Got my work cut out for me with this one. The man scoffed, eyes glimmering with a lethal light. Long has it been since the man engaged in combat, longer was it still that he had to fight a swarm. Even so, Wraith never forgot his roots. Where he came from, his pain, his struggles— the fight to survive. If the man had a smoke he would have taken one last long drag of the end. Unfortunately, he knew such luxuries were behind him now. Now all he could do was spit and bare his teeth in disgust.

Dishonorable were those that attacked the weak, the helpless. Dishonorable still was it to disturb the dead. An intervention was to be at hand and Wraith was certainly the kind of man to deliver it. He could only hope that Rhythm would be safe in all of this mess— whichever path he chose to take if he even took one at all. But now wasn’t the time to dwell, now was the time to act. The time to strike.

A once pleasant facade melts away as the white wolf’s demeanor shifted to something far more dark and sinister. How his expression morphs into that of a killer, eyes wild, teeth flashing with every snap and bite of jaws around his oppressors. The ghosts had to be stopped, no matter the price he had to pay for it.

I miss who you were before, ( I gutted that bitch from the inside out. )
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Tikho moved into one that called, one that beckoned her soul and mind to help save a tree she only saw in glances from Jakten's peaks. A tree that stood high above all others, a tree that she'd seen, guarding two skeletons entwined in a eternal embrace.

She shifted, slowly, deliberate, into that second portal, and did not hesitate to join the fray of fighting those beasts off.

Skill: Guardian

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Alder will protect Sølvi if permitted

The Runes swirled overhead in a vast arc and slowly converged as Alder watched in stunned silence. This time he could see the Voice from what he now knew were visions, the incorporeal Visitor who had plagued the dreams of every wolf in Mythris with ill portent and words of doom - and now it had all come down to a singular moment.

Choose.

The Isle roared in the distance, and he could see a blue shimmer within the third door as faint silhouettes moved in what looked to be a dark chamber; he thought he could recognize some of them. The Dream Visitor's tale had shaken Alder. In some ways, he knew what it was like to be left behind, to be considered an afterthought, and without thinking he immediately stepped forward to walk through that cursed portal and answer the call -

But a glimmer of gold caught his eye in one of the other doors.

Sølvi.

For a fleeting moment he looked between the open doorways, sparing a glance toward the Dream Visitor and his ghostly visage which remained devoid of any emotion beyond profound regret.

The spirit could handle his own mistakes.

Alder stepped through the second portal, toward the glimmering gold.

I'm here, he said, immediately beside Solvi. A wraith, seeing movement, lunged toward them and he snapped reflexively at the air to ward it off, hackles raised as he fully realized the chaos around them. The Dream Visitor had his own shit to deal with; his regrets were not Alder's responsibility, and if the Isle's wrath destroyed the world around them, at least he would be here with her when it happened.

Nowhere else.

Skill: Warrior

It didn't take much convincing.

Roskva's head popped up immediately, looking up toward the swirling Runes in childish wonder as they soared above the pair, then gradually slowed, settled, and revealed three shimmering portals. The girl didn't realize it but her mouth was hanging fully open, and her eyes flickered from the first door, to the second door, to the third door, then to the Dream Visitor, then back up at the Runes floating overhead, then back to the first door -

The soft touch of her mother was grounding. She pulled herself out of her reverie, tail thumping the ground, and as Sreda imparted her sagely wisdom Roskva felt something warm* building up inside her stocky little body until she felt as if she might burst.

Yeah! she barked excitedly. Don't run! Never run!!

As they stepped in tandem through the light of the second portal, Sreda acted as the child's shield while Roskva periodically snapped her tiny jaws out from between her legs like a small piranha. Woe betide any wraith that flew too near, for it would surely receive the stinging pinch of puppy-teeth in its ghostly plasma.

WEAK POINTS! her small voice cried out from Sreda's black shadow.

She was grinning from ear to ear.

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* Whether it was the ancient Call of the Viking Warrior or diarrhea remained to be seen.

The world went from cold dark mountains to a ravaged wasteland filled with the horde of wolves around him. Beyond their snarls and blinding white fangs, lie the reason for their ferocity. A massive pile and wall of distinct ghouls and enemies fought back, attempting to tear at the sacred tree that would protect them all. Give life to those that truly deserved it. Mismatched eyes looked to see his own beloved charging into the fight, a white blaze of fury and magnificence that was amazing to behold. Jökull too set forth with tooth and claw, heading for the closest enemy he could lay to waste. Come and get him while you can!

at the side of her sister, gjalla knows no fear. her blood surged with the memory of her ancestors, and it is them that she fights for. her lips peel up to bear her teeth, and off to battle she goes.

Yueshi stumbled into the glowing portal. He hated this place, this world, and all the horrible things in it! His paws landed on solid ground, and a tree loomed above him. All around him was fighting, clashing of fangs, the hard, solid thud of bodies colliding. He'd only a heartbeat to realize he'd been flung into a battle before a wraith lunged at him and he was forced to throw himself into the fray, to fight.

The dream passed like some kind of story and Fuxiao felt an obligation to try to know it. He had to wonder if this was part of waking in the new world. But when the portals manifested and his eyes caught sight of the wraiths in the second, he felt his legs instinctively rush forward, as if the guide and the other portals suddenly meant nothing. As if the entire thing he had been trying to understand had been swept away. Because as he landed within the fighting and the wraiths, his eyes found Yueshi—a mass that always drew him in.

Yueshi! he called as he slipped through others, weaving his way toward his friend and baring his fangs to any wraith who dared to approach them. He was turned opposite of Yueshi, shoulder to rump, rump to shoulder, pressing himself against the other to let him know he was here. Here. By your side.