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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

Stygian Shade, Figment Quest, Step Five. stygian avatars. In the epicenter of the kingdom, amidst the shadows and mist, rested a mirror atop a glistening pedestal. The looking glass was one of grandeur that demanded attention, its ornate golden trim gleaming through its hazy surroundings. However, the beautiful exterior could not hide the spine-chilling aura emanating from its presence. A pained voice could be heard ever so faintly from the direction of the mirror. An eerily reminiscent quality filtered through the utterances, grabbing the attention of the pure white deer. Ears flicked forward, straining to make out the fervently strung words. Nothing: only a jumbled mess. Whether it was simple curiosity or yearning to understand this feeling of familiarity, the Stygian inched closer. Teal eyes remained on the mirror that beckoned them forth. Without knowing it, as if in a trance, they began to ascend the marble steps. "I don't.." the voice trembled in their head.

Stygian Shade, Figment Quest, Step Four. shadow weaving. A murky fog was slowly laying claim to the newly formed kingdom. The thick mist was laden with whispers of inevitable ruin as it touched the living creatures. Its touch was not gentle and instead weighed heavily, coercing the breath from the living until there was no breath left to take. The white fawn was awoken from their slumber when a bitter cold swept across their fur: a sign of the sinister being that lurked in the depths of the realm. As soon as their consciousness returned from its adventures, they knew something was off. The kingdom was unsteady. No, rather, it was dying. The growing figment could feel the cries of the fauna and flora. No. No more suffering, no more death... The inhabitants of this kingdom were on their protection. They forbid such events from conspiring under their watch. Their fur bristled as their energy connected with their realms. The connection was growing faint; if they didn't act

Stygian Shade, Figment Quest, Step Three. design your stygian starter as another subspecies “Just breathe.” How can you when each breath makes your chest feel heavier, each breath threatening the fragile cave to collapse further. Heavy, so heavy. When did this snake, this malicious snake, make its way around my chest and neck. Tighter and tighter he coils himself around me; a sadistic grin twitching its way onto his face as I begin to fidget. I can't move without pain throbbing through my vertebrae, the organs protecting my heart and vital organs slowing crushing under his weight. I can't breathe but I also cannot escape from his constricting, controlling grasp. Desperately, frantically, I try to fight for what little air remains. Thoughts begin to grow more and more frantic yet one image manages to remain clear: the serpentine monster that has snatched me into his cold embrace. Captured. I am his captive; to play with and harass until he tires. But he never tires. It is I

Stygian Shade, Figment Quest, Step Two. ... let's add some traits! Do you ever feel like your life isn’t a true reality? That you could just be a figment of someone’s imagination? The little white fawn did. Although its form began to stabilize with each passing day, they still felt invisible. The world turned away from their presence, though it was unknown whether this was deliberate or their eyes not wanting to see past their own noses. An emotion that previously didn’t have a name was now screaming it loud and clear: loneliness. It was an unfamiliar name, an unpleasant emotion, but also held the weight of familiarity. Originally, the fawn’s teal eyes had been wide-eyed with hope; hope that they could cure the crushing gravity associated with this newfound emotion. Days turned to night and night into day. Time was a fickle concept that seemed impossible to grasp: some days the clock ticked excruciatingly slow while other days were a rapid bur swept away by

Stygian Shade, Figment Quest, Step One. design a concept for your stygian starter They say if you believe in something enough then it will eventually come true. But what is this “something”? For the dreamer, it was their long lost innocence. It was a strong, sturdy shield that guarded them against the storm. Against the violence. Gunshots fired in the distance, sirens wailed, but the pedestrians kept going about their busy day. Desperately, the dreamer tried to grab the attention of any passerby. However, everyone was far too busy rushing through the streets with a destination in mind. They were swallowed by the hurried lifestyle of the city, blind to what was right in front of them. Shadows lurked, greedily eyeing their prey, as the dreamer ran and ran. They relished in the dreamer’s misery, fed off of their fear. When they were done playing with their toy, they would devour the dreamer. That’s what was happening now. Darkness engulfed the dreamer and the