Brian was having a bad day. Salt water stung at his eyes as it dripped off his coat, he was soaked to the bone and everything hurt. The past few days all blurred together, stretched out and reaching beyond his recollection, but he knew he’d taken a tumble at some point. Might have even passed out. No broken bones thankfully, but there was no denying that he was bruised and sore, his breathing wheezy as he padded across the sand, a dark ceiling of a sea cave over head.

He saw several figures ahead and felt a twitching desire call out to them. He shouldn’t be alone.

“Hey,” he gasped, coughing as the seawater burned his throat. “Over here.”

After parting ways with Bancha, Beat had continued to meander. He made his way into the east to the Moontouched Cliffs. His mind was full of questions and he barely paid attention to where he was going. The black and white brute did look up when someone called out, however. Purple and teal eyes narrowed for a moment, squinting to correct his poor vision. He saw a flailing figure up ahead and threw his meager weight into scrawny paws. The old man loped across the sand, kicking up granules as he went, coming ever nearer to the stranger. "Are you alright? Do you need help?" The Destruction man canted his head slightly, inspecting the waterlogged wolf that lay in the sand. "Beat"

in my story, I'm the hero
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「she heard their murmurs- voices she didn't know. her ears turned to them, her sleek torso turning around as she changed her course of path. with times like these, no telling who might've needed a paw. so with just that in mind, the dragon moved with a paced trot. her silvery pools landing on a them both as she closed in without hesitation, seeing that someone was distressed. soaked, she sat along the side of them if they did not move- not wanting to get wet. "What's happened to you?" she asked softly, glancing them over before looking at the other who came to help. "I can help if you need me to." 」


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Daenerys talks/Isis talks ─ "Think"

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Enyo approached the cliffs, the vivid red sky casting an ominous hue over the landscape. The wildflowers swayed gently in the breeze- how delicate they were next to the looming white stone. The air was thick with the scent of salt and earth, invigorating yet foreboding. As she made her way toward the edge, her piercing gaze scanned the area below, and her ears perked at the sounds of distant voices.

An unusual curiosity tempered her usual focus on the hierarchy of the Dunamis. There were voices ahead that beckoned her attention, hinting at a situation that might warrant her involvement.

As she neared the edge, Enyo spotted two figures: a smaller male, and another she-wolf radiating an ethereal glow. Both of them crouched by a distressed-looking wolf, who appeared to be soaked and bruised. The scene caught her interest, her innate desire to assert dominance flaring up at the sight of potential weakness. It would be easy to force the soaked one into submission... her mind briefly wandered to her plans for her slaves. At least until she remembered where she resided.

Such things would have to wait.

She approached silently, the soft rustle of her pawsteps almost lost in the winds that danced around the cliffs. Observing the stranger, a mix of empathy and calculation coursed through her. Her instinct to analyze the situation kicked in, weighing the benefits of offering her assistance against the prospect of remaining an intimidating presence.

"What's this?" Enyo's voice resonated through the air, rich and commanding. The others turned to her, their expressions shifting as they recognized the force of nature standing before them. "A lone wolf in distress? You don't smell of a pack." Her eyes glimmered with intrigue, assessing the newcomer’s state.

Enyo’s presence filled the space, an unwavering assertion of strength and authority. Though she maintained an air of aloofness, a flicker of genuine interest shone through her piercing gaze. She was no stranger to struggle, and while her demeanor often suggested indifference, she couldn’t ignore the magnetic pull of the unknown. Especially when it danced so closely with her need to be the solution.

"Speak quickly," she urged, her tone firm yet not entirely unkind. "I don’t have all day." The challenge hung in the air, a reminder of her unwavering dominance. The energy shifted around her, waiting for the response of the troubled stranger, her expectation palpable as she stepped forward, her silhouette cutting sharply against the red-lit sky.

She couldn't help but wish Erebros was here... He would know what to do. He was, in her eyes, the most skilled medic around. What would he do? What would he do?

"Do you need water?" It was the best she could come up with. But... as her eyes trailed they were surrounded by saltwater, "I could have one of my birds snatch you up a rabbit or something... even a fawn. You could drink the blood."

"SPEECH"

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Epimethius found himself travelling along the east side of Boreas, and then he heard the distant voices of wolves. Followed by one he had begun to grow used too. His head hanging low as he walked towards the scene, ears flicking forward as he strains to figure out what is being discussed. He came up to the side of Enyo, the only one here he knew anything of. He looked over the scene realizing the stranger ahead of them was in some sort of distress. He would pause briefly, offering Enyo a nod of respect before stepping closer. "Enyo." Sniffing the stranger ahead of them, curious as to what could possibly be going on with them. Before he stepped back to Enyo's side warily. "I'm eager to help, but what is going on?" the question was aimed both at Enyo and the stranger, he was unsure of what to do in this situation. The plagued animals, the weird red sky. Everything was off-putting. "Talk"

She’d been wandering the coastline for weeks now, driven north along ragged shores and hidden valleys by some restless pull. Maybe the hope for a place to call home, but it could never be so. It was quieter here, a far cry from the echoes of home that haunted her on darker nights. Each step she took brought her farther from her past—a curse and salvation all at once.

That morning, she’d traced a narrow path down to the cliffs to hunt, a ritual more for distraction than need. Fresh tracks along the wet sand and the faint scent of another wolf had caught her attention, but she hadn’t been inclined to investigate. It was rare she crossed paths with others in these parts, a comfort she fiercely guarded. She would not destroy her own peace in favor of mild conversation.

Then, just as she thought she would begin to head back to her makeshift den, voices began drifting on the breeze. A soft murmur at first, but it grew, mingling with the sound of the waves. Curious, she followed the noise to a rocky outcropping overlooking a sea cave below. From her perch, she caught sight of figures all encroaching. Annwyn narrowed her eyes, watching the wolves with a mix of interest and caution. It sounded like they were offering aid to someone, but she would have to move closer and down to see who. She let out a soft scoff, glancing over her shoulder to ensure her own path of retreat remained open. Heroics had never been her calling.

And yet, she didn’t leave.

Annwyn descended the embankment, each step deliberate, paws pressing into the wet sand as the muted jingle of her chains drifted through the air. Her icy gaze swept over the gathering, taking in every detail with a detached curiosity. She neither hurried nor hesitated, moving with the confidence of one who owned her every inch of space, though her place here was in truth tenuous at best.

As she came to a stop, her eyes fixed on the stranger, taking in his disheveled form and the unfamiliar faces of those who had come to his aid. She didn't speak. The subtle lift of her brow and the faint, unamused curl of her lips posed a wordless question to the group.

What’s all this about? her look conveyed with clarity, skepticism dancing in her eyes. She stood back, expression sharp and unreadable, offering no comfort, no warmth. Her gaze swept over each wolf, holding them as if expecting one to answer her unspoken question, asking them to explain why this mattered enough to gather like crows over a dying thing.


"Annwyn Myfïol"

The small woman drifted across the lands like the wind, moving here and there with nothing to stop her. Since Ashen dissolved, Seere had had nothing to keep her in one area for long, her family having made their way to different packs and different lands. Without her family, she felt hollow and untethered to the world... yet something kept her moving, kept her heart beating, and her eyes were always searching the horizon for something… more.

Why the sky turned blood red, Seere had no idea and why she finds herself near the cliffs on this day, at this exact moment, she could not tell you why. But the voices pull her at her, urging her down to the sandy beach and toward a sea cave where a group of strangers gather around a wheezy wolf. Concern etches her features as she approaches, her medical bag as always, snuggly fitted over her shoulder.

Her voice is calm yet filled with the soft authority of a medical professional seeking to do their job as she says, “I am a healer and my name is Seere Klein-Destruction. Please, let me take a look at you.” Mismatched gaze roves over the strangers before landing on the wolf who seems to be having difficulty breathing and she takes a tentative step forward a gentle smile on maw as she tries not to overwhelm any of them.

Slow and steady wins the race.


"Seere Klein-Destruction"

Walking alongside their brother Dracun, Abyss is treading across the ocean-side domain, fading in and out of the crimson glow that showered down from the heavens. The odd events occurring around them hadn’t ceased- there were rumors of earthquakes down in Auster, and an entire beach being swallowed by the tremors. Abyss was intrigued no doubt- but they weren’t impulsive or naive. There was no sense in throwing themselves in immediate danger.

Still, their curiosity was a gnawing, relentless thing- and Dracun seemed just as interested in the ethereal events as they were.

And so, they’d ended up walking along the cliff-side in the east. The air was filled with salty sea spray, mixed with the sweeter fragrance of wildflowers. And the scents of many wolves congregating. There was a group forming in the distance, their voices a whisper on the breeze, but Abyss picked up the words “are you alright” and “I’m eager to help.” Someone in the group must have sustained an injury, and Abyss was naturally curious. Morbidly curious really. The thought of witnessing someone in distress, and using their suffering as a leverage chip in their schemes… it was a delightful thought- one Abyss couldn’t pass up.

Motioning to Dracun, the pair moves toward the congregating wolves. There are seven in total, and as they approach, Abyss is forming an assessment of each one. It's a systematic approach, starting from head to toe, and finishing with their unique characteristics. So far, none of them seemed to be a threat. Abyss decided to stay silent for now, watching from the sidelines, to see if the wolf in the middle of the group needed help. Since everyone was offering it to him.

"Abyssinica"