Morgan's November CDC

[Ren]

Well, here it is. I'm about a week late now, but I'm sure I'll catch up soon enough. Probably.

Prompts:

Day 1: Happiness + is y/c a night owl or an early bird? do they get enough sleep or do they want to sleep more?
Day 2: Love + what does y/c's home look like? are they tidy or  messy? what kind of residence is it, and why did they choose to make or use it?
Day 3: Fire + what does y/c think about the stars? do they have a special connection to them or do they find them boring and uninteresting?
Day 4: Belief + what motivates y/c? is it internal or external? how different would they be if that motivation changed?
Day 5: Forgiveness + what does y/c think about promises? do they make promises often and try to uphold them, or do they break them?
Day 6: Regret +  where does y/c go in their dreams? is it somewhere familiar or alien? who do they see? what do they see?
Day 7: Discovery + does y/c have powers? if so, do they use them often? how do they feel about them? if not, how do they feel about powers and the way this world seems to treat them as if they're normal?
Day 8: Leadership + how does y/c's original home compare to their current one? if they were born/raised in their current group, have they every thought about moving out or taking a vacation?
Day 9: Fame + what would happen after y/c achieved their goals or fulfilled their motivations? what is their endgame? do they ever think of what life would be like in that situation?
Day 10: Honesty + what would y/c's ideal mate or companion be like, if they have one? why would they be that way - where do those traits come from?
Day 11: Stress +  is there anyone y/c looks up to in life? if so, how did they meet them, and what kind of influence have they had on y/c? if not, do they wish they had a role model? what would that role model be like?
Day 12: Family + what sort of otherwise unmentioned quirks does y/c have? where did they come from? do they consider those quirks to be a burden, or do they enjoy them at face value? do they try to hide those quirks from others, or do they not mind being seen?
Day 13: Loneliness + does y/c linger on the good, or do they linger on the bad in a given situation? how do they view those who would choose the opposite answer?
Day 14: Comfort + is y/c's species and/or breed of any importance to them? do they think others judge them for who and what they are?
Day 15: Protect + how does y/c think they will die, and why? do they ever think about it? would they rather pass away before or after their loved ones, and why? if they are immortal, do they ever wish they could die, or envy those who can?
Day 16: Grief + what does y/c think of lying? how often do they do it? do they go easier on themselves when they lie compared to when others do?
Day 17: Solitude + can y/c play any instruments or sing? if so, what styles of music do they play? why do they play them? if not, do they wish they could? what styles of music or instruments would they play, and how skilled would they be?
Day 18: Ideal + how well does y/c handle near-death experiences and situations, whether they're real or not? are they calm? tense? would they readily sacrifice others to get themselves out of said situations?
Day 19: Pride + is there anything y/c would protect with their life? is it something physical or an abstract concept? what would it take to make them give it up? is it actually important to them, or do they just not want to lose it somehow?
Day 20: Art + does y/c have a family? if so, what do they think of them, and what kinds of relationships do they have with them? if not, do they wish they had one? what do they think of others who do have them?
Day 21: Friendship + does y/c belong to any kind of faith, and if so, is it completely personal or is it within a group? what kind of faith is it, and why do they believe in it? if they do not have any kind of faith, what do they think of those who do? do they ever wish they had something to believe in, or do they put those feelings into something else?
Day 22: Nature + what happens when y/c experiences the end of something, good or bad? are they easily able to accept that everything will end eventually? does it affect their outlook on life as a whole?
Day 23: Serenity + how does y/c compare themselves to others, and what aspects of others do they focus on? why? do they acknowledge those aspects within themselves, or is it uncomfortable for them to do so?
Day 24: Rule + how important is the concept of uniqueness to y/c? do they want to be unique, or would they rather be completely unremarkable? do they realize the drawbacks to their answer, and if so, how do they rationalize choosing that answer anyway? what do they think of those who would choose the other answer?
Day 25: Price + what would reality be like if y/c considered it to be 'perfect'? how would society be different? how would their life be different? how would the world itself be different?
Day 26: Schema + how competent would y/c be in a solitary survival situation? ignoring any battle abilities, would they be able to survive on their own? how long would they be able to last? how would their psychological state be affected?
Day 27: Antagonist + what does y/c do for fun in life? do they live in the moment, or focus on the bigger picture? do they have fun at the expense of others? does their definition of 'fun' differ from the norm? if so, how do they react to this personality difference?
Day 28: Comfort + is there a single event or string of events during y/c's life that changed them forever? what would they be like if that event never happened? how different would their life be? would it be better or worse than how it is already, or would it be a mixture?
Day 29: Type + what would y/c's ideal career/position be, and why? would it be similar or dissimilar to the roles taken by members of their group?
Day 30: End + how does y/c think others perceive them? what does y/c believe others value or dislike them for? does the way they believe they are perceived affect how they act in general? if y/c does not care about what others think of them, what consequences would arise from such apathy?

[Morgan]

Day 2: Love
Day 3: Fire
Day 6: where does y/c go in their dreams? is it somewhere familiar or alien? who do they see? what do they see?

The whispers of salt in the air... the softness of the cool, sandy floor... and the gentle, calm waves that rolled over the water's surface. Morgan could feel each of those things every night as he lied down in the cave he called home. For as long as he could remember, he had been able to feel the elements, but it was only once he joined Tanglewood that he grew closer to them. He could focus on the water in the air, and he could nearly smell, touch, and taste the energy given off by the earth. Beyond it all, his eyes revealed endless light - the flames of being that fueled every sentient creature he'd ever sensed, living or dead. It was an incomprehensible light, and without the ability to shift his focus, the samoyed would surely lose his mind.

The elements, being such a large part of the dog's life, were what made up many of his dreams. Brilliant displays of fire would be overtaken by rough tidal waves, crashing into a rocky shore and being lifted into a heavy windstorm. All elements converged and diverged, forming strange shapes and textures. For a moment, all Morgan saw appeared to be a kind of stained glass; the next moment, watery mist clouded his bright, fire-filled vision. The auras he could passively sense in the world around him dug their way into his mind, his focus blurred and imperfect without consciousness. Dancing lights of all different colors, shapes, and sizes floated and flew about at random to accompany the elemental overload; some of the lights took the forms of those the General had lost, while others called out to him as if to beg to be made real. He had no answers, no thoughts, and no actions. The all-encompassing light filled him with such shock that he was unable to speak or think properly.

The passion of the world which inhabited his dreams gave Morgan a unique and sometimes horrifying experience nearly every time. He dreamed of those whom his passions were directed toward -- those who made up his life as he knew it. Some characters came and some went, but their importance was never understated. They all grounded the General enough for him to ride through his bad dreams, and he wished he could thank their real-life selves without seeming mad.

Maybe,

he thought,

I'll be able to thank them when the time is right.

Throughout his dreams, the samoyed could see the Tanglers who had stuck with him the longest -- those who he truly considered his family of families. On his left, a pristine, fully-legged Delilah joined him with wide eyes, the smiling, relaxed Renegadeanthem taking his right. The trio floated through the junkyard, searching for diamonds in the rough of the electronic wasteland; the melodies they heard reminded them all of a time they had never experienced. Their march brought them to the town square, a crowd of Tanglers awaiting the announcement of their group's continued greatness in the grand scheme of their world. Morgan sensed passion blooming in the metallic reaches, guiding his comrades toward it.

Beside the samoyed was a laughing, joyful Leroy, sporting the beginnings of his own family; excerpts of beautifully familiar vocals and music played through the mouth of the ethereal Ophelia who lied atop him. They had returned only recently from a successful hunt, compounding upon the supply of food they were working on themselves. On the farm they had built their own residence, their four happy children harvesting the plants growing along the windmill's bricks. The roses, pink and black, found a flame to share, and the canine wept at the beauty of the heart; its consistent warmth offset the sky's erratic lights.

Not a trace of guilt or pain could be sensed in Axle's flame, the proud and heroic canine marching dutifully alongside his General. Without a tie in the world, he was free; the right hand of Tanglewood led his hunting group to glory, earning more than enough to supply their comrades. Next to the heeler was a calm Arrow, the group's friendly but stern left hand with a solitary flame. Being a particularly helpful Tangler, she led a second raid, her sheer force bringing captured souls the freedom they deserved. The destructive, powerful duo returned to town with the hauls of a lifetime, slaves freed and quarry stockpiled. Morgan still felt strange; he could sense too much.

Still, his Vigenere was always there to guide him through the light. Morgan, above all, felt lost among his own senses. There was so much information held by the world; parsing it was impossible. Yet, a yellow, spotted feline, scarred and battered as he was, brought his love to a quiet place. As Morgan stared into the inky black eyes, the endless disorienting flames faded. Their blinding light disappeared in the darkness, leaving a soothing sensation all over his weathered body. The savannah brought with him a distinct sense of comfort; the samoyed let himself collapse into his partner, dazed. At the water's edge he let himself go limp as Vigenere mounted him for warmth. The Captain whispered something indistinct, and he hugged the canine tight. Vigenere's smell compounded upon the pleasure Morgan felt as his love purred into his ear; they brought him memories of a comfort he could not quite place. Taking one last breath of salty night air, he whispered,

"I love you, my Vigenere,"

before letting his eager yet tired body take over for his relaxed mind.

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