cunning, Confident, Loyal
Naming dream story:
My senses were failing.
What was this heat?
The sun rose above me, boiling my skin, baking my bones.
The moon took its place, freezing my body to the core.
The sun rose again, thawing me and again it continued.
Hot and cold. Day and night.
Strange for me to feel these sensations.
But my skin hardened. My bones grew strong.
I no longer felt the tempering of the sun.
It had given me strength.
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Posted: Wed Oct 31, 2012 12:42 pm
Your username: Jun D
Your preference list: 2, 4
Zikwa name: Shroud
Zikwa gender: Male
Personality Concept in three words or less: Peace-earning ascetic
Naming dream story:
I could hear their voices, nothing else. Many voices, different, not like ours. And then they started - and then I felt it. I felt it first on my face - against my face, like a stream, a pushing weight. More and more - it was all over me. I opened my mouth to shout, to scream: it poured down my throat, seared my lungs - it burned. I could not breathe. More and more, they piled it upon me, more and more. Further and further, I could not move, could not think, not hear, not feel - my ears, my mind, all slid towards a senseless nothing, no sound, no touch, buried under.
That was my end, and I felt ashamed. I had done nothing, loved nothing, knew nothing, had nothing to contribute to the all. The oneness would give me peace - but I had not earned it. Then I realised I could still feel shame, and so that was not the end. The feel of shame brought back the cold about my skin, the unrelenting pressure - and then I could feel that still they piled.
But now it was different. I was not yet ended. I would not be ended, not like this. I would know peace - but I would earn it. I fought. I moved my limbs. Feebly at first, by degrees, a shift, a twitch. Then more - more - till I could kick. I kicked, I flailed, I fought. Let them pile. I fought. The more they piled, the more I fought, the more I learned, the more I earned - till finally I could fight my way out, break through the hard, bright, pressing, paining air, and plunge myself full into the sweet earned peace of welcoming earth.
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Posted: Wed Oct 31, 2012 7:26 pm
Your username: Appeal
Your preference list: 8
Zikwa name: Pitch Black
Zikwa gender: Buck
Personality Concept in three words or less: Burdened, Philosophical, Schematic
Naming dream story: The shadows cast on the ground quickly began to disappear as the high noon sun quickly began to fall. As if time had been sped up, darkness began to spread across the sky like a ripple in a pond even though the day was not at its end. In the blink of an eye the sun went first, followed by the clouds until a deep dark blue remained across the height of the world. Like a vast night, spots of light twinkled in the darkness until soon the stars began fall as well.
Bright lights landed all over the swamp until the light in them died and the darkness began to spread out through them. The sky had begun to consume the world, starting with the sparkling surface of the water. Soon the trees swayed and the leaves moaned as soon they too began to disappear, consumed by the engulfing darkness. An unstoppable force, it continued until even the ground was lost to the darkness.
Alone in the darkness I allow myself to become consumed and became one with the world.
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Posted: Wed Oct 31, 2012 8:59 pm
Now closed! Judging tomorrow. (:
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