Imagine you and your dĂŠmon walking down a forest trail, where everything is dappled green and gold. Maybe your dĂŠmon would be walking beside you, or riding on your shoulder, or possibly even flying ahead of you- either way, you wouldnât need to speak to communicate. You could just wander until you both get tired and want to head home.
Imagine a nurse in the maternity ward of a hospital. Sheâs late middle ages and has no children of her own, but thatâs alright. She usually works the night shift, and enjoys the times where she can delicately hold the newborns, wrapped up tight in blankets. Their dĂŠmons at that stage are so new they hardly count, precious soft little souls that canât hold one shape for very long. Though they would never say it aloud, the nurse and her dĂŠmon swear that they can smell the dust on the two infants.
Imagine a man with the teeniest, tiniest disk-winged bat dĂŠmon. She likes to hang on his ear like an earring, or hide in his hair. Sometimes she crawls under his clothes just to startle strangers into thinking the man has no dĂŠmon.
Imagine an older man with a coon hound for a dĂŠmon; the man likes to play the harmonica, and his dĂŠmon bays its heart out to make their human laugh. They sit outside on their porch, and everyone in town knows about the musical duo.
Imagine a ballet dancer with the most awkward dĂŠmon imaginable. Lots of companies like to integrate dĂŠmons into dances, to give them each a more unique feel, but they canât with this one. Maybe itâs a walrus, or a very sleepy sloth; whatever it is, itâs an animal that has difficulty moving with swift precision. Offstage, the dĂŠmon and their human are fantastic, but onstage the dancer despairs that her dĂŠmon will hold her back in her career.
Imagine a couple with dĂŠmons that look exactly like Lady and the Tramp. That would be adorable. They could never go out to anything but Italian restaurants, though.
Imagine a little girl whose mother has a wolfish looking dĂŠmon. People give the mother nasty looks, since wolf dĂŠmons are not looked upon favorably, but they donât know how fiercely she loves her little girl. Besides, her dĂŠmon makes it great fun to dress her daughter up in red clothes, and play Little Red Riding Hood.
Imagine a hummingbird dĂŠmon that speaks so quickly that nobody but its human can understand what itâs saying. Everyone looks confused when they have conversations, because they look one-sided.
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