Action: but you never tire of dreams

[ofthebeast]

Characters: Any willing dreamers
Open? Yes
Where: In your minds
When: After the party
What: Part two of the dream plot!
Warnings:


The party went on, with the beast's head on display. A proud, twisted thing. Behind false ruby eyes, it waited. And as the music became slower and the wine less plentiful, it waited still.

Those who had gazed upon it at the ball. Those who had seen it once living in the forest. All heroes who dared to look upon its face and dream still that they would be able to live another day...

There are all sorts of ways of living. In waking. In sleep. Perhaps, now, they would find one in between.

(ooc: Feel free to keep tagging into the party post! Once your characters go home and go to sleep of their own accord, that is when the dreaming will begin. Remember, it is up to you to set up what kind of world your character is trapped in and how best to help them. Plotting post is here, make use of it!

The beast's power will wane once the bulk of the dreamers have escaped his curse. If your character was not at the party but you still want to involve them in the dream plot, that is fine! They can either help get people out or have seen the beast wandering in the woods before it was killed and have caught its attention that way.

Comments

[canistricari]

When Loki's friends laugh, Coyote laughs along with them. He lingers in backgrounds and the corner of the eye, the teeth of this his truest form occasionally catching the light of Asgard.

[bittyfun]

Later, Loki wanders along a forest path.

"It was good, wasn't it?" he asks the figure he doesn't know is there, as he reaches out and a butterfly charmed to look like ears lights on his finger. They all look like ears now. Thor spent hours trying to catch them and put them back on his head.

The spell will wear off, soon.

[canistricari]

Coyote inspects one gleefully. The butterflies, at least, don't seem frightened of him in the least.

"Very good! The look on his face!"

[bittyfun]

"They all laughed." Odin laughed. He may not have wanted anyone to see, but he did.

Loki doesn't look at the coyote. He thinks of it as a voice drifting through his mind, something like the wind's whisper.

[canistricari]

"Oh yes," Coyote agrees, "even the one who punished you! How funny!"

[bittyfun]

Loki goes still.

Something is wrong.

"Odin," he whispers. "My father."

Father.

[canistricari]

"The one with one eye, yes." Coyote cackles. "He didn't want to laugh! But he did!" The sign of a trick truly well done.

[bittyfun]

"Who are you?" Loki challenges, spinning to face the other creature. "What is your business in Asgard's wood?"

[canistricari]

"Who, I wonder?" Coyote cackles.

"I am merely here to observe, little cousin."

[bittyfun]

"Are you Aesir?" Cousin? Vanir, maybe... He seems like just an animal.

Loki steps forward, reaching out to touch the riot of colors.

[canistricari]

"I am Coyote," he announces with great gusto. He feels like water flowing through the air, except for the edges of his teeth. The edges of his teeth cut like knives.

[bittyfun]

Loki smiles, in delight; the teeth may slice him, may draw blood, but he doesn't mind. He was the one who touched, after all.

"How do you take a form like this?" he asks. "Could I learn?"

[canistricari]

"Certainly!" He laughs, his form undulating so close to Loki.

"This is my truest form! You need only leave this body of yours for a moment!" Whether or not he would be able to do so without coming to some harm, Coyote neither knows nor cares.

[bittyfun]

"I don't know how." Loki isn't afraid; he's experimented with dangerous magics before. "I can change into a bird..." The first form, and one that Odin had taught him.

[canistricari]

"Then maybe you can't!" He laughs again, unconcerned.

[bittyfun]

"Is this how you always look?"

[canistricari]

"This is my truest form."

He shifted until he took the shape of a regular coyote - more or less.

"Perhaps this shape is more familiar?"

[bittyfun]

"Someday," Loki murmured, "I will be that powerful." There was a kind of steel under his voice, a heated ambition.

[canistricari]

"Perhaps!" He cackles, shifting back into spirit form. "I am quite powerful!"