Any Dream Will Do

A lone figure walked through the barren wastelands of Alasantres. A figure that wasn't really there, but only there in mind. A figure as though in a dream. And a menacing one, to a certain degree. It seemed right at home with the cold, barren land.

It was Nerrak, a sort of... other component to Eonoe. You might say his mind was, quite literally, wandering. He walked across the wasteland, almost as though gliding. Not that he would want to actually touch his feet to the ground if he were tangible. If it wasn't dry and dusty, it was like some sort of swamp. That's how the terrain seemed to shift.

The looming figure of the castle appeared on the landscape. It was peculiar. In many kingdoms, the castle would be with a large city, but here, everything was more scattered. There were a few homes and the like scattered near the castle, a bit more dense than elsewhere, but still, nothing like one of the large cities that you'd see with the humans, or with the people Eonoe was currently staying with.

He decided he'd take a stroll through the castle. Though he was a bit concerned that a demon or the like might notice him, if properly attuned in the mind. But he figured that he was safe, as long as he could vanish before things got hairy. Besides, the Conscious and his child were far away, out of harm's reach.

He made his way through the castle. He wasn't quite sure where the normal section ended and the dungeon began. The whole place was cold, dark, and devoid of... was 'humanity' the right word? Though he felt that the lack of pretentiousness in the lower levels signified the dungeon. He walked through, looking at the lazy guards and the doomed prisoners.

One prisoner caught his attention. A boy, a young teenager, snivelling, crying himself to sleep. He looked so pathetic. In rags, though they might've been nice clothes once. He certainly wasn't accustomed to cold hard stone cells. He was of a clean complexion, neatly trimmed blond hair and the like. Might've been with some rich family. Though that was over now. He'd be dying soon, Nerrak could read that.

Though he thought to himself... the boy was so pathetic here... why not show one small act of kindness?

He weaved his way into the boy's sleeping, fashioning a pleasant dream. The boy was at his home, safe and warm, with his mother. He was happy, and family was there. But out in reality, there were already killed, Nerrak read that. But here he could have that. But Nerrak did one small thing else. His family told him not to be afraid. They told him to be strong when the time came, and that they'd see him again. Nerrak left the boy with this dream. A small comfort, Nerrak thought. One kind thing he could do.

A loud snore caught Nerrak's attention. A very ugly, sleeping demon guard. Nerrak had a taste for mischief, so he fashioned a dream for the guard. Not exactly a scary dream (what the hell scares a demon?) but an annoying one. The demon had a beautiful female demon taunting and teasing him while he tried to pursue, but kept slipping out of of his reach. The demon kept evading, taunting him with insults pertaining to his appearance, manliness, and other sexual insults. It kept getting more and more aggravating, causing the demon to twitch uncomfortably in his sleep. Nerrak smiled. The demon wouldn't be well-rested when he awoke.

Nerrak left the castle, wandering up a lone, barren mountain nearby. It overlooked the land, an empty dead world for miles around.

The mist flowed across the mountain path like it was its lover. Taking everything and then leave its bare of life. Well not the most loving lover but a lover none the less. Naomi's feet touch the earth softly as she landed form her long flight. Her pink skin glittered in the moons light but she shifted to human. she did not like to scare her prey away.

Her soft yellow hair gentle blew in the wind as she looked along the barren path. She grumbled and then she saw a man. A smiled slipped along her ruby read lips. Food. She moved very sensually towards the figure yet something did not seem right.

" Hello kind sir," She said to the figure but then her realization left her a bit more upset. It was not a real perosn just a shadow of a man. She almost turned to walk away but she looked over her shoulder and said," You should be more careful out here."

Nerrak shifted his eyes, turning and looking. Obviously a demon, taking the form of a beautiful woman. Must be one of that variety that seduces prey first. That could be gathered from the method of walking. She looked like she was about to walk away, but he suspected it to be a ploy.

Hopefully, she'd decide that he was just a patch of empty air... if she didn't, it wouldn't matter, as she couldn't hurt him. However, if she figured the patch of air came from somewhere... this could cause trouble for the Conscious and the boy.

"Hello." he said. "I'm careful, rest assured." He said in a calm, low voice.

Hmm. How to respond? If I just vanish, it might only make her more curious... He thought to himself. I need to do what brings the least amount of trouble. I'll just stand here... see if she leaves...