skill: tunnel of love 1/5

Isaiah had been anxiously watching the progress with his sisters - as ever, the goose-bull hybrid that was Tiberii had launched herself into her fights with the sort of dogged determination and grit he'd come to associate with his larger sister. What surprised him was the quick way that Aurelia thought on her feet - using skills that Isaiah had no idea she had, which he assumed were things that Genghis had taught her. He could picture it in his mind, Genghis' patient sort of way of teaching coupled with Aurelia's willowy frame and being fleet of foot, Isaiah felt like his chest might burst from the pride he felt.

Between the matches he wove in and out of crowds, taking stock of the others - shy as ever, he dared not approach anyone for fear of disturbing them. He heard the joyous sound of laughter - not sure what was the root cause, if it was recalling the fallen King of the North or if it was just someone's amusing story. Ears pricked as his olive eyes flitted across the surface of the snow, admiring the brilliant ways that the light danced upon the freshly fallen snow. It was absolutely beautiful, a dance of a million tiny little rainbows all trapped in the individual snowflakes that made up the blanket of snow everywhere.

Was this not a gift? Some sort of way of honoring those lost - not just Ragnar, but also Genghis, and even going back to his mother. Olive would have given her son this precious treasure - the only thing disturbing it was the pink blush of the petals that fell from those strange trees. Again he was compelled to approach them, but this time he was not caught under a pink moon.

Skill: N/A [0/5]

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Cvetka was desperate for answers. Who was Hanska? Where was he now? Why had he been so violently taken from her side?

Antsy and on edge, she paced around the Fate's Respite on her 3 unharmed limbs for what felt like a lifetime until she eventually veered away from the region and back into the deserted wilderness. The young dame loped over the landscape with a hobbled gait, her breaths soft and leaving wisps of vapor lingering in the cold air.

Again, she could smell the sweet aroma of flowers. The floral scent wafted in the air and drifted down the valley, reaching Cvetka and eliciting a short pause of her movement. She had felt this before. With the shadow-like sire who she followed into a tunnel... with newfound purpose, she picked up her pace and followed the alluring scent.

The wolfdog finally halted before the towering forms of trees, bedecked with blossoms of vivacious pink. She recognized this too—the entrance of the tunnel. Cvetka's lips were parted as she breathed, her brows furrowed into a scowl. She dipped her head and slipped into the cavern.

Would she remember again? The sweet blonde boy? Her life before she collided with Mythris?

Cvetka needed to know.

skill: tunnel of love 2/5

Isaiah could not understand how these trees stood so brilliantly and beautifully against the backdrop of the harsh winter that they had all been enduring. There was something beautiful, even in the way that it was all so unnatural. Maybe Isaiah should have been more wary of what he saw, maybe he should not have looked at it with the awe that he did. Isaiah had been through so much already, he had endured so very much - maybe it was his turn to take a moment of childlike wonder. If Isaiah could only slow down, if he could just take some time, if he could just *breathe,* maybe it would all work out. Maybe if he just had that *second* where the world was still and quiet the rest might settle too.

He finally had to tear his focus away from the snow itself and focus instead on the trees again. Before they had taken him to an entirely different world it seemed - would it be the same? He had to know. Maybe he should have been more cautious - he'd been born in Mythris, but he knew most weren't. What if these tunnels took him somewhere else and he couldn't make it back to his family? Isaiah took a deep breath, counted it out as he held it, and then exhaled - counting his siblings with each heartbeat to help measure how long he exhaled.

It didn't take him long to hear the footsteps of another, and the dappled boy stopped his progress to look around. Hello? He called out curiously - wanting to handle things head on rather than skirt around like an insect cowering in the shadows.

Skill: Florist [1/5]

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Still hobbling about, the wolfdog advanced. A field of flowers resided—the vivacious flora a striking contrast from the wan landscape just beyond the trees. Cerulean eyes transfixed over the brilliant plants, her tail loosening and beginning to sway at her hocks. A sweet scent of nectar reached her senses as she raised her head to sniff... only, that appeared not to be the only thing she could smell.

Cvetka let out a soft woof of surprise, ears risen sharply, tail stiff by her limbs. A few flowers she'd mindlessly scooped into her mouth were gingerly placed back down upon a rock—she could get to that later. There were other things to attend to, now.

'Hello?' The soft voice called, and Cvetka nearly flinched. She responded with a small bark—not hostile, yet not entirely welcome.

The rosy she-wolf eventually sauntered through the field, halting once she saw the other before her. Not tall, not short. Not thin, nor broad. A simple wolf, with fur dappled like a fawn and soft, round eyes that spoke of innocence. Of peace. Unhostile.

She quietly huffed out of her nostrils before quietly letting out a 'roo'. Her tail was taut as it flicked against her hocks in anxiety. A pink tongue fluttered out of her lips; submissive, placating. Quite redundant for such an un-escalated confrontation.

Cvetka dipped her body down, careful not to press any weight against the injured forelimb, and rolled onto her back. Her brush remained nervous by her haunches.

Skill: Tunnel of Love 3/5

The shorter sound that he received in response to calling out was sharper, causing him to freeze immediately. He wanted to be sure to leave some space, licking his lips nervously. Although he wanted to know more, he didn't want to make anyone uneasy. It was a thing she mirrored, looking much more stiff than he was though - and as the thought had entered his silvered head immediately she flipped onto her stomach and he immediately became a ragdoll all his own and lowered his body to the ground.

I-it's okay, I'm sorry. Isaiah offered quietly. I didn't mean to startle you! He hadn't meant to scare her so much - there was no way that Isaiah would ever think himself as intimidating so inspiring that sort of response in her caught him off guard too. A little sound left him that was close enough to a whine, the very tip of his tail wiggling behind him. He thought that her movements were a little uneven - maybe she was injured. D'you need some help? Of course he hadn't learned enough from his mother to be of any real help, but he could always get help from Dawnbreak.