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Tiberii · 4/16/2025, 12:18 AM

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Her dreams continued to plague her.

And more recently, they took shape. Real shape in the form of a wolf. A visitor. And one who barely spoke common, at that.

At first, she'd thought it was just her own mind ... the stress of her thoughts causing such a fucked up prophecy. She'd thought she'd imagined it, perhaps as an escapism to her own plights. She hadn't been quite the same after Genghis's death and her father's untimely disappearance, her normal flare had been lost a bit beneath a heavy blanket of guilt and mourning.

So she thought she had made it up.

(That seemed easier than the alternative that they were all going to die.)

And it was easy to pretend ... at least until the trip to the Summit.

She could not deny that snow ... she couldn't deny the glowing runes. She'd seen it, all of it, with her own eyes. And so had Shiloh. And so had all of those others that had been gathered there. Perhaps, one might argue that that had been a dream, too, but the persistent burn in her lungs told her otherwise. The poison stung her just as the smoke of the fires had. It was radiant and powerful, a reminder that things were changing.

Well, falling apart was more accurate.

Cursed? Doomed?

Their entire world, everything that they'd built.

It was falling apart.

She should have been afraid. And yet, she felt nothing but the sear of desire to protect everything. Just as she'd always protected her family, just as she'd always protected Dawnbreak ... she would protect Mythris, too. This was their home, and she would do whatever she could to preserve it ... even if ... she didn't quite understand what that was.

Runes? Seeking?

And all of that gibberish??

It swirled around in Tiberii's head, causing her heart to pound and her mind to spin as she once more woke from a strange and fitful sleep.

Oi, she'd huff, taking a paw to her face as she shook her mind free of the echoing voice. Her eyes and throat still burned ... think ya could tell it ta me straight, next time? The words were a low rumble, aimed at the visitor who'd spoken at least 80% illegible made-up fantasy words (she was certain of it). The bull would groan again, inhaling deeply as she tried to put her head back on straight.

She was so ...
... confused ...
... she needed ... someone ...
... with deductive skills. Yes.

Before she had time to act on her thoughts, Sólúlfur's voice caught her attention. It was louder, more sharp and urgent than usual, and Tiberii knew that Sólúlfur had seen it too. It drew her forward. The titan would shift into gear, striding to the clearing where Sólúlfur and Nóttin now stood, her ears pressed forward. Her citrine gaze hardened, blinking a few times as she caught Sól's gaze. Ya saw it too, then, Sól?

It.

The prophecy of the end of the world.

The little matter of the erasure of wolf-kind.

It.

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