This is my character Worlo. I had a strange dream once that my family was deserted in an icy mountainous area covered in snow. I walked the woods aimlessly to find them huddled, shivering in a shabby cloth tent. They were glad to see me, but were obviously afraid of something more than just the bitter wind.

My brother looked at me and whispered, "There's a huge monster in the forest."

I thought, "What kind of beast would be after my own family?"

I looked out one of the holes in the cloth wall of the tent. There was the monster, leaping effortlessly from tree to frozen tree. So much glee encompassed his adventure that I couldn't help but be exhilarated to see him, for Worlo is my creation. He is like a child to me. I wasn't the slightest bit afraid of him. The shivering and whispering hushed suddenly, and I looked around to find my family had frozen in place, holding their breathes.

Worlo had entered the tent, and being blind, my family seemed to think that he could not detect them if they were quiet. I held my breath, but not in fear, in wonder. Worlo approached me, sniffed my face. I felt happy to see him, and he was definitely happy to see me.

No danger here.