Hello, sweetest Rune! When I saw your character event, I absolutely had to participate!
I have to admit, all I have is a name; I have so many different characters and can work with most anything, so I'm incredibly curious to see what you'll come up with for me!
I'm also absolutely fine with them being a part of your world... just know I may snatch control and cause a bit of mischief c;
(If you would really prefer I give you more to work with, you can always DM me, of course, ❤ )
Name: Dodge
- Locke 🕊
hello and how are you?
Thank you so much for participating in the event, our beloved Locke! No worries about giving just a name, that is always fine, and honestly, we are entirely happy if you want to leave Dodge with us and just spontaneously take them and give our characters some solid chaos! ( •̀ ω •́ )✧
And Dodge can come into themself so softly and gently, they are just as sweet and silky as your vibes! They instantly came the gentle notes of a beloved windchime, the soft jingle on a not-yet-worn doorbell, and brought the softer brews of coffee, tea, and vaguely known books! c:
And without further ado,
may the Worlds welcome Dodge!
"Sometimes, all you need in Life is the gentle whisper of the Three giving thanks to your Creation, and the soft fur of a cat that has decided you are worth more than the thousands callers of their attention."
All Photos Can Be Found Here! c:
Thoughts of Their Creation,
Full Name: Dodge Oddity
Associations and Titles: Pilgrim of Urae Majoris, The Great Bear's Guardian, The Constellation's Guide, Owner of The Polaris
Hats | Owls | Cats | Old Books | Ink Tattoos | Constellation Stamps | Homebrewed Coffee | Flower Bouquets and Notebooks | Eucalyptus and Burning Cypress | Trilby Hats and Flower Crowns | Dusk and Dawn | Whispered Prayer and Gentle Worship
A Snippet for Their Arrival,
You somehow end up in the Shop without a true thought as to why.
It sits with all the eloquence of something otherworldly, and if it wasn’t for the fact that the soft murmur of the festivals and joy can still be heard through the glass, you would have thought that you actually did find yourself in a different World.
But the Shop is soft where the outside World is loud; it is calm and warm, where the weather was wet and cold and exhilarating; it is ethereal and entirely foggy where everything else had been sharp and rigid and somehow strained to the point of breaking. You take a small breath, glance back to the back to glass doors that roll through the rainbows of the lights of the festivals before focusing back into the small bubble that is the Shop.
Books are stacked on almost every surface available, shelves and tables and cabinets and nooks filled with the ink and pages. Where the books don’t reside are glasses and figurines and everything that might be known through antique stores or coffee shops. You glance all around as you walk forward on the soft carpet that lays out the single clear path to the bar at the back of the store, try to take in everything that it offers without lingering too long over the very few customers sitting in couches, chairs, pillows, or wherever else that will hold them.
Soft movement brings your attention in front of you, and you stop as you note a cat sitting before you, eyes bright and shimmering without true reason. The head shifts to the side and you smile at the movement. You give a little wave as you take in the soft fur and vibrant colors that seem to shine along with the irises.
“Polaris welcomes you to her Shop.”
You look up, find a gentle smile and fresh dimples giving you attention. The Being tilts their head at you and you note the apron around their hips, the stench of eucalyptus that seems to ghost with their presence, the gentle notes of a windchime unseen. They give you another smile, beckon you over as they move to the bar.
“You can come take a seat; we are still serving coffee, cocoa, or tea. Also, we think you might be in need of a bit of water; the festivals are shifting from thunder to lightning, it seems.”
You watch them for a moment, more drowning in their presence until a chirp brings your focus back to Polaris. The cat spins in place, giving you another chirp before she moves to the bar in obvious guidance. You follow the cat to her master, let yourself watch as the kit easily glides up and to them, settling on the bar next to the French press and immediately garnering a few sweeps of her master’s hand over fur. Something sparkles in her fur, a soft whisper of shimmering light that is both entirely obvious and unrealistic.
Cats don’t shine.
“You’ll get used to it.”
You find those dimples again, see some of the same shimmer in their eyes before they chuckle and beckon you over to a stool.
“Come and sit; we’ll get you a cup right now.”
Thank you so much for participating, our beloved Locke! We hope you can enjoy the gentle presence of Dodge; they were very cool to write, even though they wanted to add so much to the words.
p.s. we definitely wrote bit more than we thought we would! so you can definitely be expecting a Doc so you can see all of the words that Dodge has helped us create!
also, kind of wild and interesting, but Dodge piqued our desire to write in the second person! which has not happened in so long, but it was so easy to write it that way with them, how odd an occurrence.
