Roleplaying => Naming Dreams => Topic started by: Mima on May 31, 2019, 09:33:48 PM

Title: 🌸 unattributed words.
Post by: Mima on May 31, 2019, 09:33:48 PM
mima's naming dreams.

1. scarlet shade.
2. oil and water.
3. return to the soil.
Title: scarlet shade
Post by: Mima on May 31, 2019, 09:34:46 PM

sunset, burning in scarlet.
like the flickering luminance of a forest fire,
deepens the long shadows of dormant trees.

his smoldering eyes look up at the fading of light.
far away, the sun sears its shape into the horizon,
branches reaching into its silhouette like claws-
grasping at its fleeting warmth.

soon, the sky will fill with brilliant stars.
but now, just for now-
the shade consumes all.
Title: oil and water.
Post by: Mima on May 31, 2019, 09:40:08 PM

she stares at the silhouette
of someone she once loved,
their familiar shape now just
a black mark on the horizon.

people, by nature, are like
oil and water.
shake them all you want.
stir up their emotions.

still, inevitably, they will
Title: return to the soil.
Post by: Mima on May 31, 2019, 09:48:41 PM

even the brightest flowers will some day fade away,
shedding their petals and withering.

the same is true of him, too.
some day, without vigor, he will be laid to rest.

but, on the ground of that grave, perhaps,
more brilliant flowers will find the beginning of life.

in that way, he won't truly be gone.
he will simply return to the soil.
Title: hidden love.
Post by: Mima on August 17, 2019, 06:03:13 PM

it isn't as though she lacks feelings.
it isn't as though she's been hurt.

but she knows the way things are.
love is hidden in plain sight.

it exists within all things.
but you'll only find it if you dare look.
Title: merry berry.
Post by: Mima on August 18, 2019, 05:55:57 PM

enticing, far in the distance.
the deep purple of berry bushes,
their branches drooping,
weighed down by ripe fruit.

her legs ensnared in the brambles.
thorns tear into her skin.
she can't return now, can she?

so she pursues a world she cannot have.
even if it hurts-
even if finding it tears her limb from limb-
she'll face it with a smile.

be merry.

the next world fast approaches.
Title: bone meal.
Post by: Mima on September 14, 2019, 10:57:43 PM

when all that is left is dust,
when the trees are bare of leaves and fruit,
and when the prey animals cease to roam,

there is nothing left to be done.
nothing left but to survive.

she'll simply have to make
a meal of bones.
Title: solid.
Post by: Mima on September 14, 2019, 11:01:22 PM

Her trek across the tundra was harsh, as all were. Climbing the rocky, unforgiving mountains, however, was easily the worst part. The Totoma had never been the most delicate or agile when it came to climbing rocky outcroppings, often finding the edges of cliffs crumbling beneath her hooves.

But to her, it was a challenge all the same as learning to walk- to give up after falling before she reached her goal was accepting death.

Her broken bones reformed thicker, and the chips in her thick scales eventually wore down or broke, like the mountains she scaled on her journey. But still, they protected her well. That was all she could ask of them.

She would never be delicate, nor the swiftest to make the journey. Nor was it one she made it through unscathed. But in the end, she had made it through Solid.
Title: field fox.
Post by: Mima on September 19, 2019, 01:26:03 PM

freedom to roam, freedom to breathe.
freedom to hunt.

the grasses around her tickle her nose-
and the sound of mice squeaking tickles her ears.

she's like a fox in the field.

she's free of worries.
she's right where she should be.
and she's happy.
Title: uncertain.
Post by: Mima on October 08, 2019, 03:25:11 PM

something is wrong.
something, something...

but what?
she's uncertain.

like a white shadow,
her anxiety sweeps over her.

will she ever know what it was?
Title: firefly dance.
Post by: Mima on October 08, 2019, 03:32:43 PM

on the shortest nights of the year,
when the smell of summer is most potent,
the swamp lights up from within.

these are the nights she lives for.

greater in number than a whole herd can count,
the fireflies dance.

like the bright eyes of so many kimeti before her,
and so many after her, too.
Title: sky full of tears.
Post by: Mima on November 15, 2019, 04:34:10 AM

the most precious thing in the desert is the water.
the oncoming rumble of thunder is not feared-
it is cheered on.

at the end of the driest season,
mourning all the plants that have shriveled and died,
the sky weeps down precious life.
Title: fading beauty.
Post by: Mima on November 15, 2019, 04:37:36 AM

the fleeting sight of water in the desert.
the few days of the year where the cactus flowers open.
the first snow, that soon melts into the ground.

they are precious because they are rare to behold.
they are beautiful because they fade away.
Title: burns-with-rage.
Post by: Mima on November 17, 2019, 04:38:32 AM

The buck has never quite been the same since the forest fire which he was caught in when he was younger. He recalls his tribe taking rest for the night in the forest, taking respite from the pelting rain and rumbles of distant thunder in one of the few portions of the forest which was protected enough by the leaves to stay dry.

He doesn’t remember the lightning striking, but he does remember the roar of sudden sound and the sparking of newly lit flames.

Of his tribe, he was lucky. He left with his life- albeit with his flesh horrifically scarred, thanks to his dedication to trying to help anyone remaining out of the fire. Despite his best efforts, many of his closest friends and family... were not so lucky.

His rage still smolders internally- rage that starts at himself, for not being able to help those he lost.
Title: weaver of fate.
Post by: Mima on November 25, 2019, 04:58:09 PM

each being is drawn to one another, like a thread.
meetings and partings tangled up.
arguments tearing and fraying fragile bonds.

and looking down on it all, like a spider,
she weaves her own fate's web.
Title: arbitrary.
Post by: Mima on November 29, 2019, 01:51:13 PM

the world around then moves on.
it throws many things at them, many things.
too many to count.
there is no rhyme or reason to them.

in the end, the challenges are arbitrary.

what they are matters little.
the only thing that they can control is how they react.
Title: kindhearted.
Post by: Mima on June 13, 2020, 01:10:38 PM

no need to be rude.
Title: reverse.
Post by: Mima on June 13, 2020, 02:30:57 PM

the image reflected in the water
is strange yet familiar all at once.

like a song sung in reverse.
Title: hidden star.
Post by: Mima on June 13, 2020, 02:33:57 PM

even behind the clouds,
the stars keep shining.
Title: sleeping terror.
Post by: Mima on June 13, 2020, 02:47:26 PM

She's known for two things: sleeping a frankly absurd amount that makes many kin concerned for her health, and a vicious streak that absolutely will not quit. These two traits combined mean that waking her up is ill advised. After the first couple of times she gored a poor concerned tribemate for daring to try rousing her from her sleep, intentionally or in a half-conscious haze, kin started referring to her as "the terror" or "the sleeping terror" just to preemptively warn others not to mess with her while she's getting her rest.

While not the most "honorable" name a Totoma could be given, she takes it in stride.
Title: reflowering.
Post by: Mima on June 13, 2020, 02:52:34 PM

the tree no longer grew leaves.
its skeleton reached out towards an empty sky.
according to everyone, it was long dead.

what a surprise it was
to see it flowering.
Title: immortal smoke.
Post by: Mima on June 17, 2020, 06:25:31 PM

the smoke that reaches to the sky.
great grey and black plumes of shade.
she can feel it in her lungs.
she can feel it on her skin.

forever upward and upward it rises.
into the clouds.
over the clouds.
to the moon.
to the stars.

into the dark night it fades away.
but its smell, its feeling.
they linger, forever.

in her heart.
in the sky.
Title: story on the wind.
Post by: Mima on August 17, 2020, 05:19:51 AM

it whispers quiet stories into his ear.

tales of woe, of love, of tragedy and passion.

he is forever indebted.

raising his voice until it rings against the sky,

he sings back.
Title: squirm.
Post by: Mima on August 17, 2020, 05:22:57 AM

he doesn't have legs.
he's a shapeless, amorphous thing.
but he has to move somehow.

he squirms.
Title: drowned in flame.
Post by: Mima on August 17, 2020, 05:28:11 AM

flame courses through her nerves.
she tries to take a burning breath,
but hot pain consumes her lungs.

she's drowning.
Title: indigo.
Post by: Mima on August 18, 2020, 10:29:11 PM

It's a strange bush with tall, pointed flowers that she finds at the edge of the plains, where the land is scrubby and losing lushness. Not quite the desert, but far enough from her home she dare not tread further. And yet... Its little flowers are the most beautiful purple-blue she's ever seen...
Title: lends-tears.
Post by: Mima on August 21, 2020, 10:07:47 PM

Introspective and empathetic, ever since he was young, this Totoma was happy to listen to the problems of his tribemates and try to give them a hand in whatever ailed them. Of course, he always ended up crying whenever anyone had really sad predicaments, since he's very emotional. While there was never anything particularly special about what physical feats or skills he could lend them, he was always willing to give anyone who needed it someone to cry along with so that they'd feel less alone. And so, for his devotion to being supportive to every kin who came his way, he was given the name Lends-Tears.
Title: lightning caller.
Post by: Mima on August 21, 2020, 10:10:00 PM

Touched by the electric energy of the fractured obelisk, he was given the uncanny ability to sense storms on the horizon long before most other totoma. His fur tends to stand on end even before clouds gather. He earned his name after warning his tribe of an incoming storm long enough in advance to get all their members to safety. His warning told of a lightning strike that would light the dry winter brush ablaze, and when it turned out to be true, he was given the name Lightning Caller.
Title: now.
Post by: Mima on August 21, 2020, 10:13:49 PM

the past is unchangeable,
and the future is unpredictable.

they are just fleeting illusions.
the one thing he can truly call "himself"
exists only now.
Title: unclean.
Post by: Mima on August 21, 2020, 10:19:32 PM

she scrubs furiously at her legs.
she can see the color staining the pure river,
and yet it won't come off.
it remains in her fur.
she will never be clean.
Title: repays-debts.
Post by: Mima on September 11, 2020, 03:54:12 AM

After his mother's blessing by King of Shadows during her pregnancy, this Totoma felt a calling of honor from a very young age to seek out his tribe. Not only to thank him for what he had done, but also to make good on the promise to help him in return for the blessing. Eventually he found himself among their ranks, and though he could not stay in their lands year-round due to the influence of the Obelisk, he always returned with stories and trinkets from his travels in order to help repay the debt his mother took with King for his blessing.
Title: lion in the stars.
Post by: Mima on September 11, 2020, 03:57:09 AM

the stars seem to shift and twist above, and he draws the lines of a lion between them. he can almost swear it roars back at him.
Title: deadly fantasy.
Post by: Mima on September 13, 2020, 06:47:25 AM

though he can feel the slow poison,
the feeling in his ears and tail fading away,
his limbs no longer working,

the fruit is so sweet it is unreal.

maybe he's just forgotten what reality means,
searching for a fantasy
that only death can hold.
Title: warped reflection.
Post by: Mima on September 14, 2020, 03:16:27 AM

she is looking up, from below the water.

she is staring into her own sobbing face-
though it isn't quite her own.
her sister's tears warp the pool with every drop.


she stares on emotionless as her sister's face contorts,
growing gaunter and gaunter as flesh recedes from bone,
as her neck twists and her limbs falter, her body decaying.

"this wasn't supposed to be..."

sister's voice is accusatory,
her beautiful blue eyes still glowing,
though her face has been reduced to skin-on-skull.

"you were the one who was supposed to die."
Title: slush.
Post by: Mima on September 15, 2020, 04:39:32 AM

it chills her to the bone, it's thick as mud, and it clings to her fur like burrs, but all she can do is wade through it.
Title: wolfthistle.
Post by: Mima on September 16, 2020, 06:24:12 AM

its thorns tear through his thin skin like the teeth of a wolf would tear into a lamb's flesh.
Title: adequate.
Post by: Mima on October 13, 2020, 02:51:55 AM



Title: infinite truth.
Post by: Mima on October 13, 2020, 02:55:22 AM

the truth of all things,
the concept of reality itself,
is something he cannot touch,
cannot truly behold.

it is nothing, and yet it is

Title: falling star festival.
Post by: Mima on October 13, 2020, 03:01:07 AM

as stars pit-a-pat to the ground like hailstones,
each glowing in a rainbow hue,
all are shouting and hollering.

singing their tales of woe,
their tales of grandeur.
moving, beating like a heart.

all is
a chorus of voices,
a chorus of colors.

and he dances the night away.
Title: moonchill.
Post by: Mima on October 13, 2020, 03:07:42 AM

all is in darkness. the moon hangs in the sky, ominously. it is an eye, unblinking, and it watches her always. it sees all her tragedies, all her lies, all her hopes. she cannot escape it- for there is nothing else. only darkness awaits her, all darkness but the moon that hangs in the sky.

a chill runs down her spine.
Title: cat's eye.
Post by: Mima on October 28, 2020, 04:54:54 AM

at the edges of her vision, they blend into shadow.
shapes not quite of cats, but that's all she can think to compare them to.
in the dark, she sees their eyes reflect ghostly light.
Title: morel.
Post by: Mima on November 14, 2020, 03:11:38 AM

a strange but tasty treat.