A Proper Introduction. (DWC8-1)
They say there is only one chance for a first impression.
That the first time someone is introduced, it sets the precedence for what is to come... for what to expect.
Dreamland echoed softly and sweetly, the gentle silver-kissed clouds of dreamers lost in their mindless abyss were decorated with the imaginations of what dreams may come. A heavenly place full of soft pastels where fairytale creatures danced through the clouds, sprinkling the sands of the King of Dreams through the delightful slumber of the visitors. The Dreamscape.
This was true 'heaven', or so the mortals called it. The land of make-believe was just on the cusp of discovery, yet safely barricaded by the waking world. Those that dreamed learned to return here, some learned to control the dream space around them while others simply went along for the ride.
Mortals that were to visit when they slept were doted on and guarded, each one assigned at birth to a guardian spirit to watch over them through their journey. Nightly, the guardians were able to return to their mortal and spend time with them as Dreamers, like pets waiting for their master to return home.
Of course, through the soft clouds of dreams, The Dreamscape was not without Nightmares to balance the lingering forces of power. Tasked with aiding the waking mind in attempts to process trauma throughout the day while it rested, Nightmares were often misunderstood for their scary statures. Sure, many creatures of Nightmare enjoyed taunting the visiting Dreamers with their affinity for darkness, but it was just their nature. They were created and designed for such a function.
Dreams. Nightmares. Sections of the all-encompassing connected to various worlds. Some called it The Emerald Dream, others called it The Land of Dreams. All parts of the same area.
You've been there before. You go there when your eyes close. You now know the setting. You can see it in your mind as you read this, you're shaping it with your imagination. Floating in the air, arms outstretched. You're flying.
Rushing through the clouds, crackles of lightning lit up the sunlit sky, and a roar trembled through the vast unknown of The Dreamscape that echoed from somewhere in the center of the wonderous dreamland your mind just created and you can see it, can't you? Flickers of a heavenly being shrouded in golden light, their figure just barely able to be fully made out from the radiating energy. A holy aura that follows their movements, trailing the infamous sands that glitter and rain down like falling ash with every step.
In the corner of your eye, you can see what has angered such a handsome, frightening figure, a speck of darkness streaking through the pure lands of Dreams instead of the darkened, cloudy blues and blacks of Nightmares. A small streak of purple tarnishing whatever it touches. Your imagination wills it. Look closer and let yourself swoop in from your gliding over the beautiful, breathtaking view, peer down, and focus with all of your might.
The dark aesthetics of the toned figure easily kept up the running, the tattered wings of a demon flared behind the sprinting beast. What looked almost human with an elongated, whip-like tail swayed behind their running, male in physique and two... No... Four horns upon his head, slightly curved thin, and dull as the dusk sky that faded into glowing, snowy tips. Messy hues of purple hair flare in the wind from his speed, mostly covering the short, pointed ears on either side of his head. His clothes skin tight, black in leather with arms tattooed in five solid inked bands each. Two on the biceps, two on the forearms, and one on the wrist. Both arms. His fair complexion without a blemish, the muscular structure rippled with hard work. A thin set of earrings dangle from his ears, and a black choker remains tight around his throat. He's smiling with a sultry, fanged smirk.
Your imagination has already pieced him together and built him to your liking but look closer, dear reader, for the blue glow of demonic eyes snap up. They're painted with a hint of blue upon his eyelids, traced with dark liner. His right eyebrow is damaged, missing a small nick of hair.
He's looking right at you.
The Incubus famous for stealing away into Dreamland uninvited and invading a sleeper's dreams, drinking freely of the energies they produce in such a lovely gift. You've imagined him, your brain created him, and you've helped in bringing him to life in this world.
If the imagination creates it, becomes real.
They say there is only one chance for a first impression.
Do I have your attention now?
