*One of my newest character creations, for a post apocalyptic setting.
Roleplay Group : The World’s End – Neo Arcadia.
Z is for Zeedus
Sweet dreams are made of this.
Artwork by Gale
-Dreams…we all have them. Some are a collection of images, of thoughts, feelings, emotions…some vivid, some vague. Many are distorted, a kaleidoscope, the much of which many artists try to capture with the paints on canvas, or the words spilled out onto paper. But to each of us, our dreams are very different. Some, we simply do not want to wake from. It is said, that to experience a dream is to be weaving new material into the memory system in a way that both reduces emotional arousal and is adaptive in helping us cope with further trauma or stressful events. If this is true, then what little Radiant is dreaming, is a glowing example. What would a little possum girl, a creation of some mad scientist in a dying world, be dreaming of? Curled up beside the Lord of the Towers, as the grey and burnt world of Neo Arcadia dawns a new day. She stirs, and upon her face, a wicked smile. The possum girl draws in her tail tightly around her form, to help shield her from the sudden chill. ~Radiant? Radiant? What is playing out inside your mind?~
We see a field, ripe with the colourful blooms of many a sugar candied flower. Trees; the colour of jade, shining brightly, strands of red liquorice hanging from the boughs. The sweet, delicious scent of candy, that you feel like you are inside the miracle factory of Willy Wonka. Chasing a large group of gummy bears is none other than Radiant, who in this setting, is dressed in the most bizarre clothing. A pretty pink pinafore, with a white ruffled blouse, sensible shoes, and knee high stockings. Rosy Rosy cheeks. She skips and dances, twirls and prances. Almost effortlessly in order to catch the colourful candy bears. Running hard on tiny legs, they soon trip, and the wily possum girl bounces on their backs, squealing with delight. The tinkling sound of an ice cream van, plays a haunting refrain. Such enchanting melodies, with the twittering of bluebirds that fly so high, as the sky overhead is the colour of the richest gold, with fluffy cotton candy clouds, pink and pure, so low that you can reach up and snatch a morsel.
Everything in this dream world is edible. Candy cows, Chocolate policemen, Fudge penguins, everywhere you look. Even the people, the roly poly people, are made from chocolate. They even offer their fingers, which Radiant snaps off to eat. Eyes as wide as saucers and a joker like smile. ~Om nom nom nom.~ Her bushy spiked tail curling around her, while she munches down on a daffodil cup. Sweetness, and gooey goodness. Too good to be true…too good to be true. But then a growl, like that of a hungered wolf, which begins to scare them all away. Even the clouds, they get smaller and smaller, as a sharp shrill wind, blows its way through her fantasy food land. ~GRRRROOOWWWWLLL~ the sound is louder. The hunger comes. Destined to find her. Radiant leaps off a crying Gummy bear, who scampers away with the others, leaving her alone. The skies above start to turn black, the swirling churning, like a tar brush smearing out the colour. The chocolate flowers all start to melt, becoming sticky mud like puddles, that pop and ooze. ~GRRRRROOOOWWWWLLLL~ There is that sound again. What possible creature could make such a dreadful sound? It’s coming closer…closer. Radiant trembles, quaking with fear.
“Pwwweeeasseee….don’tdon’tdon’tdon’t….eat meeeeee!~” she cries, for in her terror, she thinks she is now the food, for whoever it is that is growling.
Is it the beasts? No…no why would they be in her dreams. Wait…a dream? This is a dream?!….~GRRROOOWWWWLLL~ But the noise, it won’t stop. Louder…louder. Radiant sinks to her knees, begging the owner of the sound. “Pwweeeeasseee.” From the inky blackness, a shaggy head; that of a huge wolf appears and opens its powerful maw that shows razor sharp teeth. Will the beast of her dream, bite off her head? Is this the end, of our little fur tailed friend?
The sound roars from high above the darkened clouds of Neo Arcadia; a city the world forgot. The black spot of the planet, where nothing ever grows, and people no one knows, exist amongst the squalor and decay. An old car, its car alarm comes alive, for the ground shakes and trembles, in the wake of the arrival of yet more from the stars. What draws them to such a terrible fate?
Waking with a start, the diminutive Radiant, is sitting bolt upright, touching her head repeatedly. It’s still on her shoulders. The beast had vanished, much like her candy coloured world. About to breathe a sigh of relief, the building she is on, starts to shudder, like an earthquake is hitting the city. The calm is once again replaced by terror. Leaping up, she lands right in the lap of the Lord of the Towers, who seems to be still asleep.
“Wakey…wake wake wake wake wake…UP!”
Radiant cries, snatching up his hand and giving his finger a firm tug. ~TWEET!~ The sound does not come from the Lord of the Towers, but her own backside. She releases his hand, and jumps down, eyes darting around her view of the decaying city of Neo Arcadia. Oh my…something wicked this way comes…..<3>