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dagnyW h o: Dagny, Riley
W h e n: ~ 8.3.2012
W h e r e: Dreamscape
W h a t: Dagny dreamwalks. Griffin finds out.
Nestled tightly in the cramped, rocky outcropping that she's sharing with Fast-Paws, Evac finds herself with little enough to listen for. True to the wolf's word, her pursuers - if ever there were any that were tenacious enough to follow after her in the first place - are nowhere to be seen, nor heard. It's only after a long while that boredom overcome her nerves, and her eyes start to drift closed - napping after that is surprisingly simple - she drops off into slumber, her breathing echoing through their makeshift hiding place and becoming slowly rhythmic. Her eyelids, however, begin to occasionally twitch.
As the Walker begins to drift into the deeper stages of sleep, images begin forming in her mind. At first, they seem completely natural, as far as dream images go. Though minute changes begin to take place, small at first, before flourishing into a vivid, ultra-realistic version of the Edgewood House's meadow. It's mid day, summer, with clouds overhead. The sound of wind slipping between the trees is clear and crisp. Within the dream, Evac will find herself in the center of the meadow, being roused with a cold, wet nose in her ear. "Wake up."
It's quite startlingly real. The ragabash jerks 'awake', her legs immediately twitching out to send her rapidly to her paws - her ears are flipped up, chest heaving as she turns her head with widened eyes. Almost immediately, though, the dark wolf relaxes, planting her tail right back down on the ground and letting her tongue desperately flick over her lips. Even in the dream, it seems, she's still rooted in lupus form. She looks hesitant, disoriented, and deeply confused. One ear slightly lops over, and she whines. A bad dream?
A ripple of air and light occurs a few feet away from the Walker. Stepping sideways into the clear space, the large brown-and-scarred form of the Get appears, lowering into a seated position, focusing entirely on the Walker. "It's all right. You're asleep, but I'm actually here. Remember when I told you I could dream walk? That's what's happening. You are asleep, and I am visiting you." A fair chunk of information, yes, and the Get quiets to allow it to sink into Evac's subconscious. A few birds chirp in the trees surrounding the meadow, flitting above the canopy. It would seem that the space beyond the meadow is not fully formed in the dream scape, as their flight is blurred.
Disappointment. At once, that hopeful look slips away from the ragabash's expression, replaced immediately with an immediately dejected, disappointed look. Bluffing in Lupus isn't especially easy, and bluffing in one's own dream is even moreso. So there it is, she looks well and hurt. Really messed up, she whines. I don't understand all of what's going on, but... I can't shift. I'm stuck like this. Her ears pin back. It's not especially difficult to pick out the uneasiness when she stands and begins to pace about in small circles, occasionally glancing back to look at the thick brown Galliard. Things are not good, she imparts.
The Get's ears slip forward and back, and forward again as she accepts the communications from the Walker. She does not respond immediately, instead letting the air hang for a moment before she exhales. Her breath shows as cold, blue light in the space and she stamps a paw into the grass. "You have been taken to Wolfhome. It is a place where we, shape changers, are locked into our wild form. Griffon brought you here as a test. Survive, find your way out, and you will be forgiven. To do these things, you must reach deep and -live- as the wolf, accept the wolf, be the wolf."
Off in the distance, a wolf's voice rises in an undulating cry. A howl that soars, falls, and is soon joined by other voices. Two. Three howls can be heard, blending together. There could be more, but it is impossible to tell.
For the first several seconds, the black wolf simply freezes, blinking. What does that even mean? Her tail flags briefly in irritation and displeasure, her teeth peeking out from a thinly snarling muzzle. I /am/ a wolf! There is nothing to accept! She swings her head immediately at the sound of cries in the distance, and turns her head to sulkily regard the Get, chuffing in a way that's clearly scolding. She clearly doesn't appreciate the presumed dramatic flair. Her hackles raise.
While the Walker does her unhappy thing, the Get remains mostly calm and still. When voices rise up in the distance, however, her ears pin forward, shoulders squaring. Evac will, undoubtedly, realize the Get's unease within a millisecond. "That's not my doing." A line of fur spikes along the Get's back and she rises from her seated position. "I don't know what to expect with this. I've never Walked in one of the Realms before. The spirits might know I'm here." She swings her head toward the Walker and pins her with a solid stare. "You may be a wolf right now, but that doesn't make you an -animal-. It's.. hard to explain."
The howling rises in volume, then goes silent, as the air reverberates with an ear piercing avian shriek.
Evac fixes Dagny with worried look when she starts to react the way she does, and she edges back half a step before realizing that the Adren's disquiet isn't focused on her. Not that they haven't had their fair share of squabbles, but it's been a long while since she's been anywhere near the receiving end of /that/ expression. Turning to face the direction that the howling came from, Riley gives a small little growl, I do not understand how I am supposed to be a wolf when I'm trapped in the middle of a city and --- The sudden shriek rends the air and the rest of the ragabash's sentence. Her tail flags, her legs stiffen, It is him. It is him. It is him. Her simplistic whine is nothing if not repetitive. She jerks her head about to Dagny, panic in her eyes. What am I supposed to do? What am I supposed to do?
A great deal of Dagny's back fur spikes out a that shriek, ears pinning back against her skull. There's an extreme look of 'what the fuck' registering on the Get's face. Evac's whining and plodding bring the Get around slightly. She moves beside the Walker and -bumps- her nose against the black wolf's neck. "Survive. Think like a wolf. Take territory, hunt prey, sleep in dens." The Galliard's expression turns from alarm to teeth-baring. Her tail juts out straight behind her and her eyes scan the sky above. "What's the matter, overgrown chicken? Not happy that someone found your hiding spot?"
Evac can't help but give a codependent little rub of her neck against Dagny's throat when she approaches - however, the galliard's words give her pause. You don't understand. No dens. No prey. No territory. I am in the middle of a city. I'm sleeping in a park. Everyone is trying to shoot me. I do not know where to start to do anything! She outright freezes as Dagny crows to the sky and rushes forward, bulling into the larger wolf, eyes wide as she barks, Do not! She immediately backs off several steps, tail slightly tucked between her legs, head slightly down, clearly apologetic. Do not. She repeats in a low whine.
Despite the rush of the Walker into her side, the Get doesn't really move all that much. A small sway, and then she looks to the frightened lupus again. "Then get out of the city. Find the way out. Smell trees, follow the scent. Choose a direction and follow it." Dag offers, ears turning. She glances skyward again and gives a low growl at the empty space. When nothing happens immediately, she turns back to the Walker and pins her stare on the other. "Show me where you are, what it looks like. Change this landscape."
Although it's every bit as much her dream as Dagny's, Evac seems to lack the mental finesse of the Galliard when it comes to taking control of it. The changes are abrupt and jagged, a cityscape jutting out from the fields around Edgewood house one building at a time. The buildings themselves are a messy blur, like a watercolor painting that's been rained on as the ragabash floods the area with half-remembered scenery, the dream populating with every architectural possibility one could image. From classic New York architecture to familiar tenement buildings, the entire area becomes a blurred hodgepodge of skyscrapers, condos, convenience stores, residential areas, factories - one can even vaguely make out the occasional region-specific landmark smudged in the distance. Sky Needle. Eiffel Tower. World Trade Center. Tokyo Tower. The area directly in front of them is a cramped urban park with far greater clarity, a filthy, reeking waterway running along the far edge. The lack of clarity is almost enough to induce a headache. Evac looks about, squinting unhappily, and looks Dagny's way again, tail still tucked. Shot once already. Everyone here is angry.
There's a series of ripples and rumbles in the landscape as, indeed, the Galliard suffers a sudden headache at the perceived chaos belching its way into the environment. In fact, she seems to stagger a bit before regaining her balance, eyes trying to create order in the space where there really is none. After a moment, the Get shakes her head roughly and sends the urban architecture out of sight. Everything goes dark for a moment, and then, like the sun rising slowly, the Edgewood meadow becomes the focus again. Crisp, clear, and, best of all, not half formed. Dag opens one eye, then the other, and turns to look at Evac. One ear quirks sideways while the other pins forward. "Do you want me to try and find you? In the waking world, I mean."
Yes, Riley nods her head in immediate assent. Her ears slip quietly back and she whines. There are no words associated with it, it's simply a sad, pitiful little thing. She leans her head back and takes a slow breath of the crisp Edgewood air and levels ger gaze back on the Get, absent of the fear and the uncertainty. If nothing else, her conviction is read quite clearly. No. Absolutely not, she chuffs. Stay away. She momentarily shuffles her paws and steps forward to nudge her shoulder against the Get, her eyes closing.
Well, that wasn't the answer she was expecting. The Get sits down abruptly and stares at the Walker as if she'd grown a second head. Ears swivel in all directions as Dag attempts to fathom the answer. "Why?" She asks eventually, perplexed.
Planting her tail to the ground again, Evac draws back away from the momentary physical contact to peer back at Dagny. Two. Their blood is on my paws. Not three, not four, never. Her hackles slightly raise even as her nose starts to angle toward the ground again, Not again, and not you. Her eyes lift, and harden. Especially not you. One can only imagine that this speech would make a little bit more sense if it weren't coming in through the filter of wolf speech, but beggars can't be choosers. My sin. My punishment. I can escape. I can.
There's a strong sense of 'wat' from the Get as she stares at Evac while she expresses her response. One ear twists outward, displaying her confusion. The last bit seems to be the most clear, and the Get -snorts- at it, but doesn't argue. "You had better. I have faith in you. You can escape this. You have the tools, the smarts. You can. You must." After a moment, the Get simply sighs, blue breath becoming a mist on the air. "I will be checking up on you. I will tell Ishmael that you are all right."
There is no warning, no scream, as a griffin descends from the sky. Wings folded and front claws outstretched. The spirit crashes in to the Get of Fenris without mercy, sharp talons puncturing her flesh, while the spirits weight crushes the air from her lungs.
Evac freezes in abject horror as the Griffin descends, sinking his talons horrifyingly deep into the Get. She should attack. She should lunge. All of these things she knows instinctively, but she's trapped staring wide-eyed for a moment as blood spills onto the Edgewood meadow. She gives a keening yelp and... startles, cracking her head roughly on the ceiling of the rocky outcropping, her eyes wincing immediately. She gives several shaking, shuddery gasps, and glances over to see Fast-Paws regarding her as though she's grown a second head. She swallows, peering out into the darkness around them, and whines, A Bad Dream.
W h e n: ~ 8.3.2012
W h e r e: Dreamscape
W h a t: Dagny dreamwalks. Griffin finds out.
Nestled tightly in the cramped, rocky outcropping that she's sharing with Fast-Paws, Evac finds herself with little enough to listen for. True to the wolf's word, her pursuers - if ever there were any that were tenacious enough to follow after her in the first place - are nowhere to be seen, nor heard. It's only after a long while that boredom overcome her nerves, and her eyes start to drift closed - napping after that is surprisingly simple - she drops off into slumber, her breathing echoing through their makeshift hiding place and becoming slowly rhythmic. Her eyelids, however, begin to occasionally twitch.
As the Walker begins to drift into the deeper stages of sleep, images begin forming in her mind. At first, they seem completely natural, as far as dream images go. Though minute changes begin to take place, small at first, before flourishing into a vivid, ultra-realistic version of the Edgewood House's meadow. It's mid day, summer, with clouds overhead. The sound of wind slipping between the trees is clear and crisp. Within the dream, Evac will find herself in the center of the meadow, being roused with a cold, wet nose in her ear. "Wake up."
It's quite startlingly real. The ragabash jerks 'awake', her legs immediately twitching out to send her rapidly to her paws - her ears are flipped up, chest heaving as she turns her head with widened eyes. Almost immediately, though, the dark wolf relaxes, planting her tail right back down on the ground and letting her tongue desperately flick over her lips. Even in the dream, it seems, she's still rooted in lupus form. She looks hesitant, disoriented, and deeply confused. One ear slightly lops over, and she whines. A bad dream?
A ripple of air and light occurs a few feet away from the Walker. Stepping sideways into the clear space, the large brown-and-scarred form of the Get appears, lowering into a seated position, focusing entirely on the Walker. "It's all right. You're asleep, but I'm actually here. Remember when I told you I could dream walk? That's what's happening. You are asleep, and I am visiting you." A fair chunk of information, yes, and the Get quiets to allow it to sink into Evac's subconscious. A few birds chirp in the trees surrounding the meadow, flitting above the canopy. It would seem that the space beyond the meadow is not fully formed in the dream scape, as their flight is blurred.
Disappointment. At once, that hopeful look slips away from the ragabash's expression, replaced immediately with an immediately dejected, disappointed look. Bluffing in Lupus isn't especially easy, and bluffing in one's own dream is even moreso. So there it is, she looks well and hurt. Really messed up, she whines. I don't understand all of what's going on, but... I can't shift. I'm stuck like this. Her ears pin back. It's not especially difficult to pick out the uneasiness when she stands and begins to pace about in small circles, occasionally glancing back to look at the thick brown Galliard. Things are not good, she imparts.
The Get's ears slip forward and back, and forward again as she accepts the communications from the Walker. She does not respond immediately, instead letting the air hang for a moment before she exhales. Her breath shows as cold, blue light in the space and she stamps a paw into the grass. "You have been taken to Wolfhome. It is a place where we, shape changers, are locked into our wild form. Griffon brought you here as a test. Survive, find your way out, and you will be forgiven. To do these things, you must reach deep and -live- as the wolf, accept the wolf, be the wolf."
Off in the distance, a wolf's voice rises in an undulating cry. A howl that soars, falls, and is soon joined by other voices. Two. Three howls can be heard, blending together. There could be more, but it is impossible to tell.
For the first several seconds, the black wolf simply freezes, blinking. What does that even mean? Her tail flags briefly in irritation and displeasure, her teeth peeking out from a thinly snarling muzzle. I /am/ a wolf! There is nothing to accept! She swings her head immediately at the sound of cries in the distance, and turns her head to sulkily regard the Get, chuffing in a way that's clearly scolding. She clearly doesn't appreciate the presumed dramatic flair. Her hackles raise.
While the Walker does her unhappy thing, the Get remains mostly calm and still. When voices rise up in the distance, however, her ears pin forward, shoulders squaring. Evac will, undoubtedly, realize the Get's unease within a millisecond. "That's not my doing." A line of fur spikes along the Get's back and she rises from her seated position. "I don't know what to expect with this. I've never Walked in one of the Realms before. The spirits might know I'm here." She swings her head toward the Walker and pins her with a solid stare. "You may be a wolf right now, but that doesn't make you an -animal-. It's.. hard to explain."
The howling rises in volume, then goes silent, as the air reverberates with an ear piercing avian shriek.
Evac fixes Dagny with worried look when she starts to react the way she does, and she edges back half a step before realizing that the Adren's disquiet isn't focused on her. Not that they haven't had their fair share of squabbles, but it's been a long while since she's been anywhere near the receiving end of /that/ expression. Turning to face the direction that the howling came from, Riley gives a small little growl, I do not understand how I am supposed to be a wolf when I'm trapped in the middle of a city and --- The sudden shriek rends the air and the rest of the ragabash's sentence. Her tail flags, her legs stiffen, It is him. It is him. It is him. Her simplistic whine is nothing if not repetitive. She jerks her head about to Dagny, panic in her eyes. What am I supposed to do? What am I supposed to do?
A great deal of Dagny's back fur spikes out a that shriek, ears pinning back against her skull. There's an extreme look of 'what the fuck' registering on the Get's face. Evac's whining and plodding bring the Get around slightly. She moves beside the Walker and -bumps- her nose against the black wolf's neck. "Survive. Think like a wolf. Take territory, hunt prey, sleep in dens." The Galliard's expression turns from alarm to teeth-baring. Her tail juts out straight behind her and her eyes scan the sky above. "What's the matter, overgrown chicken? Not happy that someone found your hiding spot?"
Evac can't help but give a codependent little rub of her neck against Dagny's throat when she approaches - however, the galliard's words give her pause. You don't understand. No dens. No prey. No territory. I am in the middle of a city. I'm sleeping in a park. Everyone is trying to shoot me. I do not know where to start to do anything! She outright freezes as Dagny crows to the sky and rushes forward, bulling into the larger wolf, eyes wide as she barks, Do not! She immediately backs off several steps, tail slightly tucked between her legs, head slightly down, clearly apologetic. Do not. She repeats in a low whine.
Despite the rush of the Walker into her side, the Get doesn't really move all that much. A small sway, and then she looks to the frightened lupus again. "Then get out of the city. Find the way out. Smell trees, follow the scent. Choose a direction and follow it." Dag offers, ears turning. She glances skyward again and gives a low growl at the empty space. When nothing happens immediately, she turns back to the Walker and pins her stare on the other. "Show me where you are, what it looks like. Change this landscape."
Although it's every bit as much her dream as Dagny's, Evac seems to lack the mental finesse of the Galliard when it comes to taking control of it. The changes are abrupt and jagged, a cityscape jutting out from the fields around Edgewood house one building at a time. The buildings themselves are a messy blur, like a watercolor painting that's been rained on as the ragabash floods the area with half-remembered scenery, the dream populating with every architectural possibility one could image. From classic New York architecture to familiar tenement buildings, the entire area becomes a blurred hodgepodge of skyscrapers, condos, convenience stores, residential areas, factories - one can even vaguely make out the occasional region-specific landmark smudged in the distance. Sky Needle. Eiffel Tower. World Trade Center. Tokyo Tower. The area directly in front of them is a cramped urban park with far greater clarity, a filthy, reeking waterway running along the far edge. The lack of clarity is almost enough to induce a headache. Evac looks about, squinting unhappily, and looks Dagny's way again, tail still tucked. Shot once already. Everyone here is angry.
There's a series of ripples and rumbles in the landscape as, indeed, the Galliard suffers a sudden headache at the perceived chaos belching its way into the environment. In fact, she seems to stagger a bit before regaining her balance, eyes trying to create order in the space where there really is none. After a moment, the Get shakes her head roughly and sends the urban architecture out of sight. Everything goes dark for a moment, and then, like the sun rising slowly, the Edgewood meadow becomes the focus again. Crisp, clear, and, best of all, not half formed. Dag opens one eye, then the other, and turns to look at Evac. One ear quirks sideways while the other pins forward. "Do you want me to try and find you? In the waking world, I mean."
Yes, Riley nods her head in immediate assent. Her ears slip quietly back and she whines. There are no words associated with it, it's simply a sad, pitiful little thing. She leans her head back and takes a slow breath of the crisp Edgewood air and levels ger gaze back on the Get, absent of the fear and the uncertainty. If nothing else, her conviction is read quite clearly. No. Absolutely not, she chuffs. Stay away. She momentarily shuffles her paws and steps forward to nudge her shoulder against the Get, her eyes closing.
Well, that wasn't the answer she was expecting. The Get sits down abruptly and stares at the Walker as if she'd grown a second head. Ears swivel in all directions as Dag attempts to fathom the answer. "Why?" She asks eventually, perplexed.
Planting her tail to the ground again, Evac draws back away from the momentary physical contact to peer back at Dagny. Two. Their blood is on my paws. Not three, not four, never. Her hackles slightly raise even as her nose starts to angle toward the ground again, Not again, and not you. Her eyes lift, and harden. Especially not you. One can only imagine that this speech would make a little bit more sense if it weren't coming in through the filter of wolf speech, but beggars can't be choosers. My sin. My punishment. I can escape. I can.
There's a strong sense of 'wat' from the Get as she stares at Evac while she expresses her response. One ear twists outward, displaying her confusion. The last bit seems to be the most clear, and the Get -snorts- at it, but doesn't argue. "You had better. I have faith in you. You can escape this. You have the tools, the smarts. You can. You must." After a moment, the Get simply sighs, blue breath becoming a mist on the air. "I will be checking up on you. I will tell Ishmael that you are all right."
There is no warning, no scream, as a griffin descends from the sky. Wings folded and front claws outstretched. The spirit crashes in to the Get of Fenris without mercy, sharp talons puncturing her flesh, while the spirits weight crushes the air from her lungs.
Evac freezes in abject horror as the Griffin descends, sinking his talons horrifyingly deep into the Get. She should attack. She should lunge. All of these things she knows instinctively, but she's trapped staring wide-eyed for a moment as blood spills onto the Edgewood meadow. She gives a keening yelp and... startles, cracking her head roughly on the ceiling of the rocky outcropping, her eyes wincing immediately. She gives several shaking, shuddery gasps, and glances over to see Fast-Paws regarding her as though she's grown a second head. She swallows, peering out into the darkness around them, and whines, A Bad Dream.
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