Dream: I was walking with Ross in the fields behind his house (he lives on a farm in the middle of nowhere pretty much) and we were talking. We must have been around 11 or 12, is my guess, and it was a cloudy day and real windy. We were talking about monsters (like Godzilla) and Star Trek and all that cause we're cool and then the wind picks up. I'm almost blown over but manage to stay up and Ross is having some trouble too (but he's always been strong and such) and we look behind us and BAM- there's Lillian. At this time we thought Lillian (Ross' older sister) to be this invincible being that could like, survive a nuke.

We were weird. Still are. Anyway.

So Lilly was like OMGRAGINGMAD and it was like she was the reason the clouds were all thundery and stormy. We look at each other, screamed, and ran. Lilly started chasing us (a common event back in rl) and we came to a some random woods. Even though at that age, and still even now, we were good at moving through thicks woods, we got even better. And it was weird. Now I can say it was ninja like but at the time it was before ninjas were so big. So we were dashing and jumping and Lilly's on our tail and suddenly I trip- of course- and just before Lillian gets me Ross pulls her hair (a common defense maneuver we used back in the day) and we Double Teamed her.

Eventually we lost and I woke up all weired out, but now I can look back at it and enjoy it.

Why was it special to you?:
It was something that we really did, yet had twists that gave it a surreal feel. I got to hang out with Ross, and we had an adventure and fought for all that was right and good by fighting the evil Lillian. I don't get dreams that make that much sense (or have a real plot you could say) anymore. Now mine are just weird XD - fun though.

How long did it last roughly?:
I couldn't tell you. How long in real time it lasted. Dream time, if there IS such a thing, it probably lasted about 15 minutes. Cause Ross and I didn't run very long, and the fight was fairly short. Maybe 20 minutes.

Were you lucid?:
No. Most assuredly not. I had this dream when I was around 11 or 12; before I cared much for dreams. My interest in dreams, and art, has come in the last 2-3 years.

Did parts of it confuse you?:
Not really. The dream was pretty straight forward and probably the result of not only what frequently happened when awake but also the combined exaggerations of Ross' and my own imaginations. Yay for wild imaginations <3

If you could see it again would you want to and why?:
I'm not sure XD Considering that Lilly and I are 'sisters' (at some point I was unofficially adopted into the family XD) it wouldn't fit anymore. Would certainly be funny to tell though- and maybe try for some lucidity.

Dreamcast 4, yo. Digi's choice of music.

Something that WON'T make me scared to turn out the lights XD

I believe I've had that Lucidity where you know you're in a dream but can't quite do anything about it. I actually had it a few weeks ago. I realized I was in a dream. I mean I knew it for a fact. I looked at a clock, then away, then back, and the clock wasn't there anymore. And I'm all "Hmm. This is a dream." I also pinched myself but felt pain, and so ignored that. So I began walking, I was in my school, and everything began getting all warped and I'm like wondering what's going on and I decide this is getting a little to weird, and wake up. It's a bit hazy because though it was perfectly clear for a few weeks I have terrible memory. I just do.

In order:
Skillet
Thousand Foot Krutch
Linkin Park
Disturbed
-no order-
Three Days Grace
Drowning Pool
KJ-52
Johnny Cash
Common
Rob Zombie

And many, many more from all different genres. I really don't pay much attention to a bands/songs genre. If I like the music and lyrics, or lack of lyrics for instrumental, then I'll listen.

Loved the Podcast. Course, I did that thing again where I listen to while trying to sleep, and end up not actually sleeping cause I'm LAUGHING. I have a job now. This could be bad? XD

I have a question, but it's real related to the cast itself, so I'll drop you, DiGi, a PM on it. Overall, nice job. Very amusing, informative (seeing as how I dun actively search for it), and all around well done. Cheers to the both of you. Now, I'm off to bed, as it's 7AM and I have to work at 12PM.

Ask Trip. We all know how well Digi can actually sing XD; He can rap like no ones business, but singing? Well, maybe. But at least we know for sure that Trip has a lovely singing voice. So, I say, Yay!

It would be a monumental moment, duncha know.

Come on, DiGi, man. Do it for the fans, eh?

Looks like arguments abound no matter what forum you hit.

Anyway. I only read the comic as far as what Trip has- and oi.... I haven't even played the game but the dialog's cliche, the art works is like... dead... and oi... >_< I think DiGi would do a wonderful at ranting about Archie and their terrible 'comic'.

You know it's ok that you can't do an American accent cause most Americans butcher both the Scottish (yes, I noticed you say it much differently then we do XD) accent and the British one. This might be long so I apologize ahead of time.

Shoutout: Shoutout to Peng, even though none of you know her cause I can't drag her on the forums. Peng. Get over here you orange Penguin you. And dun tell me you dun have time cause I know ya do! Also thanks to Trippy for not only introducing me to NiGHTS, but also, due to that, getting me more connected with my own dreams and imagination and giving Chris (alter-ego. Dun ask...) a chance to get through to me. Oh the last few years have been so crazy mad... Well. That's about it. Thanks to you all and Peng, I expect to see you on the NiD.forums.

I believe it's unanimous! The people have spoken and DiGi must sing!

XDD

Yeah, but that's Europe. We in America just kinda chuckle and smile to those in the UK ^_^

Either way, more time for development and polishing is ALWAYS a plus. And, really, there's no point in worrying too much over something we can't really control. Or, say, making more worries then needed.

I'm usually a mix. Sometimes I see me as if it's a movie, and other times I see it from my pov. Sometimes I'm not even there and it's Chris. Or it's me and Chris and it's movie-like. My best dreams that I remember clearly have me as if it's a movie and it's always realistic, except Chris cause he always appears in anime form no matter what. As far as talking goes, it's always English (thank God). But really there's never much talking. Maybe mouth movement but no sound.

And a horrible story at that.

Anyway; my thoughts are pretty much the same as those who've said it's just for decoration, and maybe a visible sign of courage. Really though, I've always just seen it has a NiGHTS thing, just like the other Nightmaren have their own thing. Jackal with his mantle, Reala with... himself, and so on so. No need for a deep meaning or anything.

Your little gang here makes me cackle
A traitor and a little girl is easy to tackle
But now some Nightopian wants to play?
That little fairy food has nothing to say!

Little NiGHTS here decided to rebel
He was beat up bad and placed in a cell
Then comes some dreamers who save his ass
He's proven to all Mares he's got no class

And you little girl with your long pink hair
You act all sway only when NiGHTS is there
They call me a joker but it's gotta be off
Your terrible rhymes and words make me scoff

But oh now the real laugh is comin' in
The little fairy lunch thinks it can win
Come a little closer you delicious snack
We'll play a game where I stuff ya in a sack

The jesters old news
The girl's lost a few screws
The pian's just a snack
But hey, Jackle's back

I hope you know you're not one to speak
NiGHTS got lucky but you just went squeak
The clown and dreamers at least played the game
You just went fishing and acted all tame

The cards don't lie and you're in trouble
Now Reala's here and he'll hurt you double
You have no right to talk all big
If you had fought you'd have snapped like a twig!

I eat pians like you for lunch and dinner
I'm a pro at the game and you're not even beginner
You say I haven't a middle and call it a shot?
I say read the manual again cause flames need to be hot

Your little 'insult' was ice cold and shattered
By the time the Mares are through you'll be in tatters
It's a new game now and the rules are my style
They won't be very nice but certainly vile

With a slight of hand
You'll be crushed as sand
The Master's gonna rule
So stop fighting like a fool

Oh ho ho the girls got spunk
She just took that pian and made a slam dunk
You're pretty smart, for a dreamer that is
But lets make it clear you're no rhyming whiz

You laugh at the mantle but I laugh at YOU
Just wait till you sleep and we'll see what's new
You're all this talk and badmouthing the Jackle
But in reality your little poems make me cackle

You're threatening to punch us right out cold
Blah, blah, blah your talk is old
Without that purple jester you're nothing but normal
You're not special, not strong, and that's just being formal

I give props to you for messing with NiGHTS
I'll laugh it up when you smack the pian from sight
But if there's one thing I know it's with me you're lost
Don't try and act tough cause you're not the boss

I'm still number one
I'm still top gun
The girls got some brains
But the pians insane

So now that the cat's here you come back?
Where were you girl when I was on the attack?
It's been weeks so dun be snide
You ran off awhile ago to hide

And as for the lyrics- or attempt at least
You're worse then the crazy feline beast!
There was NO rhythm there at all
You started out fast but went down to a crawl

Between Clawz and me we could eat you three
NiGHTS, dreamer, and the Pian with a cup o' tea
We'll sit right down for a game of cards
After the craze cat rips you to shards

Face it, girl, you've lost your beat
You don't have the rhyme to play with elite
Dreamers shouldn't mess with the Marens of night
So go back to your own realm and fly a kite

You've been gone too long
Haven't got a song
Can't play the game
When you all say the same

I'm a new kind of reaper you could say
I'm a little bit loony and love to play
Grim and dark death is boring and dull
Get with this game, NiGHTS, before you fall

I really don't care what you think of my place
I'm still the Mare and you're still the disgrace
Mr. Oo looky me I can fly and spin
I would think of all people you know fun ain't a sin

You see you're mister hero
And the rest of us called zero
But go on ahead and let the girl from your sight
I'll take the Ideya and all shall be right

We're all still here. Gone only in the game
To think Marens can really die is just insane
We're the darkest fears and inner black
Let down any wall and we'll be there to attack

It's a bit quiet though
Battles just a little slow
Can't the others take this heat?
Are you the only being to beat?

Oh please. Do you really think you're making hits?
You keep yapping away but continue to miss
Maybe in the new game you'll have better aim
Too bad it can't improve your rhyme score the same

You can laugh and point at the lack of center
But I can mess with your mind no matter your gender
Or lack thereof as the case here would be
But what does it matter to a Maren like me?

Try again NiGHTS cause your loosin' your sheen
You might wanna hurry before my rhymes slice your being
You can't twirl forever and expect to win
In fact in the sequel you need kids yet again

Can't do anything on your own can you?
You depend on dreamers like a machine needs the screw
You're useless without them and you know it's a fact
Stop trying to act tough cause you're spittin' out crap

Come then jester man
What's your plan?
Let round two begin
Though I know I'll win

You're in the sequel that I'll admit
But you look like a ballerina you idiot
Fluffy frills and nice pearly gloves
They're really trying to un-Maren you cuz

But maybe the new frilly look can work
Hermaphrodites can wear anything from ties to skirts
All flying around like the dancer you are
Trying to look pretty and be the big star

I have a new game for you NiGHTS
It involves rolling the dice and you loosing twice
Gotta make up for the past mistake, right?
We'll see who' still looping to ungodly heights

You were owned in the ass and had to be saved
By dreamers no less who now won't behave
The little girl here is stepping on your hat
And you're sitting here just watching the attack

Couldn't find the rhyme?
Getting lost with time?
You don't belong here
So get moving square

Dark as in lighting or dark as in morbid? Cause if it's morbid, then you'll be surprised to find out that the story consist of quite a bit of humor. Heck. Finnis himself is about as serious as a paper cut. If it's the lighting, then again, no scanner. =/ Not much I can do on that end at the moment.

But all that aside, thanks much. Comments appreciated.

If you haven't guessed yet the Barkule is my biggest project and something I focus on a lot my time on. Thankfully I have two people helping me at the moment a bit. A friend of mine named Seraph (well Scott) helps out with the culture and another friend, Crow, (Marcel from Germany, go figure) has been dragged in to help with making the language after he's shown great interest in it XD
So here's what we have of the Barkule Language so far:

Numbers
Pronunciations of Nouns
A= ah
E= ee
I= ih (like in)
O= oi
U= oo
Y= eh (like in yet)

Numbers
--- For numbers ‘g’ equals an ‘h’---

0--- En (Een)
1--- Ag (Ah)
2--- Dig (Dih)
3--- Sig (Sih)
4--- Fag (Fah)
5--- Hig (Hih)
6--- Cag (Cah)
7--- Lig (Lih)
8--- Mag (Mah)
9--- Kig (kih)
10--- Zag (Zah)
100--- Zag-zag (zahzah)
1000--- Wag (wah)
1000000---Wag-wag (wah-wah)

20---Dig-Zag (Dih-zah)
30---Sig-Zag (Sih-zah)
40---Fag-Zag (Fah-zah)

22-Digah-Dig-Zag (Digah-Dih-Sah)

491 Agah-Fag-Zag-Zag (Ahah-fah-zah-zah)

---Even numbers end with ‘ag’ and odd with ‘ig’
(2 is an exception because it is even but a prime number)---

Things to know (basics)
- Unlike English the vowels do not ‘say their name’ when separated by one letter from another vowel. The always say their name whether next to another vowel or not. All vowels are spoken, never silent. This is another thing that makes Barkule hard to learn.

- Sentence structure is the same as English.

- Male suffix is ‘a’

- Female suffix is ‘e’

- When talking about a male or female you add the ‘a’ or ‘e’ according to its gender for verbs and certain words.

---Example--- The boy’s dog = Kat funo uniff kat punipa. The direct translation would be “The dog of the boy”. There are no ‘s in Barkule or shortcuts in how to show possession. ‘My’ is the only exception.

- Ma = My.
---Example--- My sister is tall = Ma astre uen flaen.

- Tkh is more a clicking of the tongue then a word. It is used solely when speaking of ones self. It means the same as the English ‘I’ and is always capitalized.

- To make something plural simply add ‘s’ if it ends in a vowel. If it does not end in a vowel add ‘os’.

- When talking about many males and females or a male and female together you add ‘aes’ to the base.
--- Example--- Children = Jinkenaes while one male child is a Jinkena and one female child is a Jinkene. The base is Jinken. The male suffix being ‘a’, the female being ‘e’ and the grouping being ‘aes’

-If you add ‘i’ before the suffix in a verb it is past tense:

---Examples--- ‘Tkh ansk salva’ is ‘I am handsome’ for males. If you added the female suffix it would instead be ‘Tkh ansk salve’ which is ‘I am beautiful’. The word takes on it’s female equivalent.

---Even if talking about something with no gender you can still add the suffix to use the word. ‘Kat huken uen salve’ which is ‘The tree is beautiful’ A tree has no real gender but the suffix is used anyway to describe it.----

‘Tkh ansk salvia’ is the past tense because of the ‘i’ before the suffix. So in English it would be ‘I was handsome’ and the female equivalent would be ‘Thk salvie’ which translated is ‘I was beautiful.’ The ‘i’ becomes the same as the word ‘was’.
------ Note. This is the only time a vowel can equal a word when used in a word.

English--- Barkule

I
A--- A (ah)

I--- Tkh (ta-k)

Me--- My (meh)
My--- Ma (mah)

You--- Ja (jah)
Yours--- Jas (jahs)

II
It/It’s--- Et (Eet)
Is--- Uen (Oo-een)
In--- Enis (Een-ihs)

What--- Gut (Goot)
Who--- Get (Geet)
Where--- Git (Giht)
How--- Got (Goit)

The--- Kat (Kaht)
That--- Ghat (gaht)
Those--- Hat (haht)
There--- Here (heer-ee)
Here--- Jare (jah-ree)

And--- Anisk (Ahn-ih-sk)

To--- Tu (Too)

Of--- Uniff (Oon-ihff)

Are--- Arc (ahk)

Am--- Ansk (Ahn-sk)

But--- Yut (eh-oot)

Very--- Hace (hah-see)

-{Example: ‘Hace naka’ is ‘Very nice’ for males and ‘Hace nake’ is ‘Very nice’ for females.}-

III
He--- Saka (Sah-kah)
His--- Sakoa (Sah-koi-ah)
She--- Sake (Sah-kee)
Hers--- Sakoe (Sah-oi-ee)
They- Suge (soo-g-ee)

IV
Sister--- Astre (Ah-st-ree)
Brother--- Astra (Ah-st-rah)

Mother--- Kine (kih-nee)
Father--- Kina (kih-nah)

Grandfather--- Aboa (ah-b-oi-ah)
Grandmother--- Aboe (ah-b-oi-ee)

Aunt--- Yune (eh-oo-nee)
Uncle--- Yuna (eh-oo-nah)

Cousin (male)--- Okna (oik-nah)
Cousin (female)--- Okne (oik-nee)

Parents- Astraes (ah-strah-ehs)
Grandparent- Aboaes (Ah-boi-ah-ees)
Relatives- Antaes (Ahn-tah-ees)

V
Sir--- Usi (oos-ih)
Ma’am--- Use (oos-ee)
Man--- Naga (nah-gah)
Women--- Nage (nah-g-ee)
Boy--- Punipa (poo-nihp-ah)
Girl--- Punipe (poo-nip-ee)

VI

Yes--- Don (doin)
No--- Nak (Nnahk)
Agree--- Same as Yes
Disagree--- Same as No

Nice (male)--- Naka (nahk-ah)
Nice (female)--- Nake (nahk-ee)
Like (male)--- Yoa (eh-oi-ah)
Like (female)--- Yoe (eh-oi-ee)

-{To say you don’t not like something or that it’s not nice add ‘no’ (Nak) to the beginning. So ‘Nak naka’ is ‘not nice’ for males and ‘Nak nake’ is not nice for females. And so on}-

Go--- Vaz (vahz)
Stop--- Depsire (deep-sih-ree)

Quiet/Silence--- Nolen (noi-leen)
Loud/Noisy--- Jolena (joi-leen-ah)

If anyone has an idea they're more then welcome to tell. I know it's not really NiGHTS related, and for that I'm sorry, but this is my biggest project. Or has become my biggest one. If I were to make a book or something the Barkule would be subject and base of it all.

This may very well confuse a lot of you. Why is Lunar sticking up for 'preps', or 'jocks', and all those other popular kids? Well, I am and I'm not. Though this mainly does focus on the findings of my constant research into the high school ways. I'm a watcher, and that means I watcher how people interact. Teens are especially interesting cause we're all so damn hypocritical it's funny in a way. This poem of sorts focuses how, and I have personal experience of this, the 'outcasts' get teased but then do they exact same thing to the popular kids. Therefore, a vicious cycle that just doesn't end.

Personally, I live by the rule of 'You're cool to me, I'm cool to you- you're down on me, I'll leave ya alone and move on with my life.'

Sometimes I can only laugh at the words I hear
Everyone bashes everyone and it all comes back to fear
But the worst of it all is that the sides are concrete
It’s win-lose throughout and fighting to beat

I laugh to myself when I hear bashing of preps
Cause I turn around and it’s the same degradation of reps
What gives one the right to look down another?
What gives anyone the right to flame a person’s mother?

Outcasts hate the preps, the jocks, and whoever
They feel they can hurt them because they aren’t as ‘clever’
So maybe that blonde is kinda shallow and mean
What makes you better then her when you say things obscene?

What gives the teased the right to tease back?
You’re no better then those who begin the attack
You all laugh and gossip about the popular kids
About the guys with ‘bling-bling’ and the sideways lids

And don’t turn around and say I don’t understand
I’m here to say I’ve been there and I can
I’ve been teased and tormented and it’s eats inside
You want to strike back and regain some pride

Cause they laugh in your face and call you a disgrace
You start to wonder where you belong, where’s your place
They glare and they smirk and they beat down your heart
You can’t be different, and certainly not smart

And then you decide to tease back and start insults
Do you think your poison words won’t bear same results?
Or do you want them to feel the hurt you’ve gone through
If that’s how it is then you need to get a clue

Revenge is a vicious cycle of pain
It likes lose-lose where there’s nothing to gain
An eye for an eye and a tooth for a tooth
In the end everyone’s blind but you don’t like this truth

Popular kids have feelings too
Took be awhile to believe but I found it was true
They have pressures at home and the movies lie
They don’t get all the glory nor can they not cry


Words hurt everyone with no remorse
Whether you’re in sports, play chess, or draw with force
We’re all teens and we all go through some hell
Is a win-win plan so hard to spell?

I’m not asking you to like everyone or get perfectly along
If I said I could do that I’d be more then wrong
I’m not saying I’m the best example out there
But I try how I can and you have to care

They judge you but you do the same
‘Anyone wearing brand names couldn’t have brain’
Well who the hell cares what they look like outside
If they ‘deserve’ to be hurt it’s not yours to decide

What I’m trying to say is that it all works both ways
Outcasts hate the popular groups and everyone pays
They tease you and you tease them
A vicious cycle of hate with no true end

It’s hard to swallow all this I know
But we aren’t kids anymore and it’s time to grow
Win-lose and lose-lose will only take us so far
And it all starts before we even get our first car

Someone glares at you smile back and say hi
Someone tries pushing you walk away with a bye
It’s not being a coward or even a doormat
It’s avoiding a conflict and not being the lab rat

The goal is to stand up for you without bringing them down
It’s hard and it’s tempting to just knock off that crown
But maybe in time you can at least gain their respect
And maybe in more time some common grounds you’ll detect

I say to everyone, no matter your click
Stop judging and bashing cause you’ll make hearts sick
Stop gossiping and backstabbing and give them a chance
Everyone’s different then from what you see at first glance

Honestly it annoys me to no end when I hear some people I hang out with ('punks' I believe would be the stereotype) bash the 'preps' when neither side has bothered to talk to the other and or even give an attempt to be nice. I mean, I talk to anyone if they aren't insulting me. And since I don't usually come straight off as mean or spiteful I happen to have quite a few 'preps' as semi-friends. I don't even have to try hard. Just have a decent conversation about how boring this class is, or how cool that teacher is, or whatever whatever and hey, you have already have a civil relationship with them. Honestly, not all sports players or popular kids are snobs and few make it their lifes ambition to look down on everyone. Those that do can be ignored.

Not asking you to agree with my point of view; only to read and maybe consider or, hey, even critique.

So there's this big long story that goes Sarku and I'm uber lazy so copy and paste I shall! This has to go with my Blue Jackal (Barkule) project.

Sarku wallpaper
The pic is big, it being made for my wallpaper, and I don't want to stretch the frames here.

Description:

Sarku = Not really a god.

He's the last of a very, very, very old species of desert gryphon, basically. He's been around a loooooonngggg time. You have to remember, he's way older then the Barkule race, and the Barkule are pretty old. He taught the Barkule his language, which has now become known as Barkulian, or just Barkule. He actually named them, taught them, and all but created them. They're ancestors evolved, yes. But it was Sarku who taught them reason, honor, etc., and etc. He's very powerful, very wise, and very, very old.

Hence why I call him a Guardian, and not a god.

What you see there is how he usually appears to his people; a thick and large sand twister and just his eyes are seen clearly. Song from the is Plagues from The Prince of Egypt.

So I decided hey, why not, right? I like drawing, there's of course an art like thread here, so it works.

Basically I take off from the anime style but I'd love to learn other ones. Realism is something I'm looking forward to learning next year when I'll FINALLY have the option. I'm self-taught and have been for um... around 3 years now. No, I haven't been seriously drawing since way back when but I started drawing in late 6th-7th grade and that was all during a rather rough period of time for me. I believe art saved me, even though much of it was morbid ( >->; ). I got to vent, and get rid of allll the negative emotions I was feeling.

Now, though obviously my life isn't sugar and cupcakes (though I could use one) I've been doing good, have a good number of friends that I like hanging with, two best friends I trust my life with, and a weird British alter-ego who likes to make my life crazy but usually helps. .... Usually...

ANYWAY. If you want to request you can, HOWEVER I am without a scanner so I'll either do the request on the comp or draw it, take a pic, and do major touch ups on the comp. That's what I did with the Chris picture you see below.
So, here we go.

Projects
- Barkule Race (continuous)

Stories/writings
- The Blue Rebellion (colab with Ross)
- DN Storyline (colab with Ross)
- Whatever the heck else I write XD
- The Phil/Lunar/Guardian/not really Metroid story (colab with Phil. This story is weird, and yet makes total sense.. ._.)

-----

Chris Sky- That British man with blue hair.


Lunar, Guardian of Light, Keeper of the Gates, and Caretaker of the Dream Realm

Lunar (not me) is a Celestial Wolf. He and his brother Wolfasaur are the two Guardians who were appointed by The Almighty to watch over all the different dimensions of time, space, and dreams. The story of Lunar and the Guardians interwine with the DN storyline even though Ross and Phil have never been able to talk or communicate with each other. One of these days we'll probably hook up on three way calling though XD

InfInItE- Dream Protector

InfInItE, or Finnis as 'he' is called to those who see him as being masculine (like Chris does in the DN storyline) is a Dream Protector. Now before anyone says anything YES NiGHTS and certain aspects of Trippy's storyline and view of dreams has influenced me. However, you'll find things different and none of it has any real relation with either afore mentioned subject. Now then. Dream Protectors are androgynous, as in they have no defining parts of a gender but can look like more of one whenever they choose/how the Client sees them. 'Ninja' Chris sees him as more masculine so he is since Chris is his Client. DP's work with drEAm Hounds (you'll see a pic of one of them next) to fight and kill nIghtmArE Demons. Lunar is at the pinnacle of the whole thing, but you rarely see him or hear of him in the story or pics.

drEAm Hound-

Usually they look quite calm, peaceful, and actually if your lucky enough to see them in your dreams (when they aren't hunting a nIghtmArE) are quite playful =D And as you see, no real mouth to speak off. But when they're hunting... Well... Later pics shall reveal.

Still Just Waiting...

Yes. I will readily admit that the lyrics in the background and whole inspiration for this picture was Digi's 'Another Night ~ the Waiting' This, and the above pic, were done uh... during school XD;; I didn't have pencils, but did have super fine tipped sharpies. So, therefore, I used the characters respective colors. Who's Chris waiting for? Well, if you wanna know, I guess you'll have to wait for more pics or story bits. =D

(older style) Ninja Chris

Not much has REALLY changed as far as appearance except his hair is how the first picture shows it. Yes, he does in fact have white skin. His whole clan does. They're also all 'blind' but that's for another time.

{drEAmIng rEAlItY}
Dreaming of reality
Of chaotic fatality
Where mortals lie sleeping
The Protectors watch keeping

The darkness falls faster
Now hail this disaster
Dreamscapes are broken
In panic awoken

The phantoms of fear
They creep and they hear
They feed on our screaming
Our cries for redeeming

Oh where are the creatures of dreaming light
Who now can come hastily to aid us this night?
Of jesters, of beasts, of people, they appear
To us now they fly for our cries they can hear

Be gone all ye cursed creatures of dread
Light shineth through and darkness has fled
Imagination it seems was the key to this lock
Let open the doors so ideas may flock

So now when you sleep
Your dreams they shall keep
Your friend and your guide
On wings of light shall you ride

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Annnnd, I'm done XD; Oh. Yeah. I dabble in writing. As far poems go, I prefer them to rhyme. I enjoy the theory of Rhyme and Rhythm greatly.