Stepping through the first door into the raging blizzard beyond, the spotted woman took note of the others crying out. Tilting her head back, she added her own keening howl to the chorus.

Stepping through the first door, Aspasia cast her gaze toward the storm-filled sky. The memory of the sun burned bright in her mind, and so she tipped her head back and called for its return.

It was not her world to fight for, nor her deities that raged against the land. Still, Melinoë felt the pull to act. Stepping through the first door, she loosed her most haunting howl into the roaring wind.

Little Mink did not understand much, only that stupid wolves had caused this pain. Stepping through the first door, she struggled against the wind, adding her own version of a howl to the rising chorus.

Still so young, so lost in the world, little blind Riarxis stumbled through the first door. Wind and snow lashed at his small form, a terrifying ordeal for one without sight. Despite it all, his tiny muzzle tilted toward the sky, and he cried out.

What a hell of a trip this was turning into. The dream came more intense and it did nothing but anger her. Choices such as this detested her, and while she wasn't afraid of death or danger, this wasn't her war, but if she could help and save her skin and those of those she had grown to love, she would take the darkness. It wasn't a stranger, and the deep clawed and whispered at her as rage built. This wasn't her world. She supposed now it was. She craved the fields of Asteria, the life she once knew. If she had nothing and no one to live for, she would abandon this world to whatever damndeable fate was to be had, but she no longer had that option.

This place stole it all from her, and fate was a wicked bitch and could get fucked. As much as she despised these magics, she had people to live for now. A family she was growing, friends, and a place to call home. Her mind went to Azalea and her mostly hellspawn, but her nephews all the same. To Jaxxon, who offered her friendship and a safe haven. To Abaddon, who hunts with her, and more intensely to Ezra, for whom she had claimed as her own. Her soul ached from the thought of loss, of them, of the futures she might face, and rage boiled to the surface fresh, hot, and vehement against the darkness she surrounded herself in.

She heard the voices cry out, some familar some not. Heard some of the rants and the name of a place from her original home. A snarl escaped her maw, anger, rage, sorrow, and hope mixed into a melodious, haunting cry. Curses and hopes alike were intermingled in her mind, and while she felt this deserved nothing but hate and ire, it was those she loved she acted for. Those she sought to protect and defend. This was her home, these were now her kind, and she would be damned to give up on the few good things this place managed to offer her. She would take this darkness and consume it if she must. She wanted the future, for herself...for them.

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Delta had fallen asleep within her den, her kids, the feeling of home and she couldn't had wished for more. The dream was a startle, and she could tell at least Helia was spooked by it at her side. Instinctively, as the dream visitor showed them the past, the truth, she had curled around the kids who slept closest to her. Waking with a groggy startle, and staring at the portals that loomed for her too choose.

Slowly, carefully, the piebald dame stood, and slunk through the first one, her breath catching in her chest at the bitter cold biting at her lungs with every inhale. Carefully scanning this area, listening to the conjoined howls and shouts, it was..warm to the mind, everyone coming together and then saw saw Aspasia and hurried closer. Tail coming to rest on her daughters back, smiling fondly, warmth settled in her chest, proud of her daughter for being brave to venture into something unknown.

Slowly, Delta's own voice joined the melodies, a howl soft and hopeful mixing with the other voices that damned the storm to break.

close to five months | skill

The dreams are nothing new - the strange blue glow on the horizon Reid knows to be a fissure split into the earth based on the dream visitor’s visions. There is an island far larger than any bear wreaking havoc on this world. But Reid is safe, cradled in his Ma’s embrace, guarded by Vidarr’s unshakeable confidence. Safe from the reach of the fissures for now, anyway. The robin is not safe from the Dream Visitor’s influence. The vision envelopes him - hints of terror, grief, exhaustion he’s never had to feel filtering through the dream’s empathetic connection. Reid witnesses gnashing fangs of mutant beasts his own imagination can hardly fathom. His ears prick to catch the abject horror distilled in the Bound One’s screams. Hazel eyes stare at the Visitor’s shadowy features, then fill with scalding tears as Reid realizes he cannot seem to wake up. It’s just a dream. Wake up.

It’s just a dream. It’s just a dream. When he wakes, Ma will sing a lullaby and kiss his tears away. He just has to wake up.

Portals split the air before the boy, radiating with power he can feel in his marrow. Reid hesitates, then throws himself at the First Door - it seems the least like a continued night terror, and most like an escape.

The storm is all-encompassing. The flecks of snow within the winter maelstrom are the only faint echo of his mother’s pale coat. She is nowhere to be found, and the only warmth Reid finds are the tears soaking the fur of his cheeks. MA!, then, VIDARR! but no answer came through the wail of the wind, of Mythris itself. The magic of Mythris soothes his trembling, shields him from the worst of the storm. Reid tilts his nose to the blackened sky.

The robin sings for spring. For the warmth of a mother. For the safety of a father. For the future he’d fought so hard already to see.