Waking Nightmares
SnowmanV2 watched peacefully as the rays of the setting sun danced in the grass. One of the spots, particularly bright, rolled down the spiral horn of the magical beast with a joyful squeak, then scratched
SnowmanV2 behind the ear, danced on his nose, and ran after the setting sun. The horse settled in more comfortably on the forest bedding. Of course, he had to keep watch to make sure no one was mistreated... But not now... Oh, how soothingly a cat purrs somewhere by the ear... Where is the cat? I should get up and look... Although it's better in the morning; for now, I can nap...
What is that strange smell? Heavy, rotten... Hm... Swamp sludge, dried spiders, mouse tails, frog skin, bat wings... Swan feathers and a goose beak?.. What is this nightmare Sorceress planning?.. It doesn't matter. Must sleep... Sleep...
SnowmanV2's head fell heavily into a pile of leaves, his fur faded, and the horn shattered into a billion sparks...
Рудый thought for a long time about where to hang the intricate net—a gift from a stranger. Above the bed—somehow banal. Maybe on the window? With the gift in hand, the guy approached the window, pulled back the curtain, and froze in admiration. The night sky shimmered with all the colors of the rainbow; stars and clouds swirled in a captivating dance, simultaneously turbulent and slowly majestic... Wait, where did a bear track come from on the cloud? Ah, I must have imagined it...
Нэйра Дрейк finished another snare net and decided to rest for a bit. She took out her numerous boxes of beads, feathers, cords, and many other intricate little things with which she tastefully and skillfully decorated the nets. Lost in thoughts of a new masterpiece,
Нэйра Дрейк did not notice the darkness thickening behind her back. She was just examining funny pendants in the shape of animals—a bear, an owl, something with long ears—when a muffled growl made her turn around...
A piercing scream echoed through the surroundings, followed by a roar that instilled supernatural fear in all who heard it. In the morning, several especially brave Dreams ventured to visit
Нэйра Дрейк's wigwam, but the dwelling had been destroyed, and the materials from which the sorceress wove her nets were soaked in blood...
The Fairy tried to comfort her subjects with a new message.
City forward! We shall win! Arandor is dismal! Glory to the Godmother Fairy! Glory to the unicorns!No Time for Sleep- The Frog Princess - Larisa
- Kolobok - Ment
- Ivan Tsarevich - KindShaman
- The Humpbacked Horse - Небо
- Pinocchio/Chipollino - Arandor
- The Golden Fish - Morning
- Snow White - Loreley
- Little Red Riding Hood - ToX
- Old Man Hottabych - WishmasteR
- Neznaika - Рудый
- Mary Poppins - Gekasan_RU
In the Land of Eternal Dreams- Buratino - MasteR
- Cheburashka - Нэйра Дрейк
- Thumbelina - SnowmanV2