DTAE for Morpheus! Click and drag to zoom, space for next RIP quality — @Winterwatcher_ Quick info: Name: Morpheus Species: Dragon (this is only his shape, he can take the shape of other creatures but he prefers dragon/deer form) Deity :] Backstory [In progress]: (being edited) Morpheus awoke with no memory, no idea of how he had gotten there, and who had created him. He knew only his name, and that he was confused. He looked around the room, finding no light sources but able to see just fine. He hesitated, unsure of what to do. Then his sharp senses registered a figure standing right beside him, and he nearly jumped out of his hooves. He quickly noticed that the dragon before him bore similar characteristics to his own. Morpheus studied the other dragon carefully, noting that the only difference seemed to be in color. The other dragon’s colors consisted of soft yellow and orange hues. “Hello,” said the other dragon quietly. “My name is Hypnos. I assume you may have some questions.” His voice was soft, and made Morpheus sleepy. He shook his head slightly, trying to dislodge the feeling. “Yes,” Morpheus said, scrutinizing Hypnos’s expression. He looked calm, his face betraying no hint of surprise at Morpheus’s presence. “Why am I here? Who are you?” “I am your father,” Hypnos answered simply. “You are a god.” Morpheus blinked. “Okay. Who’s my mother?” “Her name is Pasithea.” “Where is she?” Morpheus pressed. “Busy.” Morpheus shrugged. “Okay.” He switched the topic. “What is this room?” “This is my home.” Morpheus nodded. “Where is your home, exactly?” Hypnos tilted his head upwards, as if pondering how to answer, then spoke. “The Underworld,” he said. “Ah,” Morpheus said. This meant nothing to him, but didn’t care enough to ask further questions. “So,” Morpheus asked, “If I’m a god, are you one, too?” “Yes,” Hypnos responded. “I’m the god of sleep. You are the god of dreams.” “Is that why I want to sleep right now?” Hypnos laughed quietly; the sound was like a lullaby. “Yes. My presence has that effect on people, even fellow gods.” “Huh.” Morpheus mulled over that for a moment, then asked, “Are there other gods?” “Oh yes,” Hypnos said cheerfully. “Many. You know how much power is in human belief?” “No,” Morpheus said. “Are there hundreds of gods?” Hypnos laughed again. “Think something more like thousands.” Morpheus was silent, trying to wrap his immortal mind around his father’s reply. Thousands? He had a lot to learn. But he decided to return to the endless list of questions he still wanted to ask. “So… why am I a dragon-deer thing?” “We can choose which form we take,” Hypnos said. Morpheus looked up into his eyes at that moment, and regretted it immediately. Hypnos’s eyes looked as soft and warm as liquid honey; instantly Morpheus’s eyes seemed to get heavier. He looked away to clear his head. “Form?” He asked nervously. “What, can I turn into a rat?” As soon as he said it, he turned into a rat without meaning to. Hypnos burst out laughing and Morpheus shifted back sheepishly. Hypnos smiled warmly. “Come now, Morpheus. You’re a god! Consider the possibilities for a moment.” Morpheus didn’t respond, for two reasons. First, he was somehow staggered once again by the sheer power he possessed. Second, he had finally noticed what he was lying down on. It was a beautiful ebony slab, just long enough for him to curl up comfortably. It was black as night, and it glittered subtly where light from somewhere outside the cave was reflecting off of it. It seemed to be the centerpiece of the room; Morpheus didn’t see anything else adorning the floors. Morpheus noticed he had spaced out and returned to reality. Hypnos was watching him with an amused look on his face. His face was congealed by shadow, but Morpheus saw he was smiling at him. “What do you think?” Hypnos asked lightly, folding himself gracefully onto the slab beside Morpheus. “It’s quite beautiful,” Morpheus murmured, staring at it. It was simple, but possessed its own unique sublimity that seemed to make Morpheus feel drawn to it. He wasn’t sure he understood why. Maybe it was because his father owned it. “This is where I spend a lot of my time,” Hypnos said. “Sleeping, of course.” That brought Morpheus back to reality. He frowned. “Sleeping? Why?” Hypnos squinted at him. “I’m the god of sleep. Did you think I can stay awake without concentration?” [cont. below]
[cont. from above] “I guess not,” Morpheus muttered. “But how are you supposed to do anything while you’re asleep?” “Well, my actual job is in fact supposed to be carried out while awake,” Hypnos admitted, “but I prefer to sleep.” He smiled. Morpheus felt he could understand that, to an extent. He still felt sleepy in Hypnos’s presence. “What’s your job?” he asked. “My job is to account for and answer the trite questions of new souls entering the Underworld.” He sighed. “It gets quite boring with time… the novelty wore off very quickly. Hades is still a bit put out with me, he is annoyed at constantly having to wake me up. Or so he seems. I think he enjoys slapping me every once in a while. But of course, he can do anything he’d like. He’s my boss—and a good one. I’m lucky he appointed me.” Morpheus blinked. “Er, who’s Hades?” Hypnos sighed again. “He’s the ruler of the Underworld.” “Ah,” Morpheus said. “And do you have to get back to your job?” “I do,” Hypnos said, albeit reluctantly, and stood once more. “Allow me to show you your purpose…” The centuries passed, and still, Morpheus continues to shape the dreams of everyone and everything possible. When he sleeps, he forms your dreams. Hypnos still is the accountant of new souls entering the Underworld, and Morpheus can now help out his father by sleeping for him. He’s still not sure Hypnos is entirely satisfied with his sudden return to his job, and no more need for him to sleep, but at least Hades is pleased. And there they will stay for the rest of time. The end
