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Drachenschwinge
Here you go! Beelzebub has such great colors, he was a lucky hatch indeed! Don't worry about paying for this, consider it a birthday present ^^
And what do you dream about at night? Nevermind, I'll see for myself.
Every dragon has their secret fears, locked away in the depths of their psyche to emerge only in nightmares. Some are merely suffering what's thrown up by their unconscious mind, but others have Beelzebub to thank for it. He's capable of entering the mind of a dragon as they sleep and devouring their dreams, leaving nothing behind but nightmares to plague them as he slips away. Because of his odd method of sustenance, Beelzebub needs to eat and sleep very little compared to most dragons, the dreams he eats providing him with the benefits of both. He could, if he so chose, subsist like a normal dragon, and give up dreams, but why should he do that when they're so much sweeter? What are a few hours of fearful nightmares, especially when he doesn't have to suffer them, whose memories will fade in the morning anyway?
Beelzebub prefers mostly nocturnal habits, doing what bit of sleeping he does in the midday when the sun is highest and brightest, and preferring to spend his days deep inside the clan's lair, where it's dug into the rock and the only light is artificial. He sees perfectly in the dark, his luminous eyes flashing eerily even when there's no light to reflect, but bright sunlight is somewhat painful to him. He sometimes look like a dream himself, his dark and light colors reducing themselves to the play of shadows against slivers of moonbeams when he stands still and concentrates on not being seen. The patterns on his wings draw the eye, almost compelling them to keep following each curve and line. They even seem to move when the viewer isn't focusing on them. They can put a dragon into a suggestible state, and when Beelzebub “suggests” that they haven't seen him here, that perhaps they ought to lie down and sleep, they generally do so.
Well suited for infiltration, Beelzebub sometimes consents to be sent to other lairs while every occupant is asleep, sometimes lulled to it if necessary. Although he's not a great fighter, he can still leave a lair in disarray. All he has to do is devour the sweet dreams of the occupants, no hardship for himself, and leave them to toss and turn all night in the grip of the nightmares he left behind. They'll be left restless, hollow eyed, and jumping at shadows the next morning, leaving them vulnerable. Whether the unnamed clan wants an advantage over them in battle, or in more subtle negotiations, Beelzebub provides it. However, he generally demands plenty of assurance that there won't be any danger to him, and that he has several safe routes in and out, as he's loath to risk his skin if things go awry.
For someone who feeds on happy dreams, Beelzebub himself hasn't absorbed any of their sweetness. He's quite the opposite in fact, cynical, sharp tongued and sarcastic. Dreams are very personal, and he has an unsettling habit of knowing more about one whose dreams he's devoured than they'd like, with no qualms in using that knowledge as verbal ammunition against them. Many dragons have felt the sting of his tongue when he mocked some hope or crush that they thought was private. He feels perfectly entitled to eat the dreams of whoever he pleases, since if they had stronger minds they'd be able to keep him out. Some few dragons of the clan are, in fact, able to keep him from doing so, among them Jeanne, Uriel, and the Queen of Crows. He regards them with a mixture of wariness and respect that he shows to few others, taking care not to cross them.
But I do wish you sweet dreams, really. They taste so much better.
