skill: death-touched
attempting to free the wolf!

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It was no question to her which path she must take. The path that would take everything—she sneered. There was nothing left of her to give, save for this vile hound's flesh. She moved through the third door without looking back.

She was beneath a mountain. It must be a cavern, deep beneath the earth—but the rumbling, the strange magic that coursed through it—no, this place was no ordinary realm. The being connected to it, too, was no ordinary wolf.

He raged and snarled. Through his anger, Velyre stayed silent and still. Watching, listening. From what she had been able to surmise, yes, he had been left behind. She paused, watching, as others arrived. Some leapt for the mad prisoner's throat. Some sought to free him. She eyed the chains that bound him. Would breaking them break his connection to this construct, too? Or would it only make him that much more difficult to end? Did it matter? Did any of them have any hope of putting such a being to death? After what he had endured, perhaps he deserved this last act of revenge. Perhaps he was a monster. Or perhaps, once freed, he would choose not to be one.

Velyre turned to the nearest chain and clamped down with all her (admittedly not awe-inspiring) might, straining with all the force her small body could muster to break it.

Skill:

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He stepped through the third portal to be met with what felt like dozens of wolves pulling chains and trying to break them from a massive wolf in the center. He saw a few trying to attack the wolf but he knew better, he knew if that was him, he'd want to be free.

So the massive man leapt into action and threw himself against a chain, grabbing the searing icy texture in his mouth to pull and attempt to break the chains. He had to do it for the wolf. For Dawnbreak. For Lamb.

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attempting to kill the chained wolf
skill: warrior

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After her conversation with Melinoë, Corvi had grown cautious of the Dream Visitor's frantic pleas. When he appeared once more with a final ask, she observed the doors with wariness. Yet inaction did not suit her, and she stepped through the third, fearful less for her own life and more for what horror she might see on the other side.

Upon seeing the chained wolf, Corvi's hard crimson gaze softened. Only for a moment, however—the man meant to slaughter them all. Only blood was in his mind. Corvi had seen that look before, in wounded soldiers driven mad from pain and fear, and knew that nothing more could be done. His brother had returned too late. If the chained one had any of his mind left, he would have begged for them to end him.

No, not like him, she said, her expression sorrowful. I will grant you mercy.

With a heavy heart, she leapt forward to plunge her teeth into the stranger's neck.

The dreams…they were messages from the stars of this land…from fate itself! He did not have the complete story, but he had gathered enough over the time that he was here. At least he thought. It was difficult to put everything together, and he questioned if the truth was indeed being told…as the weaving of all stories were spun by the conscience of the creator.

He steps through the door, a sense telling him which one to pick, and before him was a situation he could not immediately put together. So many wolves, doing something to a chained wolf. He feels like something is suddenly strangling his heart. The sight of the chained wolf brought back immediately the memory of his throat being torn out by the monster of a wolf.

He felt his head spinning. He begins to breath quickly, hyperventilation begging to take over. Large paws step backwards…he felt so overwhelmed and terrified in that moment.

But alas…it did not last! He sees Euphemia then, her glorious form tall and proud. He felt like a pup watching a brave adult take on the world. He breathing begins to slow…but then she goes towards the beast, and fear fills him to brim! His heart was trying to jump out of his chest, but her words sang in his ears. In the name of Duskbreaker, you must die. he hears, and it was like a battle cry to the man.

If this wolf was the cause of the dangers he had seen, the cause of the death and destruction, the cause of Devika’s death before his eyes, then Euphemia was right to end it here and now…and he would do it by her side. Courage finds him, and he rushes to meet her side, not seeing a single other soul in his laser focused sight.

”By Euphemia’s golden light, this one will aid her!” he bellows, feeling a shake in his form as part of him wished not to engage this beast at all…but with Euhpemia by his side, anything was possible! The man would touch his side to Euphemia’s, and his own jaws would reach to end the wolf here and now.

OOC

Skill:  

Through the turmoil of her partner, Tiberii slept. Cradled between boughs of red fur, bundled in kisses, the bull lay dormant in her peaceful slumber, unaware just yet of the dream that had set Shiloh to action. For now, the fire in her chest lay stilled, unperterbed by the danger that unfolded.

For now.

It was rare that Tiberii rested this way for long.

And Shiloh had been right about one thing — if Tiberii had been awake, she would have told him to stay.

He'd promised, after all.

At his final kiss, she stirred, half-wakened by the sudden urgency of his actions. His words drifted to her, a set of three potent syllables that had since been unspoken. A mind so unprepared did not yet parse what had been said; instead, it only wakened further by the sudden lapse in his presence and the cold left in his wake.

What had he said ...?

And when she finally opened her eyes, she was not met with the man in red ... but instead enlisted once more by the Dream Visitor ...

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Three doors. Three choices. One real option.

The final boss would reveal himself as the bull walked through the third door. It was absolute chaos. There were wolves everywhere. Tiberii hadn't even had the slightest clue how many of them populated Mythris until this very moment. Golden eyes widened, roaming the cacophonous battlefield as she contemplated her next move.

Her mind, half dazed by sleep, roared to life as adrenaline erupted through her core. There was a warmth that brewed from deep within, pulsing within her veins in such a way that she could feel her heartbeat deep within her ears. The air sparked to life, dripping with danger and magic ... and the bound wolf savagely snarled, screaming in defiance and yowling in damnation.

Tiberii's heart fluttered as she saw many she knew. Most, fighting to free the savage from the prison that bound him ... but some ... Phia? An urgent sense of danger overcame the bull as her insides twisted, watching her petite sister barrel toward the wolf with a malice that equaled his own. Before long, her barreling form was lost to the chaos, buried beneath a multitude of bodies.

Tiberii would surge forward, dancing between strangers until she finally made it close; her eyes darted left and right as she searched once more for Phia. Fuck, she muttered, flattening her ears as the chained wolf's cry echoed painfully through the cavern. It was then she saw other familiar figures — Wolf and Shiloh, working to free the bindings.

There wasn't any more time to waste.

If they freed the wolf ... perhaps ... perhaps ... it would spare them all.

It had to.
It had to.
Right?

Her throat felt tight, her body pivoting toward Shiloh as she slipped into place beside him, throwing her body weight into the burning-hot chains and trying to unanchor them from the stone floor. She would wince, eyes burning against the painful swell of emotion that devolved into anger. The bull would grunt, feeling the sear against her skin and leaning into the physical ache as a crutch against everything else she was feeling.

No one had better fucking die on her.

He had not been feeling well. His body ached at times. Flames felt like they were crawling through his skin. He found he just wanted to be in a cool, dark place most the time. But he could never escape the dreams.

The pup finds himself with a choice, but knew little of consequences. When presented with the options, he looks to the third door and entered without much thought. Hemlocke lopes forward through the door, and his eyes meet a full sight of wolves all over a chained wolf.

He felt the desire to bite. So many strangers. He had met so few before, and felt almost overwhelmed by the flood of wolf bodies. Yet, many were attacking the chained wolf...and this triggered something within Hemlocke. His mind registered the wolf as a threat. The younger wolf darted forward, and his sharp, young teeth aimed to aid in the death of this wolf. He would try to rip and rend flesh, grabbing on and shaking his head with great vigor and might!