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[EchoIre]

Username: EchoIre
The Nightmare or Daydream?: The Daydream
Lambie's Name: Nai'a
Gender: Female
Accent Color(s)?: #d4ced5 #675169 #fff1bf

Prompt Entry:

The night air was cool and empty.

Nai'a glided down from the plush clouds of her home, long body swirling elegantly through the air. She was pale as a ghost in the moonlight, her strange and ethereal appearance only complimenting the look. She looked to her left, catching the eye of another Lambicorn - a much more colorful fellow - who too was descending into the human world to bring them dreams. She playfully stuck her tongue out at him, earning an eyeroll and grin in response.

Small lights below caught Nai'a attention. With a final flap of her wings, she broke through the last layer of clouds. She had to focus now. Her three eyes scoured the darkened city, looking for the shapes of a few familiar buildings. There.

She tucked her wings against her body, letting gravity pulling her downward. Nai'a let her eyes drift close, enjoying the way the wind whistled in her ears and tussled her fur. In a sudden, fluid movement, she opened her eyes and flared her wings open. Her speeding descent gradually slowed, and Nai'a used the speed she had built up to swerve between rooftops with a few expertly-managed twists and tilts. Finally, she came up to a familiar red brick building, though to an onlooker she was still going far too fast. Just as it seemed she was about to crash, her middlemost horn pulsed once with a soft light, and Nai'a passed through the brick wall unharmed, as if she truly were a ghost. Now inside, she reared back and flapped her mighty wings to stop, scattering quite a few papers about the room.

Oops.

Nai'a let her eyes adjust to the dark, but she was already staring at the bed where the human lay. They looked so... peaceful, all wrapped in their blankets and snuggled into their bed. The pale Lambicorn crept forward, scarcely making sound. She was at the side of the bed now, peering down curiously at the sleeping human. She dipped her head and touched her horn to the human's forehead, only her middle eye open to watch as their contented smiled turned to a slight frown. They began to move ever so slightly, growing more upset by the second. Finally, Nai'a stepped back. She watched the human twitch in the throes of their nightmare - the one she brought to them - for a moment longer before turning and leaving how she came: with a soft flash of light and a great scattering of papers.

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[rabbit...]

Username: rabbit...
The Nightmare or Daydream?: Daydream
Lambie's Name: Reverie
Gender: Female
Accent Color(s)?:
Silver or #750D37 or #077187 if it matches?
Prompt Entry:

How do daydreams even start? How are they even born?

Maybe its a figment of the imagination that started from gazing away at the clock. A carefully cultivated daydream of many restless hours in classes perhaps. Possibly even a stray thought that was forgotten as soon as the mind snapped back into focus.

When Reverie delivers dreams, she dances through the human's thoughts until something interesting shows up and she tailors the idea until it's ready for the human. The ideas could be ready at anytime, even poorly timed cases but some cases like sitting in the hospital ward is not as tantalizing as looking out the window and imagining what it would be like to soar over the world. It may be inconvenient, but writing assignments at home can be spiced up by projecting a movie in their head. She doesn't send these dreams out of malice, it's more like a form of temporary escapism. They don't take very long either, the span of creating a landscape painting in one's mind could easily disappear in a blink of an eye. Reverie is particularly proud of her craft when it inspires humans to create, all because of her daydreams to them.

Sometimes when the human doesn't have any ideas that inspire her, she decides to make an apparition similar to herself appear instead. She daydreams about these appearances too.

It starts with losing focus when the edges of the world grow foggy and ever hazier, staring at one spot until they are looking but not truly seeing what is in front of them. In a work of radiance, she descends and unfurls her wings to their sublime length. As she gently floats, lights radiate from her and the halo shimmers as if it were the sun's rays. The image of divinity that calls forth can truly be considered a splendor to behold...

Ah, that's as far as she has gotten in the creation of her own daydreams. Reverie will continue to form daydreams and have daydreams of her own especially since they are just fleeting fancies.

[whimsyy]

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[kittiehh]

[•boo•]

Username: NightMareRose
The Nightmare or Daydream?: Nightmare
Lambie's Name: Selene
Gender: Female
Accent Colors?: Gold & periwinkle

Prompt Entry:
A wish, a wish. That's all I wanted. To be safe was all I needed. Even still, here I sit. A war rages on. A war I had caused... my wish is to go back in time and stop myself. My younger, foolish self had caused this war in stubbornness. I cannot go back on what I have done... it is too late now. I'm too far in. The whispers of those I've brought down torment me. The nightmares are endless. No matter how much I try to overcome them, the more they take over. The more they change me. I no longer feel like myself, I'm a prisoner in my own mind. I hate it... I HATE IT! I HATE IT! I HATE IT! It keeps getting worse... worse and worse as time passes. I don't even recognize myself anymore. A mask of greed covers my face, it dawns the appearance of a skull. If I could, I'd rip it from my face. It pierces my soul like a knife. I hate it. I just want my old life back. Sadly... that's not possible anymore... No matter how much I wish, it's all in vain. I don't deserve to be saved. I deserve this fate... For all I have done, it serves me well to be trapped in this Tartarus. My own personal hell. If only I had done as I was told instead of my childish rebellion. I can't handle this... I regret everything I've done. The world would be in a much, much better place if I just listened.