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To say that Sanren didn’t quite know how to handle this place was an absolute understatement. The woods were colors that she couldn’t quite handle. They hurt her eyes and made her want to squint and just get as far away from this place as she could…though she couldn’t quite seem to find a way to get out…and that was quite worrisome. There were…strange things in this wood and when she came across the first Mome Rath, she truly didn’t know what she had been expecting…but the small ball of blue fluff was not it. When the Carnivorous Stygian found the second one, and then a third, fourth and fifth, she didn’t know what to do. Finally, the creatures seemed to settle happily, cuddled up to her, lounging in her horns and just seeming content. After a while, it was almost nice. Comforting, as though they were friends who were simply here to enjoy a journey with her. The journey was proving to be more frustrating than she wanted to admit, and more than once, the Stygian could have sworn

Whoever thought it was a good idea to give a Floresce a knife was obviously off their rocker. Of course…to even make the ones who had the knives, you had to stab the poor creatures with a knife, so Buffy supposed that the little dudes and dudettes did deserve their revenge…she just wished they hadn’t tried to take it out on her. The Treatling was holding the slippery fish well away from her body with one hand, and blowing frantically on the cut that it had made on her other arm. Dumb fish. If she had any sense at all she would go and just sell it for a bit of silver… Her eyes narrowed and she shook the daydream slightly. “…You think you’re so tough, hm? Well. Well you’re not. You’re just a fish, and I’m going to have a good super tonight, and there is absolutely nothing that you can do about it, so just chill out, and stop flopping around like that. There’s no point!” There was a sudden glint in the daydreams eye and it wriggled frantically, turning its head and jabbing the point of

Malik found that he utterly adored the Wishing Floresce’s. There was something about them that made the Grendel feel utterly peaceful. Perhaps it was simply the fact that they all had a soft glow about them, a glow that gave some much needed light to his inky black world. He wondered if Shio would enjoy them too. It didn’t take long for Malik to get himself a rather impressive collection of the small fish, they came in so many colors and happily seemed to swim through the air itself, a welcome relief since he wasn’t sure there were any sources of water around that he could freely access…and he didn’t want them to be swallowed up in the inky blackness of a pond anyway. How else would they provide any light? Like all daydreams, these two evolved with enough love and care, and some of them grew to be larger, more impressive versions of their smaller forms, with wishing tags that dangled, and soft fins that Malik couldn’t help but gently rub with his paws. He wanted to see if some of

Fishing was something that Buffy enjoyed sometimes. It wasn’t really much of her style, but…sometimes it was nice to just relax and take a moment to breathe. It made you slow down a little and think about what was going on. Allowed…some time for introspection. Not that the Treatling ever thought about needed introspection, but…it was always good to know that she knew how to do it just in case. She hadn’t come with bait this time, and it wasn’t a mistake that she normally made but…she just hadn’t thought about it. Her rod was still dangling in the water and the Treatling sighed, knowing that she wouldn’t actually be able to bring anything home but… Maybe she would get lucky and whatever daydream was closest would decide that her hook looked good enough to stick on, and the bait wouldn’t even be needed. Wishful thinking but. Still. She was nothing if not optimistic! Finally, there was a tug on her line and Buffy sat up, gripping the pole tightly in her hands, her multiple wings

Sanren was realizing that she truly enjoyed the strange and wonderful daydreams that were the Floresce. At first, she hadn’t thought much of the creatures, finding them a waste of space, and an utter disappointment to get while fishing. But, those feelings had changed when one of the ugly orange fish had evolved, and not into a larger, uglier orange fish, but to a sleek, pastel wonder that had the Stygian speechless for a good few moments, staring as it rippled and tried to make a break for the small pond that they were next to. Quickly, Sanren nudged the daydream into the water and lay beside the pond, watching as it wriggled and swam. If she could find more Floresce that were beautiful like this one…perhaps she could continue to fish, go out and find some others…fill her pond with them, even. The next time she went to fish, she found a strange looking Floresce, one that was rounder, and full of brighter colors, they had stars on their foreheads and made Sanren feel strangely happy.

Sanren never was one to back down from a challenge. The fact that this particular challenge was something called ‘It Follows’, didn’t worry her all that much. And the fact that she would be fighting enemies who were of the ghost type just like she was, that didn’t bother her at all. In fact, Sanren was quite sure that such a thing did nothing but give her an overwhelming advantage. The first two fights of the battle were somewhat of a challenge, but there were nothing that the Carnivorous Stygian couldn’t handle, and when they were both finished, she felt almost smug. If this was how things were going to be, it wouldn’t be any sort of problem at all to win this battle with her head held high. When Sanren finally laid eyes on the boss that she would be fighting, she felt her confidence ebb just slightly. The Dracolichfish was a frightening creature, with a glowing green body, and exposed bones. Just looking at it gave her the shivers, but…she had come much too far to back down

Sanren truly did like wondering. It was soothing to explore new places, soothing to figure out what the world truly consisted of. Today, she was exploring a Kingdom known as the Crystal Forest…a name that spoke of ethereal beauty, at least to the mind of the Carnivorous Stygian. The kingdom was beautiful, she couldn’t doubt that. The darkness was a little off putting at first, Sanren was never a fan of pure darkness, and shifted from her white to her black coat to blend in better, but the glow that the Crystal Forest let off was utterly breathtaking. For a long moment, the Stygian simply stood, admiring the vegetation and laughing softly as she nudged one of the plants and something akin to glitter came fluttering out. As Sanren moved deeper into the forest, she noticed that the trees were different. That they were more crystal than they were plants…and that in itself was utterly fascinating. Raising a hoof, she gently rapped on the trunk of one of the trees, shaking her head in

Buffy enjoyed collecting Daydreams. Having them around was always something exciting…and the antics that the creatures could get up to was both amusing and at the same time…terribly annoying. But, she couldn’t seem to get enough of them, and even the ones that caused the most trouble for her. Perhaps those were her favorites…that was most likely the case, if she were being honest with herself. She had a new daydream that was very skilled at making the Treatling laugh. It was one of the new Retro Wishes, and she was beautiful. And so utterly spunky. With her two colored eyes, and the matching wishing tags, the daydream looked adorable. Buffy hadn’t quite decided on a name for her yet, but was leaning towards something cute. The Treatling scooped up the daydream and rubbed her face against the soft fur. “Pru. I’ll call you Pru. I think that’s terribly cute, just like you, you’re terribly cute.” Idly, she put the small creature on the top of her head and seemed thoughtful. “You know

At first, Malik tried to ignore the box that had been left behind by someone. He didn’t know who it could have been from, but he wasn’t all together eager to find out. Boxes, secrets, surprises…they were all exhausting. Of course after a while, he couldn’t quite resist and finally, the Grendel made his way over to the box and simply stared at it, his golden eyes narrowing behind his blindfold. With a sigh, Malik reached out and took off the lid of the box, surprised by how strangely soft and silky the box itself felt. Why would anyone go through the effort of making a box feel nice…unless. Well. Unless that person knew that he lived in darkness for most of the time and wanted to see that he could focus on something through touch. The thought both excited the male, and made him just a little bit apprehensive. Who would know that? It wasn’t as though he had many…any friends. And the one treatling he sometimes hung out with…well. She was more of a nuisance than anything, even though