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 Posted: Thu Mar 26, 2009 10:22 am
: razz ROMPT:: Taken from 2nd page of Thread (hope that's okay) sweatdrop   This lovely pair of male and female lovebirds are quietly dreaming while still in their totem forms. Each dreams of finally venturing off, thinking up fantastical worlds and hoping similar sights truly await them. But what's this, as they travel in their personal dreamland, they actually come across each other? This is the first time meeting another totem, much less in a dream! I wonder how will they react?
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Posted: Sun Mar 29, 2009 4:44 pm
Zella was fast asleep inside her tome, dreaming of beautiful days, and the wonderous sites she longed to see. It won't be long now,' she thought to herself,'that I'll be out and I can see the world as it really is.'
Of course, her dream world was only what she imagined the real world to be. But what she imagined was the open skies and clouds of the real world. She didn't seem to dream that there was a planet beneath those clouds, only more clouds.
In her dream, she was flying. No, not flying, floating. She could float through the air, and hop from cloud to cloud. She had no limits and was free as, well, as free as a bird, whatever that was.
She loved to play in the fluffy white clouds, and she would dig on them, making holes and watching them fill themselves in. She also slept on the clouds. They were the softest thing in her dream world afterall.
She knew she was sleeping, but sometimes it felt so real here. She would run and jump and play. Skipping from one cloud to the next, doing flips and turns and dives. She was spectacular! She loved the feeling of the air whipping through her fur, and when she would land, she'd fall into the cloud, disappearing in it's fluff.
Her dream world also had a sun. The sun gave such a warm glow and made the clouds change colors. There were rainbows weaving themselves in and out of the clouds, disappearing into the distance. The rainbows acted as bridges, but never led to anywhere, only more clouds.
Her dream world did get lonely sometimes. She was so anxious for the day that she could wake up and see the real world. She could always have her dream world, but she wanted companionship, and friends.
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Posted: Sun Mar 29, 2009 8:39 pm
Zephyr was a only a tome among the beings of the dimension called Reality, a time and space he had yet to observe first hand (save very primitive sensations of touch). Within his realm of dreams however, he was an artist seated at an empty canvas with an imagination of endless possibilities.
This evening he was painting a true masterpiece! Shades of brown came first, sepia and sienna followed by chocolate and dun; a lush array of greens were next, chartreuse and sap, forest and emerald.
He used these pigments to make objects strange to him, and yet so familiar with their tough, gnarled exteriors and tall reaching parts dotted with many vivacious structures that extended to face the sky. The entire bodies of these entities were stretching to reach the warm glow Zephyr felt even as a tome every time the night in Reality was over.
The spirits he painted were of course the trees, and along with them he fashioned vines and bushes, leaf litter and moss; he created flowers from vivid tones of indigo and crimson, tangerine and rose. His dream positively flowed with the life of a passionate spectrum.
But something is missing within this grand display he thought to himself sadly, an inclination he'd never known before. He tried to fill the emptiness in his heart with accents of turquoise and peacock (a sky), creams and misty gray (the clouds), and even a blend of canary and gold to represent the warmth he felt upon his skin in Reality (sunlight).
Alas, his efforts were futile. He'd never dealt with such a strange emotion before, though he tried desperately to will them away with every stroke.
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Posted: Sun Mar 29, 2009 9:28 pm
During one of her dreams, she was laying on a single drifting cloud, staring up in the void and swishing her tail from side to side, causing small fluffs of the cloud to float up and away. She sighed and rolled over onto her stomach, and looked over the edge of the cloud. Below she saw, as per usual, more clouds. She sighed again and went to roll back over, but something caught her eye.
There was a splash of color showing through an area of cloud, as if it were somewhere below. Curious, she stood, and hopped from her cloud to one closer to that area. As she got nearer, she noticed there was alot of color and different shapes to the color.
"OH!" she exclaimed. "How beautiful." She stared hard at it, trying to figure out what she was seeing. The cloud she was on was moving away and she needed to be closer. She hopped off the cloud and into the air, pushing herself forward toward the new thing in her dream.
As she neared, the colors became richer and more defined, taking the shape of tall structures, that looked harder than clouds, with smaller structures protruding from them in all directions, decorated with smaller things that fluttered. Of course, she was seeing trees and their branches and leaves, but she didn't know this.
She floated closer, within a few feet of these intriguing structures.
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Posted: Mon Mar 30, 2009 11:30 am
Zephyr continued his attempt to thwart the feeling of emptiness inside of him, fearing the odd emotion would turn his dream into a nightmare. A thought came to him suddenly as he observed the forest he'd painted, I've forgotten that strange, whispy touch I feel once in a while that always leaves me so refreshed and cool. With out this strange sensation the forest was still, and the air was rather stale. He began to imagine what color this odd element would take on.
Zephyr considered the colors he'd already used, but none of them fit quite right. He recollected the first time he'd experienced it, feeling it's cool caress once more; he also thought of the times when it whipped past with such furry it howled like the adult wolves. An elder's soft voice whispered to him once that he was named after this special thing when it blew to the west; the elder called it wind. Such a thing with multiple emotions must have a very special pigment, perhaps one that is even unable to be seen Zephyr thought curiously. An idea came to him then; he took his brush and simply swirled it about the sky and leaves, and wind was born within the dream.
Zephyr made light breezes with gentle strokes, and great gusts with motions that were firm and fast. He felt the wind in his fur and remembered this was not just a painting, but a world he could move through. He stepped into the forest, and started exploring his creation. Fallen leaves were soft beneath his feet, as was the earth, and the breeze carried scents of the vivid flowers to his nose. The gnarled beings provided shade from the hot sunlight, and their green adornments [provided] a canopy of wonders. He sought out one that was closest to the golden warmth in the sky, and climbed up to get a better view.
He was nearly at the top when he realized an empty place still existed in this world; he simply could not uncover what was lacking. Suddenly he saw something, a flash of color in the clouds. "What was that beautiful thing," he questioned the silence softly. The colorful creature emerged from the fluff again, closer this time, before disappearing into another of the fluffy objects. Zephyr climbed even higher to get a better view, using the thin, green structures and smaller gnarled extensions for cover.
Just then the colorful one floated down out of the last thin whisps of the fluff; it inspected the tall beings' lush green decorations, and hovered near his hiding spot. Zephyr's eyes drifted across it's body, and he turned slightly to see his own. He noticed the similarities between them from colorful fur, to body structure, and bushy tails. It must be a Sun Wolf too he thought merrily, recalling what another elder whispered to him about the group of beings they were.
He continued to watch this other Sun Wolf as it floated about the gnarled being, and paid close attention to it's face. Zephyr wondered if his face looked the same, as he'd never seen his own reflection before.
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Posted: Mon Mar 30, 2009 5:31 pm
She reached out a paw to touch one of the little moving green things. It was wet... She pulled her paw back and looked it. It was stained with green. She shook her paw, hoping to get it off, but it didn't move, only splashed off droplets of the colored stuff.
She wrinkled her nose at the stuff. She didn't like that it changed her color. She floated away and began to descend towards the bottom when something caught her eye. It was a different color than the green and brown. It was the same colors of her. She stopped and stared towards it, mostly hidden from view by the leaves. Maybe it was another creature like her!
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Posted: Mon Mar 30, 2009 6:21 pm
Zephyr continued gazing at the other Sun Wolf when he saw it place its paw on one of the gnarled one's small, green parts. It drew the paw back quickly, a puzzled look about its face. When he saw what it was staring at, a green stain where the paw made contact, he knew immediately that it was his fault. He fought back the urge to say something, and instead put his eyes on his own paws; they too were stained. He hadn't noticed so much before, but his pads looked as though he'd dipped them in deep chocolate (from the earth and leaf litter).
He shook away his thoughts as he saw the wolf begin to float to the bottom of the gnarled one. It stopped suddenly, eyes locked on his position. Does it know I'm here he wondered remaining perfectly still. He decided it must, for its eyes seemed to seek out more of him attempting to figure out what kind of creature he was.
Zephyr took in a deep breath, and stepped out into the warm goldenrod glow. He slowly made his way across the gnarled one's thick extension toward the other wolf. He stopped in front of it mesmerized by this new view; it looked just as puzzled as he was.
Attempting to break the silence between them, he tried to form words with his mouth, but couldn't find the right ones. Calm your nerves, it obviously means you no harm he said to himself, trying to muster the courage to greet the other wolf; his efforts were in vain, and he dropped his head slightly revealing his lack of confidence to do so.
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Posted: Mon Mar 30, 2009 7:23 pm
As the creature emerged from the green and brown mass, she was startled to see another being like herself, especially since, she was supposedly asleep. [[XD]]
She tumbled backwards at the surprise of coming face to face with it. She knew there was something there, that looked like her, but she wasn't prepared for this. She floated back level with it, but kept her distance. She watched him carefully, letting her eyes examine him scrutinously. He appeared to have the same markings that she did. Maybe it was part of her dream? Maybe she had dreamt up another creature like herself so that she wouldn't be lonely anymore. She tilted her head a bit to the side, in wonder at this beautiful specimen.
She decided to approach. If it was just a dream, it wouldn't hurt her afterall...
She floated closer, sniffing at it. It had the same smell as her. She wondered if she touched it, if it would stain her fur like the other thing had. She tentavely reached out the paw that wasn't stained, and touched it's nose.
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Posted: Tue Mar 31, 2009 9:50 am
The other wolf may have noticed he tried to say something, but paid it no mind. It hovered closer to him, and sniffed at him lightly. He sniffed back wonder what it smelled; he smelled something about this wolf that was similar in his scent. Perhaps it is the Sun Wolf in both of us Zephyr thought curiously, but what is the other part of the scent that's so...gentle...
He realized after it sniffing him, and him sniffing it (then him inspecting his own scent) each being, even those among the same group, had their own scent. Intrigued by this idea, he wondered what other qualities they shared that differed from other groups of creatures.
Zephyr was lost in this notion when it slowly reached out a paw and touched his nose. The texture of it's paw was like nothing he'd ever come into contact with before; it was thick and almost tough, but it was also smooth. It was also warm, warm with the flow of life. He was quite mesmerized by this idea of life, and decided to investigate with his own sense of touch. With its paw still on his nose he reached up and touched its fur. He found it to be like the small, slender beings which grew up from the earth, and moved with the wind (grass), yet much softer. He finally worked up the nerve to say something.
"Heh...hello," he managed to say, and removed his paw from its fur politely.
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Posted: Tue Mar 31, 2009 2:40 pm
Zella watched as it mimicked her motion of feeling of her, probably to see if she was real or not as well. It's paw touched her fur and she blanched, but immediately relaxed. It's touch was soft and tender. She knew that it wouldn't hurt her, whether it be real or part of her dream.
But how could it be real? How could another wolf be here in her dream? Unless, because they were spirits, they could visit each other's dreams. Maybe their totems were close together on outside. It was a very disorienting thing.
She let her paw fall from the other wolf's nose and said softly in reply, "Hello to you too." She stared into it's eyes, wondering where this beautiful creature had come from. "How are you here?" she asked.
She took notice that it was slightly bigger than her, and built slightly different. 'Maybe it's not the same as me.' she thought. 'It seems that it might be a different form of spirit wolf; perhaps a male?'
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