<![CDATA[̷ᴇQᴜᴜꜱ - Dreamscape]]> https://equus-rpg.com/ Mon, 15 Jun 2026 19:17:13 +0000 MyBB <![CDATA[twin stars, brilliant brightness]]> https://equus-rpg.com/showthread.php?tid=418 Sun, 17 Sep 2023 13:31:19 -0500 Eniel]]> https://equus-rpg.com/showthread.php?tid=418 when the haze washed over Eniel's vision, he found himself in a place far closer to the life he lived prior: the bright, pastel grass of a spring in full bloom, the gentle breeze that lifted the weight of his long hair off his neck and tickled his body as it passed. the birds that sung sweet love-songs to one another, and a lake that sparkled in the daylight that engulfed the land in its warmth.
but he was alone here.
it seems the dream was not keen on giving him with any company.

he tried not to mind, instead redirecting his attention to the distorted figure that stared back at him on the river's surface. it was his true self, notable by the white silk that draped his head rather than the black he had from youth and the locks he had now in death. he didn't realize until much later in his travels through the winding afterlife that his body had regressed to a time when the stress of it all hadn't taken its toll on the unicorn. Eniel wasn't sure whether he should be grateful or resentful.

he lowered his neck to get closer to his reflection. the bags under his eyes were back too. he wasn't an old horse, just a very tired one. he gave a grunt, hoping the next dream he'd be allowed a sight easier on the eyes. he broke the reflection with his tongue to catch a drink of water.

]]> when the haze washed over Eniel's vision, he found himself in a place far closer to the life he lived prior: the bright, pastel grass of a spring in full bloom, the gentle breeze that lifted the weight of his long hair off his neck and tickled his body as it passed. the birds that sung sweet love-songs to one another, and a lake that sparkled in the daylight that engulfed the land in its warmth.
but he was alone here.
it seems the dream was not keen on giving him with any company.

he tried not to mind, instead redirecting his attention to the distorted figure that stared back at him on the river's surface. it was his true self, notable by the white silk that draped his head rather than the black he had from youth and the locks he had now in death. he didn't realize until much later in his travels through the winding afterlife that his body had regressed to a time when the stress of it all hadn't taken its toll on the unicorn. Eniel wasn't sure whether he should be grateful or resentful.

he lowered his neck to get closer to his reflection. the bags under his eyes were back too. he wasn't an old horse, just a very tired one. he gave a grunt, hoping the next dream he'd be allowed a sight easier on the eyes. he broke the reflection with his tongue to catch a drink of water.

]]> <![CDATA[no time to die]]> https://equus-rpg.com/showthread.php?tid=245 Sat, 22 Apr 2023 11:54:18 -0500 Berith Traegur]]> https://equus-rpg.com/showthread.php?tid=245

you should see me in a crown


Curious, what a place she had found herself.

Like a phantom, Berith slinked through the shadows, moving slowly through the putrid waters of this humid swamp. Moss hung overheard and threatened to tangle with her horns, draped across skeletal trees as if trying to hide away their shame. Shadows cut across the still, soup-like water, hiding away whatever may lurk beneath the surface. Green algae shifted as she slowly paced, careful of her volume and her passage. She could taste it in the air - fear. This place was a seat of deep fear for whoever's dreamscape she'd invaded, twisting whatever images they may have previously witnessed into an odorous, emerald bog. Cardinal eyes scanned through the trees, hoping to find whoever's subconscious inspired such a vile place.

With a flick of her tail two obsidian alligators. She hums to them, a haunting, low sound in her throat as she places her apricot lips to the forehead of one as it swims past. Go now, find him. She whispered to her conduits, tickled by the sight of the beats. Berith never knew what to expect as she interloped into someone's nightmares. Sometimes they were rather drab and boring, and her gruesome manifestations were nothing but husks of former family members, or at weakest a spider. But alligators? A swamp? It was so curious. Her black stitched lips curled, her dark eyes hooded as she breathed in the perfume of terror.

Ready or not, here she came.



your silence is my favorite sound

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you should see me in a crown


Curious, what a place she had found herself.

Like a phantom, Berith slinked through the shadows, moving slowly through the putrid waters of this humid swamp. Moss hung overheard and threatened to tangle with her horns, draped across skeletal trees as if trying to hide away their shame. Shadows cut across the still, soup-like water, hiding away whatever may lurk beneath the surface. Green algae shifted as she slowly paced, careful of her volume and her passage. She could taste it in the air - fear. This place was a seat of deep fear for whoever's dreamscape she'd invaded, twisting whatever images they may have previously witnessed into an odorous, emerald bog. Cardinal eyes scanned through the trees, hoping to find whoever's subconscious inspired such a vile place.

With a flick of her tail two obsidian alligators. She hums to them, a haunting, low sound in her throat as she places her apricot lips to the forehead of one as it swims past. Go now, find him. She whispered to her conduits, tickled by the sight of the beats. Berith never knew what to expect as she interloped into someone's nightmares. Sometimes they were rather drab and boring, and her gruesome manifestations were nothing but husks of former family members, or at weakest a spider. But alligators? A swamp? It was so curious. Her black stitched lips curled, her dark eyes hooded as she breathed in the perfume of terror.

Ready or not, here she came.



your silence is my favorite sound

img by aanasch
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