A rumor had been going around about dreams, nightmares seemingly bringing death to those who slipped, stumbled, and panicked. Not much information was given to the young lady about the realm that she’d given a pass to venture into, not a clue to the identity behind the incubus that went by the name Negral who she made a deal with, and not even an idea of what she was supposed to be looking for or how to stop the many tragic ends sent to whom she assumed innocent of accusations charged. But a deal was a deal and her sole reason was her duty as a keeper of balance. Another of the rash decisions she admitted to, but it was no excuse to back out of the challenge that would result to saving the lives of those in the city bestowed upon her care, and shielding danger from those who she held dear.
Flocks of sheep walked forth stairs and doors that seemed to lead to stages eventually reaching to the evil behind such deeds, hiding from the naked eye, and only communicating in echoes bouncing off invisible walls surrounding the perceptible landmass that stretched vastly; its limits unknown to each who didn’t belong in the territory. None of them paid notice to Jennie. They all appeared to be occupied with thoughts, obstructing their sanity as made evident by actions perceiving disorient.
Call it cheating but platforms and blocks were all to step on as she leaped up and glided through, destroying barriers magically constructed wherever she made way to climb further, perishing the brute forces that threatened her progress. This was not difficult at all. She was fast, she had the skills, she was fearless, powerful, and as she wasn’t a chosen victim, none of her prowess were nullified. But this was only the beginning. This was merely a layer of how these dreams were ‘staged’. Underneath was something physical strength had little to no advantage.
What an extremely attractive woman.
Fair cherry lips, doe eyes lined by perfectly curved eyebrows tracing her moderately sharp nose, dark brown hair that flowed down shapely bosoms and willowy hips, highlighting her ample figure — graceful and sinuous in every movement adorning her being. She bore an allure that goes beyond mere sexuality. She exudes a subtle exoticism and quirky mystery. She stood out, instantly having the younger’s jaw drop quite literally at the sight of her, amidst peculiar creatures in the form of moving bisque porcelain dolls, bengal tigers linked to metal balls and chains, werewolves covered in cobalt fur, among many others lurking about the darkness consuming every corner of the indeterminate world.
"Are you from here?" She spoke softly and curiously, still keeping a distance from the unknown entity. Her apparent beauty only made her all the more suspicious for the huntress. At this point in her journey, trusting was the last option for means of social encounters, but even with this mind, she was oddly drawn to the female; the creative powers of the subconscious playing tricks with her naturally cogent thinking. "What are you doing in a place like this? Did they curse you, too?”
Colour her surprised, the image of such a sweet girl was the last thing to be expected. In anyone's awaken state they would be a sheep, for all were sheep in this realm sans those who cast judgment. Which only perplexed the succubus, what did that mean? Was she a person to cast judgment too---- a new beast within this realm? Such questions were put on hold as her body gradually changing into an image the girl had preferred, where she was voluptuous but not tremendously so. Pleased with the figure that was given to her that she almost missed the question.
What came next was a child-like giggle that did not befit her, a giggle that was anything but pure. "Curse me? Me?" A lithe digit pointed directly to her painted lips, walking ( actually sashaying ) over to her like a lion does when circling it's prey. It was almost hilarious the way the younger thought but she'd play along, after all they looked like the perfect bite. Finger food, a small snack. Whichever one would call it but for now she'd keep away from tasting her, there was still that ominous atmosphere that was weighed heavy with power.
"How is this a curse? Maybe it's a blessing to be cursed since I'm with you." It's a slick response that was soaked in charm that tiptoed around the answer that was wanted. Though it was a blessing the girl was indeed her type, thin but beautiful in an almost traditional sense. The type of beauty that was the complete opposite of her own.
As she circled the girl slowly, she made sure not to get too close. For that would startle her and break the spell, still a novice in the art of seduction. Using her lush curves and glamour alone to cover those predatory eyes that flickered back and forth in colour. From brown to red and back again. A trick, an illusion. The bare essentials of a succubus.
"Or maybe we're in heaven?" She asked with sheer glee, arms extended outwards as they were surrounded by nothing but darkness and doors. That is until the realm began to shift, manipulated to her thinking the darkness seeping back into her to show splashes of white and gold. Flowers sprung up from the floor and false clouds appeared above them. This realm was flexible in terms of link, a realm given to her by her father for the time being. But it wasn't only hers to change, for whoever was in it could just as easily change it.
"Tell me child, who are you? Are you my saviour from this place?"
As if Cat needed any saving.
