Ever since that strange deer appeared before him, his skull had been hurting pretty bad. Little nubs sat on his forehead, reminding him of a young deer or cow. He couldn't see them or himself in a reflection though with all the ooze that dripped from his eyes though, so it did him little to speculate. All he knew was that his head hurt and he really wanted to rub them on something, as if maybe the abrasion would ease some of the discomfort similar to a teething pup. Unforunate for him, however, he was on a beach with little to rub his head on. Even with the ooze filling his ears he could hear the crashing of the waves to his left. The moist sand beneath his paws was another dead give away. However, with the voices he had swirling around in his mind as he near-blindly traversed a beach, he wasn't actually sure he was on a beach. For all he knew this was a dream and the weird nubs on his head were just another part of it.

"Speech."

Keetie had been spending the darkened season lounging in the hot springs, soaking up some warmth from the earth, since the sky decided to be lacking. She hadn’t seen Sitka in a few days, and missed her playmate and companion. Alas, she could only hope he hadn’t fallen victim to the strange illness creeping across the land.

Keetie had been keeping to herself, and was relatively healthy so far. It was hunger that drove her to other lands, and she was rather forlorn at leaving behind the warmth of the springs.

Her journey took her by the beach, and her eyes grazed across a handsome young man wandering aimlessly across the sand. She scrunched up her pretty nose in consideration. The last thing she wanted was to get infected. Ooze did not look good on her complexion.

She would have turned around and left if she hadn’t heard a soft growl in the undergrowth where beach met earth. A glance told her the owner was a mouth, with a mushroom for an eye and ooze from its lips. Dear god, that had to be contagious. She scampered down the beach with a shudder, through that brought her closer to the man. Perhaps he could take care of the mouth - he was already infect, right? “Are you lost?” she purred softly.

"Speech"

He walked aimlessly on the beach, so when a voice asked him if he was lost it couldn't have been more of an understatement. Blinded by the ooze that dripped from his lavender eyes, he otherwise would have turned to find the gaze of the woman who spoke to him, but he found it of little use. Though, it was probably a good thing. Had the ooze not been draining from his eyes, he would have asked if she rolled in it.

"What is this place?" He asked, still not convinced that this place wasn't just some living nightmare. No one else had any answers for him, all seemingly convinced that this was in fact not normal. Doom knew better though, or at least he thought he did. All of these things started happening suspiciously after he arrived, so it would be hard to convince the young man otherwise.

"Speech."

She wrinkled her nose up at him in confusion. No, she had a feeling he wouldn’t be helping her with the mouse. In fact, she wasn’t certain he could see at all. His eyes were dripping ooe like snapshot from a nightmare. She recoiled, not that he could see it. She shivered delicately, knowing she didn’t want to get too close. He looked like he was walking a living hell, poor thing. Perhaps it would be better if he was put out of his misery?

“You're on a beach, sweetheart.” She said, though she had a feeling his question was a little more all-encompassing than that. “Is there… is there somewhere I can help you get back to?” she didn’t want to get too close, but it didn’t feel right to just… leave him like that.

"Speech"

He supposed his question was too vague to illicit any kind of response but what was obvious. He knew he was on a beach thanks to what he felt and what he heard through his good ear, but what was this place as a whole? He'd never experienced anything like this before, but for all he knew it was just one, unending dream and all these wolves of strange colors and sizes, crystals and mushroom infections, and everything else would be nothing more than a nightmare. That would be ideal anyway, but unfortunately it was anything but the truth.

"Out of this place. Father than the beach; from where I came." He said finally, wishing he could figure out how to get out of Boreas. If he were lucky, maybe this woman would know how to get out.

"Speech."

“I don’t know where you came from” she said, knowing she was helpless to do anything for him. It was a wonder he could even hear her at all. Was that a mushroom she could see sticking out from one of his ears? He was a young wolf, and his coat had been pretty once. Sleek, with greys in artful streaks. She couldn’t even tell what his eye color was anymore.

Perhaps what he needed was a chance to forget, to let himself drift away, if just for a moment. ‘Are you hungry?” she asked after a moment, digging into a small satchel to grab out some mushrooms she had harvested some time ago. They had the potential to send him far away, at least for a time. It wasn’t exactly what he was asking for, but it was all she could give. She placed them on the ground before her, and took a few step backs. “Come, they are on the ground over here.” she directed him.

"Speech"

Doom

You begin to cough so hard you can't breathe. Your vision becomes fuzzy and you pass out.



You gain:

• Crystals (10x)- Used in Firefly's Shoppe, and perhaps elsewhere...
  

Lorikeet

Your mind is suddenly clouded with unshakable fear.



You gain:

• Crystals (3x)- Used in Firefly's Shoppe, and perhaps elsewhere...