Roughly the size of a chinchilla [hence the name], Chillachus are nothing like the furry mammal they appear to be... the are infact one of the most unique creatures in exsistance. Don't believe me?
Let's go back in time...
Chirroc was a harsh town, that hardly ever graced you with the presence of a welcome, much less a sweet good-bye. Chaos and drunkards ruled the streets, rumors and myths filled the air - looking at the sources, it wasn't much of a surprise no one sought to find the truth. But ya see, it found me...
Is... is this a dream?
The sun was just peeking over the hills, not enough to paint the sky of a new morning, but just enough to remind me I had a hangover. The bitter taste of alcohol caked my lips, and still danced down my throat. Much to my disgust, I couldn't remember much of the evening that lead to this ever-so-glorious morning.
A thought... she's just a thought, she lives only in mind... what was she saying? Mmm, factured memories were always my favorite, there is just enough to make you wonder, gone before you can pick up the next piece. Luckily, I recalled one thing - well, more so it wouldn't let me forget it.
There was a gypsy, wheeling her cart down the dirt roads of the alley, she strode, almost as if she owned the entire town. She was chanting, words that I could not recall but her voice was like a lullaby long forgotten.
Her song still called to me, I had to find this woman, I had to remember...
I grabbed the closest outfit to me, threw on my boots and proceeded out the door. I winced, despite the lack of sun, the air was still muggy - a light wind was kicking sand into my eyes. I wandered down the alley, no one was in sight - this came as little surprise. Most everyone would be sleeping until noon, hung over until mid-evening, and drunk once again before sun fall. A few feet away rested and old stone block, oddly it was the most inviting thing I'd seen all day, besides I needed a rest.
It seemed like I was sitting for hours before the warmth finally cradled me into a light slumber. ...something was on my shoulder, it felt like a hand, small and cold, yet comforting. I squinted one eye open, it was her...
Her voice still held the same tone, though her words did not match. "You, you are becoming part of the damned..." I quirked a brow in puzzlement, I guess this was hint enough that I wanted an explantion. "You've lost faith in dreams, and thus, in yourself... if you wish, if you desire, I can rekindle those dreams..." She waved her arm at her cart, it was lined of various beaded jewelry, rabbit's feet, and dream catchers. Without haste, she snatched one up and smiled. "These here, these are the most sought after items in this town, they can save you."
I was about to walk away, weary of such nonsense pouring from her apple red lips. "...and when I say most sought after, I mean most expensive, people have spent years trying to make the funds to purchase one of these... but for your lost soul, just one dollar."
It hit me, like a ton of bricks. "...just one dollar, just one dollar..." This is what I had heard last night. I cleared my throat, unsure of how bad my breath would be. "Just one dollar ma'am?" She closed her eyes and nodded, "Just one dollar." With a soft shrug, I handed her a dollar in exchange for the brightly colored dream catcher she was previously cradling.
She smiled, and gave a small nod. "Treat this with love, and faith. For if you show, even think that you do not believe, the creature within will abandon you, causing you to abandon yourself..."
Before I could process what exactly she meant by that, she was gone... and the wind carried a whisper, "...just one dollar."
