Dawn

4 yr old XXX, all offspring named.

The Game of Fancy Doors Continues...

You place your hand upon the door. It is warm to the touch; the stars are made of silver, cast in a green blend and ornately shaped upon painted blackberry wooden panels. You can feel the sound on the other side of the door, a tingling, vibration of molecules; perhaps electric? You step back. Although free of the door, your hand is still tingling, twitching.

Thunder cracks, then rolls, and with it the stars ignite. Ares. You recognize the constellation as the door swings ajar, revealing a singing meadow, and through it a great light casts the forthcoming of Dawn,

Maren Shark Hunter

Familiar

Specialized members of each tribe specifically keep a look out for larger threatening sharks and whales.

2400

With her the smell of the ocean, your lucky number (9), and a - oh dear, lookout --

Oof. Ouch. That looks like it hurt.

The wings of a gangly, teenaged Aberration who hadn’t quite grown accustomed to his size buried all the light shining from beyond the door with his visage, and barreling through it like a bat out of hell, managed to knock it back shut with one of two flailing tails. The door then shattered, and those shards shrank and reformed into a small black cube.

One head barred its fangs in what was hopefully an apologetic smile, and the other looked around at his surroundings, shocked, and asked, “Am I alive?”

To which you reply with a wheeze, because a dragon is standing on your chest.



Your Zodiac Guide is Ares. Bold, brave, yet thoughtful and intelligent. Aware of the power of action, and swift when the time for it arrives. Your lucky number is 9, the most versatile of 10. Shells, sandollars, sea shanties, and salt will bring you luck.