There had been hot springs up on the mountain where she had grown up, so when the sulphurous scent came to her nose Sedna altered her course to follow it. Maybe where the air was warmer, she would still be able to find some plants of use, and as much as she was certain the Hallows had taken everything with them when they had moved, there was always the chance she might find something worth looking into, even if it was just some strange critter that had moved into the huts they had left behind.

The cursed landscaped was still changing, intensifying even. The sun didn’t even come out anymore, the moon still hanging fat and full in the sky, stars frozen to streaks above. If this was the end of days, well, they could have come about quicker in her mind.

To top it all off, despite her previous attempts to dislodge the fireflies in the willows, they had returned again, settling in amongst her fur, leaving the woman a speckled beacon in the ever present night, and ruining her night sign beyond the pool of their glow. It left her with a permanent scowl, to the point she was starting to get a headache. If nothing else, maybe jumping in the waters might free her of the bugs once and for all (although she kind of already knew they would just take to the air until she was dry again. If salt-water didn’t work, why would the hot springs?)

The most unusual recent development however, was the crystals. They pulsed faintly along the path, popping up in the most unusual places. Was that a heartbeat? or were they breathing? Of course rocks weren’t sentient, she knew that, but they way that they moved had her questioning everything she thought she knew. Were those bones under all that sickeningly pulsing light? She drew closer, eyes almost crossed trying to make out what was underneath it all.

"speech".

I've got no doubt that the only way out of this thriller
is if I am a killer too

Daphne had found her way back home. Or, as close to home as she considered anywhere anymore. The foreign pulsing lights of the crystals did nothing to waylay her anxiety, but those mushrooms on the other hand… What were they? The breeze bought the scent of the Armada to her and she wondered if it was Grim back trying to convince her to go with him and try again, or if he was trying to convince her to go back to the castle? Her muzzle scrunched. She was just fine here thank you very much, although it probably was the most obvious place for her to be, and maybe if she didn’t want to be found she should find somewhere else to go…

She supposed she had best go see who it was that was getting so close, maybe use her size to shoo them along if it wasn’t Grim. Her mismatched eyes kept finding the mushrooms. She licked her lips and considered maybe eating one even? What could it hurt? It wasn’t like she would be missed if they turned out to be poisonous.

Finally she spotted the greyscale woman, bending down to inspect the carcass of some long dead animal. It seemed like the fireflies had made themselves at home in her coat, and it made the younger wolf wonder if maybe she was one of them? “What are you looking at there?” She spoke up, keeping some distance between them just in case she wasn’t friendly.

"speech".

I could use some friends for a change

Sedna was still self conscious about the bugs in her coat. It wasn’t like they were fleas or anything, but they still didn’t seem to harass anyone else like they did her. When the voice came up behind her she shook, sending a blinding cloud of bugs into the air, hey, that could be useful… Maybe they weren’t so bad after all?

She squinted through the cloud of lights as they began to settle again, silver eyes falling on a giant of a girl. Figured, of course that it would be someone bigger than she was. "I was thinkin’ about takin’ a bath ter see if it’d shift these bastards, but I got distracted tryna make out what this is…was." She gestured with her head towards the crystal covered skeleton with a shrug, taking in the girls ragged appearance.

"What about ya? Does yer mother know yer out?" There was a hint of the tease in the smirk that was painted on her lips, whether the girl would pick up on it or not was yet to be seen however.

"speech".

I've got no doubt that the only way out of this thriller
is if I am a killer too

Daphne’s gaze fell to the pile of crystals before the other wolf, shuddering a little at the way they seemed to be alive. She even bristled at the jab about her mother. The other wolf had a nose, of course she could tell she was alone… but then she saw the smirk and released a huff of air instead of the snarl that had wanted to build. "I mean they’re just rocks right? But what about the mushrooms? Can they be eaten? Are they poisonous? Do they have healing properties? I want to know!" She almost stamped her foot in frustration. Was there any safe way to tell? Or would she just have to take one between her jaws and bite down herself?

"speech".

I could use some friends for a change

The older wolf released a chuckle at the younger wolf’s huff. She remembered being so impatient herself once, and admittedly when it came to the mushrooms she wasn’t quite sure what to make of them either, but when the girl asked if they could be eaten, her ears flattened. "I wouldn’. Mushrooms ‘r tricky things an’ ‘alf th’ time yer think yer pickin’ one but it jus’ so ‘appens ter look like th’ one yer after an’ yer end up shittin’ yer guts out or dead instead." She said flatly. Not like she had seen the effects first hand, no siree, uh-uh. But you wouldn’t catch Sedna Archer-Lyall eating those things! Maybe feeding them to an unsuspecting herbivore to observe the effects, but she was well past self-experimentation when it came to her herbcraft. These crystals on the other hand…

She stuck out her tongue and dragged it across the surface of the crystal, just to see what the texture was like.

"speech".

I've got no doubt that the only way out of this thriller
is if I am a killer too

Daphne’s ears flattened as the woman listed off the reasons she wouldn’t try eating the mushrooms herself, she seemed to know what she was on about… or so the young girl thought, until she saw her stick out her tongue and drag it along the surface of the strange throbbing rock. She pulled a face and glanced about, finding a small patch of the glowing mushrooms just a few steps away. They seemed to sway at her invitingly, and she wasn’t about to be told what she should and shouldn’t do by a woman she didn’t even know the name of!

The girl leaned down and sniffed before opening her mouth and closing over a small bunch of the mushroom caps, her chewing motion thoughtful, at least at first.

"speech".

I could use some friends for a change

Daphne

You take the mushroom cap in your mouth and give it a few thoughtful chews. You feel compelled to swallow it fast, hungry enough to take another in your mouth and another and another. Actually, you feel hungrier than you've ever felt before.

Maybe you shouldn't have done that...

Sedna

You give the crystal a lick of your soft tongue and it comes away.. crunchy? Bits of the crystal have seemed to flake off into your mouth and no matter how much you chew them, they never feel soft enough to swallow.

Maybe you shouldn't have done that...

Sedna’s tongue slid over the unfamiliar surface, and while nothing initially registered as odd, the gritty feeling against the roof of her mouth as she withdrew was entirely new. Her brows drew down thoughtfully as she moved the strange texture around and around, grinding it between her teeth. It didn’t seem to have a describable flavour, and even if she wanted to, she wasn’t sure she would be able to swallow the little crunchy shards, so she just kept mulling them over, trying to decide what they might be made of? It was more coarse than sand, that was for sure.

Her eyes turned to fall on the young wolf gobbling up a mouth full of mushrooms. "I told yer not ter do fat!" She spoke around her crunchy mouthful, finally deciding to drag her tongue against the snow to dislodge the tiny shards. There was hardly a way to get rid of them all now they had been ground so small.

"speech".

I've got no doubt that the only way out of this thriller
is if I am a killer too

The first mouthful slid down easily enough. She didn’t feel any different… or did she? Without much thought, Daphne readily plucked another, and another. It was like she just couldn’t get enough of them! The other wolf’s voice was almost lost on her, but now she was starting to get scared. She looked to the older woman with tears stinging the corners of her eyes."Ican’Shtop!" she seemed to sob as she went back for another mouthful of the ever tempting glowing caps. If she had known they were like this she never would have put one in her mouth! Or would she have started eating them sooner?

"speech".

I could use some friends for a change

Firefly Shoppe - Daphne

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:

• 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.
  
• Firefly's Favor- 1 /
  A firefly in a bottle. Might come in handy if you let him go at just the right time.
  
• Xtra Grow Potion- 2 /
  It comes in an extra large bottle. There’s way more than one drop!
  

Sedna - It Continues...

Huh? It doesn't seem like anything happened... Well, maybe that's for the best...

Daphne’s gorging was interrupted by fireflies dancing in her vision. She wasn’t sure if they had come off the other wolf’s coat, or if they had come from somewhere else. Her eyes were drawn to a shadowy figure just beyond the clearing they were stood in. He seemed to be made up by a million little fireflies. She approached cautiously and looked at his wares.

The poor trapped firefly in the bottle called to her, but she had nothing to offer the stranger in exchange. She felt she might have to be careful with her words with this one. "Are memories worth anything to you? I might be convinced to give them up." Daphne had been trapped once too. If he was willing to take them, she could only hope he would let her hold on to the memory of wanting to free the little trapped bug. Unless he offered her something more?

"speech".

I could use some friends for a change

Firefly Shoppe- Daphne

The poor wolf offered her memories in return for something. He almost sighed, if a collection of fireflies could. He floated forwards and Daphne would find herself trapped, unable to move. His hand rested under her chin, pulling her mismatched eyes to peer deeper into his cloak, where all she could see was ḑ̶̷̴̷̷̶̸̶̵̵̵̷̸̵̴̴̴̴̴̴̶̶̸̵̷̴̷̶̵̵̷̸̴̶̶̶̷̵̸̴̶̶̵̶̵̵̴̶̴̷̷̛̹̼͎͎̙̙̯̟̫̳̣̫͚̺͚̞̖̟̪̳͇͕̝̦̮̮̱̜̖̙̝͕̪̥̣̝̙̥̠̮̣̳͕̝͉̰̗̥͔̺͍̥̽̈́̀̇̐̔̏͊͂̒̏̍͒̈̑́̃͑̐͛̀̈́̆̀͋͊̏͒͊̉͌̓͋̈́͗͊̐͛̒̒̕͘̚͜͜͝͝͝͠͝͝͝͝ͅţ̷̵̷̴̴̵̶̵̸̷̸̶̶̷̷̴̶̵̷̷̶̵̵̶̶̷̶̴̶̴̵̵̴̶̶̶̷̴̷̷̴̴̴̵̷̷̶̶̸̴̸̵̷̵̴̵̴̸̵̷̴̷̶̷̴̴̷̶̷̸̶̵̶̵̴̸̵̷̶̷̵̶̴̶̵̵̵̸̵̵̶̶̴̷̷̷̶̴̵̶̵̵̸̵̵̵̴̸̸̴̸̢̨̡̡̢̡̨̨̡̧̧̨̨͇̲̦̹̹̼͇̠̱̭̗͔͙͉̖͇̪̱̦̲͕̣̮̼͔͖͓̬͙̟̺͈̖̗͙͎͇̘̜͎̪̠̗̙͈̤͈̪̹͔̹͉̳̞̰̬̬̮̠̮̥͎̩̦̤̙̫̮̦͕̲̝̯̗̣̝̳͕̭̘͔̠̺̺̰̤͚̭̙͔̙̼̙͚͙̰̽̉͛̌̑͂́̎̋̏̔̀̐̀͑̏̍͊͑͒͐̓̀̇̆́̔͛̄̌̓̂̓͐̓̎̍̿͋́̀̉̒̈̂̃͒̅̀̓̃̀͊̊͗̋̎͗͗̾̓̅̌̔̍́͂̂͒͑̓͊̈̇̉̇̾̓̿͌͂͒̌̈́̔̿͊̂̓̀̄́̊̀̑̾̓̓͌͆̌̏͋̏̀͛̍̐͒͊̔͘̕̚̚͘͘͘̚͜͜͜͜͜͝͝͝ͅͅͅg̶̴̸̸̵̵̸̷̵̷̷̸̷̸̶̸̵̷̶̸̵̷̷̸̸̴̷̷̸̷̸̸̶̴̸̷̸̸̷̶̶̵̸̴̸̵̷̵̵̸̵̵̷̴̷̴̢̢̧̨̛̛̘̻̹̤̩͕͉̟͕̳̭̺̲͖̬̳͈̳̬̖̫̲̩̫̣̖͈͈̰̙̠͎̥͚̟͕͎̪̱̝̹͕̟͇̦͎̰̯̯͚̙̺͈͕̰̘̈́̍̊̓̑͌̍̈́̈́̎̂͌̊̈́͌̈́͋͗̿͊̏̓͂̃̉̅̀͆͑͑͑͆̀͂͛̌̏͑́̓̒͘̕̕̚̕̕͘͘̕͝͝͝͝ͅͅͅj̷̶̸̵̵̸̵̷̸̴̷̴̷̸̵̴̸̵̴̸̷̵̴̷̴̷̴̴̶̸̷̷̷̷̷̸̴̴̸̶̷̷̷̶̴̷̷̵̵̸̴̷̸̷̷̴̵̵̶̴̸̵̶̸̵̷̶̶̴̶̴̷̵̷̷̴̷̶̸̴̷̴̵̶̶̵̶̸̸̵̷̸̷̴̵̵̸̸̷̴̶̵̶̶̸̴̴̸̸̴̸̷̵̷̸̸̧̧̢̢̧̡̧̢̨̡̡̡̨̡̧̗͕͇̬̦̭̰̥̬͇̬̦̞̟͎̲̯̦̫̺̥̱̮͍͕̼̮͔͔̱̙̭̲̤̠̯͔̤̹̯̝̟̖͇̼̖̹̘͍̯̥̬̝̝̣̮̤͉͇̻̭͉̯͕̬̜͓̟̻̻̪̗̗̤̪̮̪̩̜̩̼̠̞̝̜̰͈̲͕̦̼͍̰̘̯͓̣̭͓̺͔͈͖͔͚̒̑̃̎́͗͑̇͑͛́̍̾̆͌̃͊́͆̍͂͑̅͒͋̇̅̒̐̾̌̈́́̋̔̋͌͒͂̍͛̐̾̿͐̑̂̀̈́̈́̈̏͌̒̒̎͋͌͑̉̈́̋̔̈́̽̾͛̍̂̀̂̄͛̎̍̈́́̍̌̓́͊̀̈́̐̾̊́͛͑̐̓̌͐̍̓̏͛̀̀̈́̂́̂͐͆̊̽́̕̕̚͘̕̚̚͘̚͘͜͜͜͠͠͝͝͝͝͠ͅͅś̸̵̵̷̸̴̴̸̷̴̷̶̴̷̵̶̶̷̵̵̶̴̷̴̵̵̴̷̷̶̴̷̸̴̶̵̶̵̴̶̷̶̴̶̵̵̵̴̴̴̴̷̴̴̸̸̵̷̷̷̷̸̸̵̷̷̴̶̸̸̷̵̷̸̵̸̴̷̵̸̴̸̸̶̸̵̶̶̸̸̵̸̵̵̶̸̵̵̴̴̴̷̶̸̸̴̢̢̧̢̧̢̢̧̢̧̧̧̛̝͉̗̝̥̳̼͈͔̟͇̲̟̯͎͕͚͖̱̠͈̘̟̦̳̦̣̬͓̝͍͉̥̭̘̱̭̻̰̪̙͖͉̰̫͈͕̠̙͖͇̱̮̬̠̦͔̲̲̮̲͍̹͉̰̥̹͇̬̟̜͖̼̯̦͔̞̝͖̟̟̯͖̲̱̙̟̲̲̞̝̜̥̞͉̘̺͔̼͖̿͑̉̅̐̾͒͒͊̂͗͗̔̄̊̏͐̈́̑̍̏͋͌͆̋̄̂̌͑́̈́́̆̋̔̊̒͑͗̾̃̅̅̾̊̑̀̔̉̑́̽̈́͋̇́́̀͌̔̀̄͋͒̈́̉̾͆̐̾̓̽͛̓́̒̉̀̈́̈́̀̏̎̋́͐̑̓̔͊͛̊̋͒̋̐͊̾̅͌͌̔̚̚̕̕͘͘͘͠͝͝͠ͅͅg̷̵̷̸̴̸̶̸̴̴̸̷̴̷̴̸̸̷̸̴̸̴̷̴̵̷̷̸̶̷̵̸̴̷̴̶̵̶̴̷̸̷̴̷̴̶̸̷̴̷̸̷̵̵̷̷̵̸̵̵̵̡̛̖̥̬͓͉͉͕̺̗̱̘͉̦̟̯̦͚̰͇͈̬͈̹̻͓̣̭̠̖̭̦̯͔̝̹̥͈̹̤̻̩̬̗̹̬̫̥̦̫̦̲̫͔͔͎̹̹̟̯̻͉̺͎͌̈́̈́̈́͐͛͑͆̉̂̄̆͗͌̈́̾͒̃͂̉̾̈́̂͂̈́́́̽̎̉͂͑̃͐́̎̉̋̇̅̄̒̂̎͆͂̽͌́͛̅̽́͂̕͘̕͜͜͝͝͝͝ͅͅx̷̶̸̸̴̶̶̸̵̸̵̷̵̸̴̵̸̷̵̴̷̷̵̶̵̴̸̸̶̴̸̶̷̸̴̷̸̵̸̸̸̴̵̶̵̸̸̶̷̵̴̶̴̸̷̶̷̶̵̸̷̷̸̶̷̸̸̵̸̸̸̴̵̷̶̶̢̢̧̨̧̛̛̛̯̪͔̖̰̭̥̳̠͈̩̪͚̯̳̥̜͇̫̥͖̗̥͓͓͚͚̱̫̻̠̻̝̭̰͈͖͕̻͔̱̜̤͚̰̠̺̦̻̳͇̟̙̗͕͇̟͈͖̭̞̫̝̟̭͚͍̅̀͛͛̎̇̔̈́̒̒̃́͛́͂̈̂̔̍̊̈́̋͗͛̈̂͆͆͐͐̏͑̾̆́͗̅̎͌̽͋̾̏̋͂̿̈́̑̔͆̾͐̒͋̓́̑̋̈́͑͊͗͌̓̊̽̑͘̕̕̕͘͘͘̚̚̕̕̕͜͜͝͠͝͝ͅͅͅh̶̷̶̴̸̸̸̶̸̴̸̵̴̶̷̶̸̴̶̶̶̶̵̵̵̴̵̵̵̷̸̷̴̸̶̵̶̴̷̵̸̷̷̵̴̵̸̸̶̷̶̵̴̴̴̵̷̵̵̶̵̴̷̸̸̴̴̴̴̸̷̵̴̷̸̷̨̨̨̢̢̡̛͕̝͕̠̘͉͙̥̱̪̗̩̜̭̼̝͇̰͈̗̳̻̮̺͉̗̺̭̺̠͙̠̯̙͈͓̣̻̱͉̮̜͉͕͓̼̝̙̳̙͚͖͙̣̯͈̟̯̝̤̘̤͇̝̙͕̥͓̹̄͛̆͛́͋̀̐̐͌̍͊̏̒̌̆̊̂͒̎̎͆̀̃͂̎́̑͑̇͛͛̋̍͑̈́̇̊̋̓̽̐̿̐̾́͆̈́́́̂̆͆͑̆̌̂̍͗͛̐̅̒́̑̓̀̉̈́̈̕͘̕̚̕̚͘͘͜͝͠͠͝͠͝͠͝m̸̸̴̴̸̸̵̶̵̵̷̶̶̸̶̵̷̸̶̵̴̴̷̵̵̵̸̵̷̶̷̸̷̵̴̸̷̸̶̵̸̵̸̵̵̴̷̸̵̸̸̶̶̷̶̵̷̷̷̵̷̸̷̸̶̴̷̴̷̶̴̴̵̶̵̴̴̷̶̵̵̶̵̸̸̸̨̢̨̢̢̡̨̨̢̨̢̨̧̛̼̹̖͙̮̲͍̳̜̳̯̻͔̞̘̹̞͈̯̠̱̜̪̹̻̠̭͔̹̥͓̺͍͕͙̮͍͕̠̳͍̺̘͔̝̜̳̮͓̥̹̫̭̭̤̹̭̤̳̟͚͍̟̣̗͓͉̞̘͕̗̼̩̳͕̙͎̝̩͈͎͆̎͗͑̈͒̽͆̍̈́̈̎́͑͗̐̓̋͐̀̈̄͂̀̈́̅͋̂̏̈́͌͒̈́̔̀͆́̒́̓̽̈́͒͆͋̉̂̏͊̿́͌̆̃̂́́͊̽͌̓̓̂̅́͋̍́̏̂͒̾̿̎͛̄̆̏͒͘̚̚̚̕͝͝͝͝͠ͅṅ̴̶̷̵̷̷̵̷̶̸̴̶̴̴̷̶̵̴̴̸̴̴̴̴̵̸̵̵̴̶̷̶̶̴̶̶̵̸̶̷̵̵̵̶̸̸̷̶̵̴̷̸̷̷̷̴̶̴̵̵̵̶̵̵̴̷̶̴̸̸̵̶̴̶̸̸̸̵̶̷̴̶̴̵̷̵̸̴̸̵̵̡̢̡̢̛̩͉̼̘̥͎͖̺̖̠̭͖̼͈͍̹̬̗͉̺̝͉̜͉̯̳̣̦̝̺̜̟̮͎̹̳̦̠͉͙̬̮̠͕̞̹̟̼͉͚͓̫̥̠̣͕̦̩̙̖̺̥̘̬̯̰̬̘͕͚̣̲̖̤̥̖̣̗̼̫͈̻̣̫̖̥͇͗̏͆̽̃͆̆̂͋̀͂͒̋̂̋͋̌̾̌̔͑̌̾̽͐͐͊̑́̈́͌̍̆̈́̃͗̅͂͛̓̓̉̇̿̌͛̏͌̔̄̀̏̓̒͐̔͋̓͐͒͌̆̊̓̾͆͋̐̌̈́͛̇͌͑͊́́̿͋̉͘̚͘̕̚͘͜͜͝͝͝͝͝͠͝͝͠͝͠ͅͅͅͅą̷̶̷̸̵̸̵̵̸̸̴̵̶̴̸̸̴̸̸̶̷̶̶̵̵̸̷̷̸̸̵̵̷̷̴̵̸̸̷̶̵̵̸̴̵̵̸̸̵̴̴̴̵̶̵̸̴̷̴̶̴̸̶̸̷̶̧̨̡̡̨̡̨̨̧̛̛͖̱̯͉̜͔̫̟̹̯̖̤̬͇̞̫̗͉͇̱̟̯̯͉͇̮̙͈͚͈̣̯̮͇̼͇̬̳̣͙͚͈͇̩̤̬͉͈̘̤̱̠̼̠̖̖̰͚̯̗̝͉̌̅̿̔̑̂̅̅̾̍͆̆̇́̈́͐̓̈̎̈́͌̈̽́̉̿͐̈́̀͒̑͑̋̉̓̐̌̔͆̅̽́̏̊͒̎̒̎̒͒̑̔̇̎̈́͒̚͘̚̕̚̕͜͠͝͠ͅd̴̴̸̶̴̴̵̵̴̷̸̵̷̶̵̷̶̴̷̴̶̷̷̴̶̴̸̸̸̶̸̴̷̴̸̴̶̶̵̵̶̶̴̶̵̴̵̵̸̸̶̴̷̵̸̵̶̴̴̴̴̸̴̷̶̷̷̵̵̸̶̶̷̴̵̴̵̷̸̴̷̶̶̷̶̷̶̸̷̵̸̶̶̵̷̵̴̶̷̴̸̵̷̴̵̴̸̴̵̶̴̸̸̷̸̴̡̨̢̨̧̨̡̨̨̢̧̤̗̞͔̰̘̳̺̩̝̻̻̱̬͍̘̯̳͚͓̯̮͍̤̮̜̙̭̲̬̯̟̰̠̙̠̮̝̫̤͕͎̖͙̗̻͕̩͇̬̗̤̯͈̻̘͖̘̙͕̬̟͉̮̞̙͙̭͕̦͖̼̼̘͎̹͚̹͖̲͕̼̞̮̠͎̙̯̳͔͖̭̰͔͕̣͙̳̤̠̬͉̫̬̙̟̟̥͉̜͉̱͖̀̐̓̈̿͂̀̐̽̋̈́̍̈̄̏͋̌͂͆̐̄͂̃̍̐̈́̍̽͗̓̉̿̋̽̀̈͋̈̉̃̂̉̿̐͐͆͋̃͑̒̄̔̐̀̀̇̉͐̋̂̎͂̅̒͂́̑͂̿̿̈̈́̉̾̌̆͗̐̀̄̊͊͆̆̌̔̽̀̔̒͐̌͋̐́̀̀̀̂̎̽̈́̅̔̉̕̚͘̕͘͘͘͜͜͝͝͝͝͝͝͝͝͝͠͝͠ͅŗ̷̵̷̸̶̵̴̸̸̶̷̷̸̵̷̸̶̵̶̴̵̷̶̴̶̶̸̸̶̴̷̸̷̸̶̶̵̵̵̶̶̵̸̶̸̸̴̶̷̴̸̵̶̵̸̷̶̶̵̴̶̷̵̶̵̵̸̴̴̵̸̧̢̨̢̛̛͚̳̗̳͉̗̬̮͉̪͓̟͔͈̗̜̯̩̳̗̙̟̼͙̱̠̘͎͖̘̺͎̮̟̟͖̞͔̼̪̲̟̦̞̟͔̫͙̗̙̠̘̜͚͚͉̭̖̻͈̲͙̀͑̈́̃̈̀̾̈̐̋͐̈̊̇̅̄̾̀͐͗̄̓̔̐͊̅́̈̀͐̆̎̾̒̏̍̀̇̈́̋͛̈́̀̀̀͂͛̽̽̆̈́̒̑͐̃͐̒̄͒̄͆͆͒̎̕̚̚̚͘̚̕̚͜͜͜͝͠͝͠͝͠͝ͅh̴̷̷̷̸̴̵̸̶̶̸̸̵̷̷̷̵̷̷̸̷̷̶̴̵̶̶̶̵̷̴̴̸̷̴̷̶̵̴̶̴̸̶̴̷̸̷̸̴̷̶̸̷̶̴̴̶̸̷̶̵̵̶̸̶̸̡̧̢̧̡̛̛̛̤̬̠̪̖̲̰̠̜̦̳͉̟̲͔͍̺̦̳͇̮̱̲̥̥̺̻̹̮̗̜̱̱̳̜̱̱̬͇̭̘͍̭̘͇̞̻͓̳͓͎̺̬̘̘̣̦̬̔͊̈́̾̃̂̔̀̎̐̐͂̑̍̂̀͛̀̓̓̀͆̓̈͑̑̌͛͋̈́͑̊͒̋̽͋̉̌̍̒́̔͆͒̆͗̒̋̑̔̐̄͗̏͒̍̀́́̆̌̕̕̕̕͜͜͜͝͠͠͠͠ͅͅy̴̴̸̷̴̶̷̶̶̷̵̴̷̸̴̵̴̸̸̷̸̷̷̴̴̴̴̴̶̷̴̸̸̸̸̶̸̷̵̷̵̶̶̴̴̷̸̵̴̸̴̡̢̨̢̢̧̛̛̫̘̪̭̟̙̫͔̲̰͖͖̤̘̪̖̳̹͚͎͇͕̰̤̘̹̳͓͙͉̙̪̻̘̳͈͖̦̠̭̤̹̹̤̜͋̀̑̔̓̈̄̇̾̐̋̍̄̄̈́̏̔̅̿̍́̈͐͂͒̋̓͆̀̓̌̈́̆̓̔̀̒̓̀͒́̈́̉͐̀͗̕͠͝͝͠͝͝ͅͅr̵̷̵̷̵̷̸̸̸̶̸̵̷̴̶̵̸̸̷̵̴̴̷̸̸̷̶̵̴̵̵̴̵̴̴̸̶̴̸̷̴̢̢̨̛̖̻̼̖͖̤̪͔̙̮̯̹͇̘̺̩͔̥̱̹̣̳̘̼͙̭͍̮̝̜͕̭̺̫͉̣͔̤̥̓͂͗̅̃͒̀̽̓̐͋̾͆̊̓̽́́̿̇͐̇̈́̒͗͂͗̓̇̃͌̓͆͛̕̚͝͠͠͝͝͝͠t̷̷̵̶̶̵̷̶̶̵̷̷̴̶̶̵̸̵̷̴̷̸̵̴̴̴̴̶̴̷̴̶̴̵̸̷̶̶̴̴̵̷̶̴̶̷̷̴̶̴̵̷̷̴̴̵̷̶̵̶̴̷̶̵̴̵̶̷̷̸̴̷̵̵̸̴̸̸̷̸̸̶̸̸̴̷̨̧̧̧̡̢̧̛͓͕̞͓̖͓͍̖̹̯͖̗̙̟̞͓̻̦̳̫̦͕̣̮̬̘͚̩̰͙̼̰͚̰͓̥̞̬͈̰͚̘͎͔̖̦͔͉͖̬̰͇̠̺͚̦̣̲̘̘̺̹͉͖̥̯͎̙̜̟̙͖͓̝͕̭͚̊̽̅̾͗́̈́̅̍́̀̑̐̀̈̓̃̋̈́͊̄̓̾͆͐̈́̔̽̅̈́̄̃́̾͑̈́̔̿̇̔͌̾͌̋͆̊̄̃̈́͛̊̾̉̄̍̔̀͗̈̇͂͋͆̊́̀̋̿͂̌̒͐͊͊͛̑̾̉́͌̎͐́̓́̂̎̕̕͘̕͜͜͜͝͝͝͝ͅͅj̵̷̸̷̴̵̷̶̸̸̸̸̵̸̵̵̶̴̴̶̸̸̷̶̴̵̴̷̶̵̶̴̶̶̷̸̵̸̵̵̵̧̧̧̧̛̛̛̻̭̜͓̠̥̱̠̰̞͇̖̰̙̻͓̗̰̪͍̰͕̭̺͎͍͕̜̹̟̤̰̮̺͍̥̩͆̐̈̀̈́͊̓͊̽̾͋̑̎̃̉̉͗̀̐̐͌͋̎̊̋̌̌͆̈̑͂̿͂́̑̐̚͝͝͝ͅͅ

When she awoke, she remembered not even her own name, but the bottle resided in her paws. Oh yeah... didn't she want to free this little guy?


You gain:

• Firefly's Favor- A firefly in a bottle. Might come in handy if you let him go at just the right time.
  

You lose:

• Your Memories- All you remember are glowing eyes, more than you could ever count and... teeth? (Return in 3 OOC weeks, if you wish.)
  
  

A gasp left the girls mouth in a swirl of a million eyes and teeth. So many teeth… She felt light headed and fell to the ground, clenching her eyes shut but still unable to shake the image from her brain. There was nothing before, and nothing after. Not even a name to introduce herself by. Her tongue felt heavy, she wasn’t even sure she could form words if she wanted to… whatever words were.

The dark wolf gave herself a shake and looked down to see a small jar with a firefly trapped inside grasped between her paws. Now why on earth would she have that? Taking a moment to consider, the terrifying gnashing white mouths with too many eyes continued to swirl in her mind as she knocked off the lid and let the little bug go, still seeing teeth with each blink of her eyes.

"speech".

I could use some friends for a change

Firefly's Favor

Voices Echo

The firefly almost flies free, but then settles back into the bottom of the jar. A familiar voice echoes, "There's a time and place for everything but not now! This firefly in particular is lucky- perhaps save it for a moment when you feel your your luck has run out. Have you ever had a moment you felt like you wanted a re-do? Perhaps try it then.."

You gain:

• Nothing- It's really nothing!
  

You lose:

• Nothing- It's really nothing!