  Dream Hiding Eternal Chaos
  You leave the second portal from the Shadow Realm and enter into a cold, damp place crawling with mist. Before you stands an iron fence. Thin, arrow-headed spikes stabbing toward the sky an inch apart. A similar bar lines the top and bottom of the fence about three inches from the actual point. The gate opens on its own and you follow the mist into the cemetary. The air is still and cool yet your skin feels scaly and hot. The graves are interlaced with rose bushes. Despite the eerie terror creeping and clawing at your soul, the soft, sweet smell of roses contradicts it so perfectly it creates a derranged-type of harmony. The mist dances unnaturally; crawling slowly, then quickly, then slowing once more to a steady pace. It reminds you of someone filming, then taking away some of the frames. A wind blows up behind you sending such a cold rush through your soul that you immediately whip around. You let out a little yelp of surprise when you see shadowy black and red figures floating behind you. Some seem to be from a science-fiction movie while others sit atop horse-like creatures reminding you of the middle ages. They walk straight passed you, as though their bright, dilated white eyes cannot see you. Rows upon rows of these phantom creatures float by up a hill but twenty paces from where you stand. You gaze in awe, fear tearing you apart, yet you are paralyzed and drawn to their point of destination. Like one possessed, you walk up the hill in slow, unwilling steps and you feel that you're not even touching the ground. Once settled atop the elevated earth, you gaze down at a most overwhelming sight. On the other side of the cemetary, on a similar hill opposing this one, is a line of black and red phantoms. You notice to your left and right are smaller hills with the same ghostly apparations standing at the ready. The depression in the center is dotted by a peculiar creature. Its hide is as golden as the sun or desert sand. The ivory white Dragon's skull shines silver in the moonlight. You hear her chains hitting the ground as she takes two steps away from a blood tree. A smooth tombstone rests underneath the tree but it is only dually noted in your mind. You watch the charcoal marked beauty calmly step up to a marble fountain. Though it is scarred by the ages, liquid still spouts from the half-fish, half-equine's mouth. You furrow your brow; that isn't water. It looks like mercury, liquid but silver and it breaks off in an odd fashion. You watch this chrome-like water pause in the air before falling into the fountain's base. The creature, your subconcious mind recognizes to be a Frondari, sips delicately from pool. She tosses her head up and you realize she must have sensed your presence as she seems oblivious to the armies surrounding her from all sides. To your astonishment, she rises up on her hindlegs with a wild call that is both a roar and a whinny. Her head bobs in circles as she flails the empty air and spins on her heels gracefully before settling. As her forepaws touch the ground the four clusters of Phantoms charges toward one another. You watch them. They move in an unnatural manner. Some move robotically like someone has taken out frames in a film, just like the mists. Others move swiftly but for every twelve feet they cover, they're sent back half of that. Some glide in slow, rhythmical movements floating on the breeze. Still others ride on beasts of burden that, despite appearing to be running full throttle, are not getting very far. These Phantoms move through her much like they did you and collide in an explosion of black and red. You watch as they tear each other apart in a twisted ballet. Their "flesh" tears like thin, durable fabric and pieces remaining floating; never touching the earth. Your eyes return to the golden one who has not moved. She raises her head to look at the full moon. Instinctively, you look up to see what she's watching so attentively. A mass of black and white covers the moon being only semi-transparent. It look to be the Phantom of... yes, a Dragon. The skeletal being swoops down on the war scene and releases a mighty breath of fire. Its four feathered wings catch flame as well and you shield yourself from an explosion. You look back to see the area littered with ash. The wind takes one swoop and the ash vanishes into the sky, disappearing into the stars. The Frondari mare still stands solemnly alone. You see a sparkle near her eye and watch a tear fall to the earth. From it sprouts a rose, it matures into a bud and blooms within moments. Her head falls and she turns toward the tree that was untouched by the Phantom Fire. She seems to vanish in the shadow of the great tree and, anxiously, you run down the hill. Despite your pounding heart and fear in your blood, you want to meet her. A dead wind sends shivers up your spine and you turn around only to be eye to eye with the Frondari. You let out a small cry of surprise and stumble back.  You gaze up, from the ground, in marvel of the horse-sized creature. Her sharp claws glimmer menacingly in the moonlight as she approaches you. Every step from her, you shuffle two back still on your behind. The chains from her collar, shackles and horn ornament clatter together like that of a burdened spirit. The silver light reflects off the black leather straps binding her black, tan-stricken wings. The dragon skull masking her face strikes you as odd but the sorrow in her eyes puts away your question. "Hush hush, quiet now, before you wake the demons." The creature's voice is soft, a whisper, like downy feathers; she speaks with a purr. Her deer tail twitches slightly as a cold, ice cold, wind whispers by stirring the mist around the entity's ankles. "I am Dream Hiding Eternal Chaos, second Frondari of the Shadow Realm; third overall. Perhaps one day, you will know my story. One day," she dips her head and, with a small snap to the wind, she gracefully bounds off into the darkness. Shadow Realm Entrance Lady Reaper |
| Name | Dream Hiding Eternal Chaos | Head | ll, dd | Call Name | Dementia | Eyes | Gb | Age | Adult | Mane | H*H*, S*t, WW | Gender | Female/Mare | Wings | Yn, ss, LL-TW | Species | Frondari | Antlers | Ad | Arrived | May 13th, 2003 | Tail | dd, SS, WW | Parentage | Wild/Unknown | Feet | hh, dddw | Herd | None Yet | Markings | t*t*, ll, Sf*, G*G*, N*N*, LR | ID # | ff73w | Color | TT | Home World | The Nameless Forest | Mutation | yyn* |
| Notes | The claws are her mutation. The skull is fused to her face and she never takes off the leathern straps from her wings. |
