[WargazmMonkey]

Here I will post my naming dreams/events (I think this is what everyone else puts here *shrug*)

[WargazmMonkey]

 
Chaotic Excess grew up in a a part of the swamp that was inhabited by every species of Kin. The acha far out numbered the others though, so it was no wonder that Excess became friendly with one. She spent most of her days drifting, doing what caught her fancy and pursuing the arts that she deemed worthy at the time, always striving for that perfect result. She would strive for this act of gaining perfection with such ferocity she would neglect all other things in her life until she accomplished her goal. Her life was a chaotic mess of bouncing from one task to another. The only real break she would take was to spend time with her friend Unfathomable, who always seemed to know where the best mushrooms were. Excess became addicted to the feeling this psychedelic gave her that she would become furious if she could not get it. One day, after many years, her friend wrote a poem about her, and that poem read, in part:

In Excess she lives,
Until perfection she earns,
Of Chaos she became.

This stuck with Excess so much, that she took her name from it. thus becoming Chaotic Excess, the perfect Kin.

[WargazmMonkey]

From beneath the rocks and wave,
Slithered serpent with piercing gaze,
To tell of a future in which you reap,
The knowledge of the past, buried deep.

[WargazmMonkey]

Upon the burning Earth,
Among the cloves of grass,
Sprouted a pod of fungus,
Left alone and withered.

[WargazmMonkey]

So quiet. So, so quiet. Was she the only one? Only one... what? Alive? Was she even that? She didn't know. She wasn't truly even here, she could tell. Merely observing, what - she did not know.
Something moved in the shadows. Suddenly a doe burst forth, dashing down the well worn path. Fleeing perhaps, toward the light. She turned her head back towards the shadows. No pursuant. A laugh from the doe, who now had entered the light. Shock rattled the observer to the core. It was HER. The doe was her, or what she thought would BE her. She was running again, flitting between the trees. She was chasing the mist. Playing with the elements as if they were her best, and only, friend. Perhaps they were. "Chasing the Mists," the observer mused. Was that her name? It felt right. With that the scene and her consciousness faded. 

[WargazmMonkey]

Untold Colors is blind. All his life, he has heard about colors and collected descriptions of them in his mind. He wants to understand so he has other's describe the color to him in terms that make him feel he may know it. But everyone has so many different ideas on what a color is; blue is cold and warm. Green is healthy and sick. He continues collecting and searching for Untold Colors.