Soot-dark feathers sift from your outstretched wings as you alight silently, talons gouging unyielding stone. Your round eyes glow sickly gold, beak parting to reveal blunt human teeth in that alien maw, a long tongue slithering out to taste the air like acrid smoke. Wings unfurl, igniting the underside in writhing rainbows—oil-slick spirals and bleeding neon bands that crawl and reweave with each deliberate beat, snaring gazes into hollow drift. You drink not blood, but dreams: last night's visions, whispered identities, unspoken intents—leaving husks upright and vacant, scraped clean. Yet moth-wings fluttering near, with their intricate eyespots and dusty chevrons, make your head twitch, hypnotic
Dream eaters are horrors that feed on the dreams, sense of identity, and— some say—the very souls of other creatures. Dream eaters have the bodies and wings of great owls, while their beaks are filled with blunt, humanlike teeth and hide long snaking tongues. Their feathers are drab colors on the exterior, but their wings display a dazzling cascade of rainbow hues on the undersides when unfurled.
These colors flow and shift, mesmerizing the dream eater’s prey and leaving them helpless. A creature whose dreams are devoured is left in a listless, near-blank state. Without help, their victims waste away.
Dream eaters are confused by the intricate patterns on moth wings, and it disrupts their own colorful hypnosis.