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Her pace continues as the cold wraps around her, Amalia's body shifting to accommodate the change in clime. She slips from human skin to leopard, long claws and broad paws skating over the ice; memories of skating on the Oasis as a child fuel her forward, as well as a desperate, pounding need to move as far from the flashing danger of red as the Shield possibly can.
Eyes stare forward and he feels himself growing eager. The forest is beautiful, but what about the things around it? There’s a lot to think about and he tries to focus hard on what’s the right choice. Go and see what’s inside? Or see if more is around it?
After a second of thinking, Oliver finds himself choosing to go around rather than go in. While the forest is pretty, he still wants to see a waterfall! So maybe going around is the answer?
Oliver chooses to go around the forest!!
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now they're standing in the door singin' "that's my shit, that's my shit"
He thinks he’s going the right way, shifting toward the rocks and stumbling. A trip brings him down, but in this dreamscape he feels no pain on his knees, no skin torn and bleeding from all of his stumbling and trips. But he hasn’t fallen into the ravine, and that’s proof enough he’s doing alright. He pauses, though, spending some time to think of whether or not to continue straight or to go left again toward the warm winds still felt along his body. Milo blinks a few times, steadies his feet, and strays left into the warmth of the winds, hoping that it might swallow him up in its embrace.
Milo goes left into the winds!
that's what everybody wants an' some more singing "you may be the death of me"
Will it fill our hearts with thoughts of endless night time sky?
The trees thin, and Nate rushes on, faster and faster. With nothing in his way, nothing tearing at him, he's free to really sprint, ascension making up for the fact that he's never been a runner. The chill to the left doesn't tempt him, barely registers, except perhaps to spur him forward that much more, trying to outrun icy fingers.
The brightest colours fill my head A million dreams are keeping me awake
Salty ocean air fills their nostrils, further drawing them forwards. A pale expanse stretches out before them now, blinding in its open nothingness. It was difficult to orient oneself, to discern which direction they'd come from and which direction they should now go.
Amaris to a moment to gather herself, to touch on the bond with her dragon. Together, they did their best to discern which way was forward, which way the scent of the ocean was strongest - that was their compass. So onwards, as straight ahead as possible, they went.
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Amaris and Dramyrth continue on straight ahead.
A million dreams is all it's gonna take A million dreams for the world we're gonna make
The edge of the forest; he overlooked the world of white before him, breathing in the ocean scents with hope growing stronger with each passing moment. Wherever it was, the pearl felt close, and more than ever he wanted it.
So he leapt from his high vantage point, and shifted at the park of his jump, feathers taking over once more, wings scooping the salty air and pushing him forwards. Straight ahead has been reliable for him so far, so he kept going, searching with his keen senses for any hints that might lead him to the prize.
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Chuy leaps from the canopy and shifts to eagle, and flies straight ahead.
Considering how well everything had gone up to this point, Seren saw no reason to change anything about what she was doing. The sensation of flying was wonderful, like riding on her father's cloud, and when the scent of ocean returned, it seemed only to confirm to her that what she was doing was right. So she stayed with the wind, and gazed about to see if the scent of sea heralded some new change.
Seren stays with the wind and does not change course.
I've got to make room for this feeling
SEREN
✰ Starlight (Passive) | Starfilled night billow around her like a veil as she moves. It is more noticeable in daytime and when she make sudden movements.
Gods if you aren't close, but you've overshot things. To the right you can hear the enormous swell of the ocean as it writhes and dances within the fog. Turning right should bring you right to it. But do you?Finn, Saiden, Lena, Nate
Somewhere to your right the smell of brine paints green behind your eyes even as the world remains white and stark. Your path continues straight though. Do you continue, or move right toward the scent of the sea?Amun, Deimos, Amalia, Anden
The sea stretches out vast and impossible before you. With no end and no beginning, suddenly you are standing in the waves as they rage and broil around you. There is a pearl as you knew there would be, but it will not be picked up by your hands nor any other physical means. Only by cleverness. Milo
Carried by the winds, you fly through the mists...or at least you think you do. Without anything to mark your movements, it's impossible to tell. Until...the scent of the sea is once again all around you. Do you stay in the warm winds moving forward, or stray left/right? Melita and Seren
Somewhere to your left the smell of brine paints blue behind your eyes even as the world remains white and stark. Your path continues straight though. Do you continue, or move left toward the scent of the sea?Gideon and Amaris.
Gods if you aren't close, but you've overshot things. To the left you can hear the enormous swell of the ocean as it writhes and dances within the fog. Turning left should bring you right to it. But do you?Oliver
Around the forest you run. Though this seems to be the slower path, at least those nasty trees won't interfere with your progress. Still, you could stray right into the forest if you wish. Do you continue around the forest, or go right to bring yourself onto the forest-path ?For this thread, posts under the 100WC will be accepted (though you need to write more than just "so and so goes left"). Post your decision at the bottom of the thread).
Finn almost flinches when he smells the sea on the air, and for a moment he stops dead. He remembers back in the fog, back in the beginning of this, needing, craving some kind of... pearl. That’s it. It was a pearl. But Finn hates the sea. He hates it, and it terrifies him, and yet...
He needs to go.
Carefully, his feet direct him to the right and he moves, hesitantly but steadily, towards the scent of brine.
Oh, so close. She could feel it, behind her eyes, pressing over her skin, the smell of salt intermingling amidst the memories of other days and years and nights. Would it be like the Oasis, constantly in the background of her memories, where she’d splash and carry on, before worlds fell apart? Would it be like the ocean with its veneer and glass, where she could place her face against the surface, laugh at the colors? At the fish? The temptation, the enticement, tapped at her heels, made minstrel music and movements. She danced like a spirit, like a sprite, moving, moving, moving toward the sea.
A lift of her nose, and she could breathe in the intake of salt, of brine, of the sea, calling out over forests and branches, the brambles half-forgotten. Affixed and posed, the world brightened and beatific, her heart raced, pulsed, beat a frantic reverie, and she craved nothing more than the spirit of the ocean, than the multitudes of waves, rising and falling, ebbs and flow and currents containing everything she yearned for. So the little fox turned, turned, turned, moving right towards its sanction, compelled and beholden, leaving the forest behind.
Sniffing the air, Saiden stopped where he was standing. Although he glanced around, he couldn't see anything through the white all around him. Still, he turned towards where the scent was coming from. Turning off the path, he started heading towards the right.
now they're standing in the door singin' "that's my shit, that's my shit"
Is he flying? He’s going to assume yes. Milo moves through the fog with some deep rooted sense of purpose, shifting through it and feeling like he could be going both a million miles an hour and crawling at a snail's pace. But he continues on, the scent of the ocean overwhelming his senses, and when given what feels almost like a cross roads, Milo stays on the path ahead.
Milo stays heading forward with the warm winds!
that's what everybody wants an' some more singing "you may be the death of me"
10-11-2020, 07:16 PM (This post was last modified: 10-11-2020, 07:16 PM by Gideon.)
Gideon
Imposing penance one by one
You've got a virtue in a vice
The sound of the ocean caught Gideon's attention, but did not drive him away from his goal, his determination to follow a path he had begun with Godly blessings. This way was the path he had decided on, and he would continue until he reached the end.
