JunniTree

The sun settled to sleep and the moon rose to illuminate the land in an ethereal light. Ciarrang waited in relaxed anticipation - her favorite moment about to come. Because, once the moon settled comfortably into the sky, the wetlands sprung to life. Those that claimed night brought forth a deadly, eerie silence had never truly opened their ears: A cricket ensemble mimicked cheerful violins, wings plucking together in delight. Meanwhile, toads croaked in rich vibrato as they sang the blues. Otherwise silent owls chimed in with an echoing "hoot" every so often. Stars and moonlight highlighted the natural shine of the doe's wispy fur. Obsidian hooves carried the regal Rukaan forward. Gracefully, she waltzed beneath the moon, stepping perfectly in time with the swamp's melodic cadence. Brackish water was disrupted from its rest when young hooves clumsily stumbled through the marsh. The red fawn didn't notice the shadowy figure cloaked in moonshine until their bodies collided.

Bones popped and ligaments tore. Glowing eye scanned the nearby perimeters in search of an unknown assailant. However, the cause of this pain remained invisible to the Stygian’s sight. Knees gave out, surrendering to the tortuous agony that was enveloping them. This sort of pain had never been experienced before, not even when they were an ever-changing figment - a wisp of a grown Stygian. Their scrawny, pale body twisted into grotesque shapes as it began to change. The world suddenly became so big. But that wasn’t the true case. As they would soon find out, it was them that was shrinking in an Alice in Wonderland esque way. Soon, though, the vision darkened as they succumbed into a defensive posture, slowly losing consciousness. Lack of oxygen, something they never knew they needed before, forced the Stygian awake. They struggled to move but their limbs weren’t responding. No, wait - their limbs weren’t even there. Their normally stoic presence shifted into one of panic as

Stygian Shade, Figment Quest, Step Seven. interaction with a player owned Stygian.. Paimon Inari was, as usual, ~~shirking around his duties~~ exploring the vast, endless depths of the nightmare realm. He could only imagine the stern looks he’d receive from his daydreams when he finally returned but, frankly, he didn’t care. The call of adventure was intoxicating. He was the moth and the nightmare realm the flame. The wayfarer knew this particular area like the back of his paw: he’d been down these shadowy corridors far too many times to count. However, the nightmare realm was ever-changing. That was the part of the traveling these desolate lands that caused his body to shiver in excitement. It was impossible to tell who, or what, would appear. And he loved that. This unpredictable environment was what brought him life and allowed him to thrive. “Oh~? What do we have here?” Bright eyes danced with excitement as they spotted an amazing find. A brand new