first contract ♚ closed

[killed]

Character Name: Midori

Who: Midori & whoever wants him
What: catch-all for closed prompts
When: anytime
Where: anywhere

Content Warnings: tbd.



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[onerthes]

Yes, they do. but that's an old old issue. I know that one without bringing out a book. It's because of this place's past, before this world woke from its slumber.

[She pulled out something that seemed at least a little appropriate, setting it down on a stand and opening it.]

The deers were the protectors of the sleepers within the nightmare, the guardians of the town, totems and agents of the first of sleepers, Ramona Derwin. They were also those sleepers who had remained so long that they lost their memory and being, becoming nothing more than her agents, her tools and weapons.

I suspect that their souls continue to linger on as deer here, still protecting the world they preserved while it slumbered.

[killed]

Ah, is that so? That's a heartbreaking tale... How sad it must be to lose everything that makes you who you are...

[ He folds his arms and shakes his head. It was no different than being a shade, soul trapped and regulated to a duty that they never asked for. It could almost be considered Hell, if not for their being unaware of it.

The thought burrows itself into his heart, reminding him to be ever cautious. ]

Even so, it's amazing that they watch over others even now. Can you tell me a little about them? Ramona Derwin... I've heard about the dream world you mentioned, but I wasn't there for it myself.

[onerthes]

There was a deep and abiding sadness to the nature of the story, yes. But... well, let us say that Ramona got hers in the end.

[Nothing in the time that she had come from that place to here had softened her view of Ramona Derwin. some betrayals did not go away easily.]

We were the sleepers. Souls drawn to the dream of a dying child god in her final night of nightmares. The power of a god kept it alive far longer than it should have, and we were left unraveling the pieces. Ramona was the first that she ever drew, while she was still healthy. She came to her world, and sought not to be lost forever, thinking she was just a figment of the girl's imagination. In her fear, she bound the child, and the sleepers to her, tying them so that she found a way to keep them around even after death, trying desperately to survive.

She was like a rat on flotsam from a sinking ship, and equally desperate, but with the veneer of nobility because the child knew no better.