Ardyn Cadeyrn Aodhán Phoenix Adravendi

The Heir had a hard time telling how many days had passed this season, but he could feel himself growing, filling in and growing stronger, regardless of the insanity of the winter. Spring would bring with it his second year, and adulthood. It was a strange thought. He didn’t feel much older. Sure, he was taller, almost to his full height but taller than their father for certain, but even with all the strangeness and his fatigue, he didn’t feel… old. Tel’s slim form suggested she might grow as tall as he would, and it was the younger yearling he tracked down for patrol and training tonight. The moon was swollen and heavy in the sky, stars streaking and no trace of the sun with the hour, not that there’d been much in the past weeks. According to Legacy darkness like this was very common in the furthest reaches of the northern hemisphere. The Arctic, she’d called it. She herself had not been there, but she’d heard of it from other Chapters during Gatherings. A subtle glow and the strength of scent told him his friend was ahead, and he called out, voice low before abruptly stopping, head popping up in a flurry of fiery light about his head and neck as a voice whispered from seemingly nowhere. “Tel— !“ “Come…” Quickly, his eyes scanned the grasses around him as he padded to close the distance and come abreast of the younger girl, hackles tingling beneath his armor. He’d grown used to the fireflies by now, but the way they were dancing now, as if insistent and beckoning, drew his attention to them, ears pressed forward and intent. “Did... did you hear someone, just a second ago after I called?” Had he been hearing things through the fatigue? He kept his voice low to avoid letting it carry very far in the night. Walk ---- "Speak" ---- "Labhair an Sean-Teanga." ---- "Hear" ---- Think

She'd been out and about in the territory, checking out the fireflies and the many glowing fauna and crystals that were glowing in the territory. She sat looking at a pair of mushrooms, the pair seemingly looking as if they were breathing but she wasn't sure. This winter was a strange one, though she wasn't sure if it was a normal occurrence or if it was something that didn't usually happen. A mystery of the season...turning her gaze to the darkened sky, she got up and continued on her way, though she didn't make it far before she heard Ardyn's familiar voice behind her. She paused as he caught up, her tail wagging and a grin meeting him but he seemed a little...off. Her head tilted as he suddenly appeared wary, then his question brought her brows furrowing. "No? I don't think I did..." She grew quiet as she tried to listen herself, but all she heard was the whispering of the fireflies that were floating around.

Wait...whispering? Did fireflies do that? She couldn't make out what they were saying since the sound was too low, but her grin fell away and was replaced by a more serious look. "I hear...whispering? I think...?" Confusion touched her voice as she glanced about, her glow fading just a tad to match her confusion and wariness.

Ardyn Cadeyrn Aodhán Phoenix Adravendi

At first, he was mildly concerned for his sanity when Tel’s response was on the negative… but then the younger yearling listened, and he saw the unease wipe the grin from her features, even her light dimming as apprehension replaced cheer. Well, unless insanity was catching, he must not be mishearing. The whispering came again, sometimes almost easy to mistake for wind, until one word made itself clear, more insistently. His ears fell back as he recognized the voice. And yet he shouldn’t be hearing that voice… and it didn’t seem… right. “Come… Follow…” He bristled slightly. He’d have followed that voice anywhere; except he’d helped bury his grandfather last season. Ardyn drew in a breath, frowning. “It... sounds like Grandda. But. He’s dead. I helped mom bury him.” Ardyn shifted his weight indecisively. If he’d been alone, he might have investigated it more thoroughly, but... his eyes flicked to Tel. He had both a friend and sort-of-apprentice to think about. “What do you think?” Walk ---- "Speak" ---- "Labhair an Sean-Teanga." ---- "Hear" ---- Think

She was...very confused about this. She had never heard anything like it before, and she was almost on the boat that maybe it was just the wind playing tricks. Maybe even her lack of a proper sleep schedule what with the world being thrown askew. She noticed Ardyn had bristled more, obviously more on edge and likely as apprehensive as she was. She glanced at him, her own fur starting to tingle as her hackles started to rise a bit. She was about to ask him what he'd heard, but then “It... sounds like Grandda. But. He’s ̶͒͌ḋ̶̿e̴̐̈́a̷̓́d̶̈́̒. I helped mom bury him.” Her mouth quietly clicked shut as her own ears fell back against her skull. She couldn't help the fear that started to creep into her, and she was sure it was noticeable as the glow in her fur got a little more erratic with dimming and brightening with no particular pattern to it at this point. "What do you think?"

She shook her head, unsure of what to say. She'd never met his grandfather, and she was still trying to make sense of the whispering voices she was sure she was hearing. "I don't know...none of it is making any sense..." She frowned again as a few fireflies glimmered and floated past her head. Tel...my baby... Her head whipped around, eyes wide and her hackles standing on end. "Wh-what's happening!? Who are you!?" She exclaimed. Her heart hammered in her chest, and she was finding it harder to keep herself composed.

Ardyn Cadeyrn Aodhán Phoenix Adravendi

Tel’d been about to ask something, but his words closed her jaws with a click, and he noticed the visibly growing level of ‘spook’ in the younger wolf and sought to lean close enough to brush shoulders, tail flicking to steady her, especially as the voices shifted for a moment. Voices, now, not just the one. A parent to Tel? He wished it would make sense… He listened intently, before calling out, voice level despite his internal unease. “Whoever – whatever – you are, what do you want? Why are you here?” And what can I do to make you go away and leave us in peace? The desire to have the source of the anxiety churning in his gut was a rabid one, but he kept himself in check, opting to be a steadying presence to Tel as he held his breath, ears perking for any sign of an answer. Walk ---- "Speak" ---- "Labhair an Sean-Teanga." ---- "Hear" ---- Think

She could swear she was shaking now. She'd never really felt like this before save for the nights she was very young and learning to survive on her own. Only this time...Ardyn was here to try and comfort her. He leaned into her to brush shoulders, his fiery tail flicking against her and she took a little comfort in knowing she wasn't alone. First, he heard the possible voice of his grandfather...and now she was hearing voices that weren't familiar to her ears, but deep down inside, she felt like she should know them. She squeezed her eyes shut as she tried to make sense of it, but her fear and confusion made it near impossible. “Whoever – whatever – you are, what do you want? Why are you here?”

Ardyn's voice demanded an answer, and reluctantly, she opened her eyes and tried to still her breath to see if what they were hearing would answer him. The voice she heard had grown faint. Almost to nothing more than the faintest of whispers...and then out of nowhere, it sounded like someone was screaming in her ear. It was a blood-curdling scream full of pain and sadness. A sudden intense wave of sadness washed over Tel then, and without realizing it, tears started to roll down her cheeks. "W...why are they so sad...?" She whispered in a quiet tone.

Ardyn

Your voice leaves your lips, the question dangling in the air and in the next moment as you start to breathe in you find yourself suddenly winded. You feel your breath leave your lungs before you have a chance to exhale. Your stomach constricts as if you've just taken a blow to it and you double over on yourself, a threatening hiss whispering in your ear, no words you can make out but clearly whatever is speaking to you did not appreciate your tone!

Maybe you shouldn't have done that...

Tel'Teukiira

As the voices continue to sound off in your ears a small little glowing light drifts by your muzzle as if begging for your help, then it phases through your maw, sending a chill up your spine.

Maybe you shouldn't have done that...

She couldn't help but whine, and she was unable to rid herself of the sad feeling. The voices continued talking in her ear, their whispers muddled and indecipherable now but the tone of misery and desperation and overwhelming sadness were unmistakable. She swallowed past the lump in her throat, and when she opened her mouth to speak, she noticed a small glowing light drifting by her muzzle. Her eyes followed it for a moment, mouth closing slightly as she swore it looked like it was begging for her help...brows furrowed as she watched it. But when she blinked, the little light seemed to phase through her maw and she felt a chill run down her spine. Her whole body shivered though, the glow of her pelt pulsing quickly with the beat of her heart as she tried to make sense of all this...

"Tel'Teukiira"

Firefly Shoppe - tel'teukiira

A firefly draws your attention nearby to reveal a cloaked figure with a small wooden table in front of him. On the table lay three items, with their prices beside them. "Choose wisely, and only choose one," the figure says. "If you can afford it, that is." Perhaps he accepts cŕ̷̕y̵̍͊stals and mushrö̸́̀ō̴̉ms... or perhaps its worth bargaining for something greater...


Inventory:

• Grow Potion- 1 /
  This bottle is shaped like an upside down pear and within it swirls a sparkly gold liquid. The label shows a crudely drawn image of two wolves of vastly different sizes, with a green checkmark over the largest one.
  
• Shrink Potion- 1 /
  This bottle is shaped like a pear and within it swirls a sparkly gold liquid. The label shows a crudely drawn image of two wolves of vastly different sizes, with a green checkmark over the smallest one.
  
• Pungent Potion- 1 /
  This tiny bottle contains a green globby liquid, the label claims it was made from local mushrooms.
  

A firefly drew her attention, and before she knew it, a cloaked figure had appeared with a small wooden table in front of him. Her ears fell back as she blinked with surprise, wondering who he was and if he was real. Everything about him looked strange, but at the same time she was fascinated and captivated by the firefly man. She peered at the items that were laid upon the table, wondering if any of them would help her stop feeling the way she did. Maybe her mind was making the voices up because she felt sad for so long when she was alone...but she had Ardyn and valhalla now. And she had a friend or two outside of the pack, so maybe she could overcome it..."What about this? I don't have anything to offer though...maybe my appreciation?" She felt like he might be insulted, but what else was she to do?

Tel chooses grow potion

Firefly Shoppe- Tel'Teukiira

The wolf picked an item and offered her appreciation. The figure seemed to sigh, then leaned down, giving the wolf a soft head pat as she could physically feel the appreciation leaving her body. "... Thanks," the figure said. You notice a few fireflies on his hand have become yellow as he fades away.


You gain:

• Grow Potion- This bottle is shaped like an upside down pear and within it swirls a sparkly gold liquid. The label shows a crudely drawn image of two wolves of vastly different sizes, with a green checkmark over the largest one.
  

You lose:

• Appreciation- ... weird.