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Art by our talented Calico!

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[Note: These threads are occurring in the waking world, and the events happening here can be assumed to be forward-dated and taking place on 4/1 so you are not necessarily threadlocked.]

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You step through the first threshold and into the open world swallowed whole by the worsening storm. The sky is a churning void of black as the wind screams across the frozen expanse, snow and ice assailing you from every direction like needles. No sun, no horizon - only the endless howl of winter, as if the world itself has forgotten even the memory of warmth. The cold seeps deeper every moment, pressing through your fur and into your chest, forcing you to breathe shallowly as your vessels constrict and you struggle to stay upright.

But somewhere against the storm lies an answer. Mythris listens; the darkness waits. You feel it - your voice is not small here. The crackle of energy hums all around you, its power crawling up through the frozen pads of your paws until you feel it begin to expand and reach out to fill every inch of your shivering body until the shivering abruptly stops.

If you have the will, you can answer the storm. Call out to the buried sun and tear open the sky with your song; banish the Frozen Mourning, let the light in, and allow the earth to wake and bloom once more.

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How to Participate

This is the no risk option for those who wish to participate in the end of the BWP and still earn rewards. One of three unique badges will be awarded to characters who choose this path.

Each character who wishes to participate in this branch must post in this thread once.

Describe their actions and participation in driving back the darkness; it may be assumed that the wolves who step through this threshold are transported to different regions of the map to spread the effects of their efforts evenly, so you may choose your desired location in your post if you wish.

Note: Characters in-game may only participate in one branch each, so it is impossible to earn all three unique badges on IC accounts. However, if you have multiple characters participate and each one chooses a different branch, your OOC account can collect all three through this means!

She was sick of this. Sick of the craziness. She wanted Taviora back. The beautiful forest, with the tallest trees, and nothing to worry about. Peace. It was so peaceful back then. No worries other than her sister chewing her ankles.

Now, she had to worry about the damn ground falling apart under her paws and the sky throwing her around. None of it was acceptable.

This dream was not like the others, and Stardust had to make a choice. She still barely understood what the hell was going on. Where she came from, nothing remotely like this ever happened. She could hardly believe any of it was real, but when she almost DIED from a blue crack in the ground? AND it almost brought Kirain with her? There was HELL TO PAY!

Stardust’s cyan eyes narrowed as she stepped through the first portal. The cold is like a punch to the gut. The wind swirls all around with the sky dark, the sun begging to be released. It feels like pins and needles. She feels the energy, the fact that SHE had the energy to fight back…with her voice.

The one thing she was good at.

Yelling.

Stardust bit her lip. Anger washed over her dark visage. Her head lifts, and the bitchiness in her resting bitch face was more bitchin’ than ever. She stamps a front paw.

”LOOK. I am TIRED,” she starts off, her voice perhaps a bit on the soft side of loud…but her next words only got louder.

”FIRST, YOU TAKE ME FROM MY PEACEFUL HOME OF TAVIORA, AND THROW ME THROUGH THE DAMNED SKY INTO THIS PLACE, IMPALE MY LEG, AND FORCE ME TO LIVE HERE WITHOUT MY FAMILY? THEN YOU CONSTANTLY DO TERRIBLE THINGS TO MY BEST FRIEND, INVADE MY DREAMS WHICH IS A PRIVATE PLACE BY THE WAY, AND OH YEAH, REMEMBER THE POISONED WATER? I REMEMBER! I HAD TO YELL AT WOLVES TO GET AWAY SO THEY DIDN’T DIE FROM YOU. HOW ABOUT YOU JUST GET THE HELL AWAY AND LET US LIVE IN PEACE?” she screams, she yells, she shouts, she howls. Her volume is enormous, and it reaches the very skies where the sun seeks out. Her tail is lifted, and the woman of nightly beauty…well, perhaps her yelling…I mean, singing loudly and fiercely, sorta overrides that right now. She was almost beastly, stamping her feet every now and then during her rant.

And oh, does she rant, as she does not stop there.

She keeps going.

And going.

And going.

It is a lot to ask a 2-month-old child to save the world, but perhaps, Kvitrafn is special. She had, after all, found one of those pretty, shining rocks that her dream visitor had spoken about. Perhaps, this was merely her purpose in life—find rocks and save the world.

Kvit had listened to her weird, surreal dream, her brows furrowing with each dollop of information shared. It was different than her first dream, the emotions that tugged at her heart, the voice that narrated a story to her. Everything sort of…hurt.

Though when the choice was ultimately given to Kvit in the emergence of three peculiar doors, a wide-eyed stare bloomed before her features.

A path of the healer, said the voice.

A path of the warrior.

Or a path that would ask everything of her.

If Kvit weren’t 2 months old, then perhaps her paws would have guided her towards the third door. Hell, maybe even the second. But logic reasoned the choice out of her—her paws were too tiny, her legs stumpy and round. She could barely keep all four paws on the ground without tripping over some air.

Fighting would do no one any good.

It would be best to focus on the first door (even if the tree she was born from called out to her with longing and fear).

For you, spooky voice. She declared quickly, as her figure slipped through that first door and entered a world of darkness and frost.

Immediately, she regretted it.

For the way the wind pummeled against her sides, the cold seeping into the very skin that kept her warm, and the darkness that shrouded anything that Kvit could glean. It was awful here.

She hated it.

Although the sound of another voice, crackling with an energy she could not quite place, piqued her curiosity. It seemed…they were helping? Each time their voice fractured the wall of wind and darkening cold, warmth spread through her toes.

Kvit grinned to herself as she pulled a muzzle up to stare at the sky.

Just like she had done with her siblings not days before, she would SING to the sky and howl with all her might.

She was good at it, too.

And maybe this time, she would bring back the sun for Momma.

Kvit howled with every ounce of might she had within her body, hopeful that her song would help heal the world.

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Perhaps, this was their purpose.

The reason the sisters had all been reborn here.

In a world that seemingly wished to kill them.

They were meant to save the world.

Winslie had listened to the dream visitor—to the voice that spoke so intimately within her mind—and although she could be sympathetic to the cause he seemed to proclaim —saving the world —she could not get behind the sheer idea of leaving a friend behind.

He left him.

That dream visitor who had whispered in the ears of all who lived in this world to do his bidding, while his brother remained chained, broken, and starved on an isle that yearned to kill them.

Were it not for the stupidity of man, would their world ever be in this position in the first place?

Winslie doubted it.

If the dream visitor was not some ghostly apparition beside her and within her mind, she would show the man what true abandonment really meant. Provide him a lesson on What Not To Do and how Consequences Can Bite You In the Ass.

Alas, he was not corporeal, and so she allowed her simmering rage to turn elsewhere.

She could fight the beings attacking a tree, an important tree, she had gathered. But the Dream Visitor had spoke of protecting something inside there, and Winslie wanted nothing to do with whatever he proclaimed to protect. Clearly, he was awful at it.

The third door was also interesting until she thought of the chained man the dream visitor had left behind, and, well, she didn’t care to fix the mistakes this man had made. Why should she clean up his mess?

The first door, however, spoke to her. To heal the world with song?

To save the world in a way that no man ever could?

She rather enjoyed the thought of that one.

And so she stepped through it.

The darkness and cold did not bother her, not more than the full-body shock it gave her, as her eyes blinked against a howling wind. Unforgiving this world was, and angry too, she just knew. But her voice felt special here, wrapped in this place she scarcely could recognize. And so Winslie did what Winslie did best.

She sang.

A howl broke through her throat as she sang a melody from her youth.

One of heartache, of loss, but of hope.

And succumbed to the warmth that needled at her toes.

Singing until she had no more breath left to give.

Motherless mama's boy
3-3-3 OC

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Speech Emotional Actions Thoughts

When the dream came, Toska was terrified, his entire body shivered at the howls of pain and the screams from the hurt. The wolves..were they wolves? They were all, wrong. They didn't really look like wolves entirely, and it made Toska cringe in on himself. He felt horrible for the wolf who had been trapped, been remade into something else he probably never wanted at all.

When he woke, and the doors settled in, Toska hurriedly stood, standing terrified there at them, he didn't have Abaddon right now, didn't know what door to go through, he couldn't remember which was which but he eventually stepped through the door that lead to the mix of wolves singing sweet howls, and one who screamed her heart out. It was..a contrast to say the least.

For a moment, he wanted to scream to, to yell at this world for taking him but he had to remind himself, he came here. He had walked through the door of his bedroom willingly that lead here, he couldn't be angry, not at all, but it still..pissed him off he was a dog. He also knew the moment he started screaming, he'd cry, he'd break down with no way to console himself into anything else for days, and he really, really didn't want to explain to anyone that his feelings got to be 'too much'.

So, Toska resorted to a howl, mournful and soft as he tilted his head back, soft but filled with emotions he couldn't quite describe. His devotion to Abaddon, his fear of this world and it's magic that never seems to stop showing itself, he wanted to go home, even if it meant going back to abuse but also, he was the freest he's ever been before. He could hum to himself and now get scolded for being 'too loud'.

Shortly, his howl deepened into a brief anger, one towards the magic, he hated this magic, it was the devils doing, as mother said, but it..helped, sometimes, like the fires, the fires that didn't burn the island down like other fire would.

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”The Watching”

Lydia looked on, lamenting that these wolves she was being made to witness and worry for were simply so stupid. It wasn’t.. She shook her head slowly, watching the wolves run and flee while that monster ran behind them. Truthfully, she’d have liked to hear its side of things too. Why were these two being chased? Why was the world angry, and why were she and the rest of Mythris’ inhabitants forced into this situation?

What had happened before the wolves got here?

Lydia hated men, that was known. As did the other sisters of the Scarlet Circle. And so, it was hard for her to care or worry for the screaming man when all she could think about was how often he may have left another in such a position.

Yet. Lydia was an optimistic woman in her time alive. Maybe he was one of those scarce good ones, and had been a victim his whole life to another man instead. Her sea-water gaze flickered to the fading figures on their way out, hardly shuddering at the sounds of the stranger being rendered apart by vengeful spirits. Her qualms lay with the one who had abandoned him in such a time of peril. Her sisters wouldn’t do a thing like that.

Her dream was coming to a close and she could feel herself stirring in the waking world, but this dream had been illuminating. The Sea had brought them here for a reason, then. She knew it was silly to doubt Bly for a moment.

”The Wailing”

The ghost man was ahead of her, and she swore she was alone. But, though the beach where she lay felt devoid of life and silent, the presence of her coven was eternal. I imagine even you must bring plenty of shame compared to another Hound’s name. How he could stand here and grovel and plead with the world was astonishing to her. Had he no remorse for what he had done? And would he abandon the rest of the wolves once his mess had been washed away by them all?

No, She thought, ears drooping some as she rounded to get a proper look at his face. There are things I am certain of and things I am not, but of your intention I do not know.

He began to speak, and she physically cringed at his crying. It was very unbecoming. Snow clumped and piled along her back and her head, trying to bury her in place while the Dream Visitor rambled on and on. The mauled man was trapped beneath a moving island, used as a sacrifice. Just something to take the edge off of the danger everyone was in, at the expense of himself.

Shaking her head, she muttered, You are cruel. He thought that the Wraiths would give chase to him instead, but what predator could pass up injured quarry? They would lick their chops and sink their teeth into whatever they could. How foolish and arrogant of man. I am not like you. Stepping close to him, lifting a sand and snow-covered paw to brush against his tears she could not see, Lydia broke free of her curt embrace to then turn toward the doors constructed behind her.

Listening coolly while the world around her panicked, she sent a parting smile to the Visitor before she stepped up to look at the doors herself. Eyes narrow, she almost went for the third.

But then, a familiarity brushed against her fur, whispering and humming toward the direction of the first. A sister had gone in. And she would not leave her alone.

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Emerging on the other side, her paws were met with what almost felt like sand, but could only have been more piling snow. Covey.. Whispering as not to disturb her important work, Lydia stepped up beside her, eyes glowing. In that instant, she saw how many other wolves surrounded them. Singing, Cussing, yelling out toward the sky, calling forth the sun.

And she took quite a deep breath.

And Lydia howled, dainty as ever.

She howled for the sun, to save the world. This was larger than herself– It may have been larger than the Continent. Surely, another continent might also suffer if the sun was locked in place? So her voice pleaded with the ethereal body, and pleaded with the world around her.

Bring back the light, won’t you?

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ALL CODING AND CHARACTER ART ON THIS PROFILE ARE DONE BY MYSELF UNLESS STATED OTHERWISE.

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As she stepped through the portal she prayed her her babies, for Ive, for Elvie and Aksel. For the world. It was dark there where she was, and storming like a blizzard, she blushed away from the winds as she heard the voices of many wolves rising above everything. Her vessels tightened and she struggled to stand upright, her eyes were squinted and she fought to breathe, everything was happening so fast.

Amongst the voices a woman yelled her complaints to the sky.

Throwing her head back Ivandri cried out to the heavens as she prayed for everything to stop and to be whole again.

Her life, the world, everything.
For her. For them. For Mythris.

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Ketamine Helhund Sobek

As she stepped through the first door, there was a terrible storm. A howling wind that bit at her ear tips, froze her to the core, and constricted her chest causing her difficulty breathing. As she went forth it was dark and she shuddered against the winds that blustered towards her skins. Amongst the many voices that rose, she caught Stardust Shouting everything she had up to the skies and Ketamine scurried her way over to the woman, plopping her bottom down next to her and throwing her head back. Even though she struggled to breathe she felt the power within her bellowing forth towards the skies. She tossed her head back and let out the most awful bloodcurdling broken groan she could muster.

She tried.

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Jaxxon Douglas Kinsey

They'd been on their way towards Verdigris row when the dream happened. It caused him to awake with a start, eyes shooting wide as a scene played before him, it was like something out of a movie and he couldn't believe his eyes when rips and doors appeared before him. He had to make a choice, and knowing that he couldn't risk injury from the wraiths and the unknown of door three he decided on the darkness in one. Stepping forward he was bitten to the bone by the bitter cold that struck through his thick mountain worn pelt. He winced against the bite of winds that blew against him in the blizzard like conditions.

He went forth, searching, he saw nothing, emptiness, but he heard the voices of many as they rose above to fight the shadows that overtook the sky. Jaxxon took a deep breath and steadied himself. He planted his feet firmly into the ground as he threw back his head and called out with everything in his being to t he heavens.

To fight the darkness for Mythris. For Saga. Dulcie. Their children. Jakten. Nyra. Even that little shit Abaddon.

He would bellow a cry that would rise and fall, battling the darkness above.

He wasn't about to go quietly.

LOOK, ASSHOLE. The dog's voice was sharp and then booming, loud enough to carry over sweeping plains or through the corridors of fire where he had grown in the Forgelands, but here there was nothing except the darkness above, the bodies below. Somewhere in his periphery was the portal he had run through thoughtlessly; it was a wonder how he didn't end up in the warrior's camp, given how stupid he was and how death-prone he seemed.

I DON'T KNOW WHERE YOU GET OFF—BUT I'VE HAD ENOUGH!

Taking a breath, in that moment Kwe'tau could hear other voices raised in similar vein. Some were crying out, some were singing, some were making bestial noises—and he was glad to have the chorus as back-up. He was the star, here—clearly that was why he was dragged across the nether and deposited in this place! He was meant for greater things than the Forgelands could provide. It hadn't been his choice, and that's what he'd come to yell about.

YOU CAN'T MAKE SHIT WITHOUT FIRE. THIS PLACE? YOU FILLED IT WITH THE LIVING, BUT WHERE IS THE FIRE? YOU IDIOT! ITS TOO COLD HERE FOR US. WHAT KIND OF PETRI-DISH DO YOU THINK THIS IS? WE'RE ALIVE DOWN HERE SO GET OFF YOUR ASS AND TURN ON THE DAMN LIGHT!