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Blaiddyd awoke to a headache - white pain somewhere behind his eyes. As he drifted closer to being truly awake, it became more insistent, growing from a soft thumping in the background to a loud thrumming, like some wardrum pounding right between his ears. His eyes opened slowly, letting in the cruel white light of the sun. From beneath the pain of the headache, he was sluggishly becoming aware of other pains; how his legs ached and throat felt sore, how his eyes flinched from the light. But, perhaps even more so, he became aware of the sound of birds. Deep, throaty “caww” and the flapping of countless wings. They sounded more like a whirling wind than birds. Crows, he thought. No, ravens. Massive ravens. “You’re awake”, said a familiar voice nearby: “For real, this time. I hope. Last time, you fell right back asleep.” Blaiddyd groaned. “Rohan”, he said, voice hoarse and softer than he expected. Blaiddyd had tried to summon annoyance, or indifference, but had winded up with a sad

It takes longer than any of them are happy with, but they make their way through the ice. Through the branches as well. Ozymandias leads the way, ears flicking back as he listens for where Sadie and Vincent are. He's less concerned about the Winter Doe - she has a personal stake in the matter, so Ozymandias is sure that she'll follow regardless. And if she doesn't, well that will be on her own rack. Coming through the branches is a sight that would be breathtaking, Ozymandias is sure, if he were willing to be distracted from his goal here. They're underneath Yggdrasil now. The legendary tree is utterly massive, and light filters down through pale blue leaves to dapple the ground below. There's a lot of ground to cover here in their search for the Stag of the West - which is most certainly going to complicate the matter. He could be anywhere here. He could be nowhere here. Sadie seems to be of the same mind, because once they're all past the branches and well within the realm

Timbervale was a far more serene and quiet place outside the autumn season. The apple trees were still showing a few last blooms, and the grasses had grown long in the absence of hungry grazers. A few humans lived here all-year round, but not enough of them to wear down the landscape the same way the autumn rush did. The absence of curious tourists left the lush apple orchards feeling a bit empty, a bit… Haunting, one could say. It was then no surprise that in the absence of tourists to gawk at, the locals had started inventing ghost stories, and had managed to spook themselves so thoroughly that they had begun to believe them. Or that was Gauti’s theory about it all, anyway. He had seen spirits and ghosts and even monsters in his life, but what the local Rukaan were whispering did not sound like a ghost. As far as he was concerned, this was a case of some terribly overactive imaginations, and not enough excitement in the village. Caomhán was less sure - there was no reason a ghost

Dianella felt ill. She couldn’t help flinching at the terrible sight of watching Starling tossed to the ground like a calf at the doing of his father, and the way Rachel seemed to suck in a sharp breath and stiffen like a board in some kind of attempt to avoid reacting was not lost on her either. The queen had quickly looked away, but Dianella couldn’t, forcing herself to witness all of it.  Perhaps it was the wrong move, but only one pleading, pained glance from the doe she had come to know as a mother had sent her on her way. Rachel could not follow her son, but his wife could.  So, leaving the calves safe with their grandmother, she swallowed hard, breaking into a trot to follow down the same path. Starling felt a mix of emotions as he stalked off, ears pinned against his skull, eyes glaring at any Rukaan that stood in his way, watching doe and stag alike scamper away. His pride of course was wounded.. though that was the least of his concerns. It's not like any of the other stags

“Where are we going, uncle?”  At first, Sparrow didn’t say anything, and Mockingbird huffed in quiet annoyance. What was it with adults and ignoring everything he said? He used a hoof to kick at stones as the young buck walked with his uncle across the winding dirt paths that led up to the largest center clearing of Gamlefyr, ears swiveling every so often at the sounds of the Rukaan and trolls alike that dwelled between the torches and large stone structures. Mockingbird enjoyed Gamlefyr and all the opportunities it had given him to explore the world beyond his mother or grandmother’s watching eyes, but that freedom was lost as soon as Sparrow had caught him sneaking away in the evening.  But instead of scolding him, the large white stag had invited him to join him in heading up to the nightly gathering that occurred at the tallest heights of the settlement - and Mockingbird wasn’t about to pass up the chance… Even if there was a sort of sparkle in his uncle’s eyes that made him

Out of all of the things Yigg expected this morning when she woke up... to be suddenly and aggressively cornered by the likes of Zavrakavo, demanding that she take one of the books that she's had for over a year to a very specific location and leave it there was certainly not one of them. She's recruited one of the others for this particular task - something about the urgency out of the strange rukaan has Yigg's fur all in a bunch herself and she decides rather swiftly that she doesn't want to go alone. That's only reinforced when she explains where she's going to Domino on the way, grateful for the way the wine colored rukaan is abreast with her and hasn't even asked any questions beyond - where are we going. The sheer fact that Domino's immediate response is a low curse and to speed up is... well, Yigg doesn't like that at all. As it turns out, the book probably shouldn't have been given to Yigg in the first place. It belonged to a dragon. Quite likely part of that dragon's

Name: Aoi The Cat Age: 18 Gender: Female Nationality: American Eye Color: Light Blue Characteristic Color: Light Blue Species: Anthropomorphic Cat Family: Jewel(sister) and Emerald II(sister) Story: She is an anthropomorphic Cat that wears light blue as her characteristic color,she is the middle sister of Jewel and Emerald II The Cat. Likes: her friends, her sisters, meeting new friends, making new friends, meeting new worlds, sing, peace, flowers, Slowpoke's cookies, love, little animals, beaches, comforting her friends when they are in a hard moment, hugs, consolations and others... Dislikes: her friends acting rashly, when hurts her friends's feelings, misunderstands between her friends and her sisters, manipulations, dishonesty, lies, cruelty, violence, physical violence, her friends being menaced, being alone, being menaced, being manipulated, being made an idiot, being hurt and others... Personality: kind , friendly, smiling, protective, brave, optimistic, positive, playful, funny, loyal, sociable, true, sneaky sometimes, provocative sometimes, strong, helpful, lovely, careful, honest, happy, loving and others... Appearence: She is an anthropomorphic Cat with gray fur having a bit dark gray traces in the body, white parts in the face and belly ,she has light blue eyes, a black nose,a long gray tail and her internal parts of her ears are blue. As clothing she wears a blue bow on the head, two big blue bracelets fastening her gloves, white gloves and blue high boots with dark blue soles.