2021 VOK/HW Event-- Night Adventures

[Firedancer77]

Username: Firedancer77
Pride/group link: Isle of Roses
First Cycle: Mind

[StormSerpent]

Username: Stormserpent
Pride/group link: ever
First Cycle: mind 318/300

[minifun990]

Username: minifun990
Pride/group link: Mystic Isles
First Cycle: Heart
Before you, mist forms a silhouette at eye level. Eerily similar to your own appearance. As you watch, the mist separates and reforms into three sections. A skull, a set of four paws prints, and a heart.

The darkness urges you to choose. Which one for you? Heart, Body, Mind? Why is one calling to you more than the others

Merridan had needed a moment alone. A moment to think and plan and relax and embrace the darkness of the night. With how different everything else was in this world Merridan was glad that at least night was something that kept the same in each land.

Well except for this place. Whatever it was it was calm and welcoming, even with its darkness and lack of defining features. One moment it reminded her of the sea, the next sky. It should've been slightly frightening yet it wasn't.

Instead, as she watched a shadow wisp of herself fade into three Merridan wondered if it might finally be a place where she could just be her.

She almost reached for the mind out of habit. Everytine she had been told to use her head. To think things through.

She was smart, not emotional like a heart. At least she was only emotional in ways that others didn't like, snark and cynicism and rebellion.

And the body? Well that was what had gotten her into this mess of a prophercy in the first place. Merridan would never choose it if she had the choice.

But then Merridan hesitated. It was logical for her to become the Hero they wanted. It would be smart for her to fall in line. To shoulder the burden.

And yet that wasn't what she desired. She hadn't figured out what she wanted. What she loved and liked and wanted for her future. But maybe it was time she did get a chance to not follow logic and rules.

Maybe it was time for the chaos, independence and rebellion that only her heart could lead her to.

(338/300)

[Raptocidic]

Username: Raptocidic
Pride/group link: Arch Empire
First Cycle: Mind (344/300 words)

The fog was growing in his mind, covering all previous thoughts. The chatter of everyday thoughts were suffocated beneath the thick cloud. Wondering through it, Angus found himself stumbling towards a clearing. The floor was hard and rocky. It wasn't painful but merely uncomfortable. His paws shifted on the ground as he squinted at the sight ahead of him. It was blurry at first; the darkness taunting him as it shifted into a form he could decipher. Before him appeared a lions skull, lions paw prints, and a heart. Somehow the heart managed to resemble both a real heart and a simply symbol at the same time. Taken aback by this, Angus blinked repeatedly. The heart seemed to beat rapidly before it started to fade, melting into an unknown misty form, before disappearing completely. Angus shifted his focus to the paw prints. They seemed to be walking away from him as he watched in the darkness. He made no move to chase them; instead watching contently as he allowed them to walk into the nothingness.

Although he didn't realise it, Angus had chosen the skull. The allure of the skull pulled him in as he stared into the deep, dark sockets. He saw something in them, something that drew him in and convinced him to stay. He found himself in a slightly unsettling fascination with misty skull, one that wondered what the world meant, and if his mind was up to the tasks the universe presented to him. His body was stronger than it looked. His heart too, was in the right place. His mind however... His mind was scattered, frantic bursts of thought constantly grew in his mind like weeds, and no matter how much he tried to trim them back his worried would never leave. This skull was simple. Bare. No seeds could sprout upon it, no worries could be planted. It was plain and strangely calming.

He didn't know why exactly, but there was something comforting in the emptiness of the skull, as though it represented the bare-bones truth of himself.

[Runnersback]

Username:Runnersback
Pride/group link: Realms of L’Oasis Lo
First Cycle:❤️[300/300]
Percy stared back at himself made out of the mist and tilted his head before flexing his claws cautiously. What if it was deadly? But as he watched the mist had separated into three factions: one heart, one skull of mind, and four paws of the body. Perseus’ eyes searched the mist for what seemed to be an eternity before his soul started moving his paws towards the mist like an invisible string. He stood under the pulsating heart, his own vessel thudding beneath his pelt matching the synchronized rhythm. Perseus watched the mist float down and poof apart when it touched his fire by his heart.

His eyes started to water, as tears began to stream down his face in the polar night air of what he assumed to be his dreams. It wasn’t his dreams it was his reality and he was alone… Percy blinked away the tears quietly a few times before the mist heart reappeared before him softly booping him on the nose. This was right… This was how he was supposed to be. A sensitive, selfless, loyal, slightly goofy, good natured protector. Perseus watched the heart morph into a thousand little hearts before morphing into butterflies.

He chuckled at the show it was giving him to comfort his lonely heart. At least Perseus knew he had something to define him not just the title of hero and future champion. But he did wish that he knew more about himself, about his family… What if he had tons of brothers and sisters and he never knew? Or an amazing father and mother that loved him dearly but had to abandon him in the city. Perseus heart slightly wilted at the scenarios but he was like a drum… his heart was never going to stop beating. Ever…

[ToxicShadow]

Username: ToxicShadow
Pride/group link: Oddities of the Celestial Heavens
First Cycle: Heart

Surrounded with darkness, Ghost would not have been able to see her own paw in front of her even if her coat had been a brighter or lighter shade of color, but with it being just as dark, she melted into the darkness entirely. The darkness did not bother her at all, but she was beginning to wonder what sort of nonsense was happening now. It seemed like she was pulled into all sorts of nonsense lately, so she could not say that she was surprised to find herself somewhere just as new and unfamiliar as everywhere else she had been, but she wasn't sure how well she could keep up with everything so different going on.

She was even more puzzled as a seemingly glowing mist appeared before her, dark in color as it formed a shape much like her own, but seeming to mirror her strange, shining eyes. After a long moment of silent staring, she watched the mists shape transform in front of her, forming into a skull, a set of footprints, and a heart, becoming even more confused. Bones, footprints, and an organ? Ghost looked upon these things more literally than others may have at first glance.

However, it seemed that the darkness around her was urging her forward, hugging around her even more than before, to choose one of these things. Only a smirk appeared on the outside, but she was laughing on the inside. Mind? She didn't even have her mind now. Who knew if or when she would regain that? All she had was her heart and her body. And she couldn't really say that her heart was in this, either. Her body was going through the motions necessary.

Looking between the heart and the paw prints, though, Ghost reached out for the heart, deciding that it would be better if her heart could be in this, since her mind was not. Her body did not need to be alone.

[327]

[Meekins12345]

Username: Meekins12345
Pride/group link: In the signature - The Pride of Wikimak
First Cycle:

"Huh? What... Where am I?" Bezalel could hear his voice, but he couldn't see two inches in front of him due to the mist and darkness. The atmosphere was cold, borderline freezing, and he couldn't help but let out a soft breath, mildly surprised to see it become a mist that was sucked into the rest of the mist like a little tornado. Huh... A frown pulled at his maw before he watched the mist move. It was slow at first, but then it began to swirl like clouds, twisting and turning with almost an unnatural ease and grace, despite it's fluffy appearance.

The mist contorted all the more and soon Bezalel was staring upon a silhouette that looked... like him! His eyes widened at that and the fur on his back stood on end, he soon looking to the thing with uncertainty. But then... it collapsed, and the mass of mist slithered across the nearly non-existent floor, separating into three parts, and ultimately becoming some strange little things... One was a skull, another a set of paw prints, and the last thing was a heart.

Bezalel could only frown, soon taking a pawstep forward, brow furrowing as he did so. What strange little things... and yet he could hear a voice in the back of his mind as his gaze landed on each individual piece. 'mind, heart, body... what will you chose?'

He could only raise a brow, soon padding over toward the heart. Well, in his mind, the other two could not function properly without the heart. Mind and body would both perish without the heart's constant beat, and, in a more thoughtful sense, while the mind and body were both good, the heart is what often mattered.

"I chose the heart." He commented aloud, his voice carrying in an echo over the endless darkness around him. (309 wc)

[beebun]

Username: beebun
Pride/group link: Clan of Rushing Falls
First Cycle: (Mind, 390 words)

“Oh, a dream.” Aloisa thought aloud, her voice a hard, solid remark against the eerie setting. It had been so real at first, but the only conclusion she could make was that this was a dream. It had to be. The silhouette in front of her made what looked like a scowl. Apparently it thought that this wasn’t a dream, —did dream characters think?— but Aloisa disagreed. Besides, this wasn’t out of the normal for her, she had very strange and vivid dreams all the time.

Then the mist swirled to form symbols, and after some thinking, Aloisa recognized what they were. Mind, body, heart. The silhouette waved its paw, pointing to each before pointing back at Aloisa. “Wait, you want me to chose?” Aloisa sighed… they didn’t like choices. All their life, they had never been given much choice. It had always been train, rest, train. So, of course, when they were offered a choice, they were very indecisive about it. “You do know I’m not good at choices right?” The black, wispy cat in front of her stayed stoic and silent. “Fine.” Aloisa added with imprudence.

Aloisa sat there for a minute, before noticing that the skull seemed to pulse, as if it was calling her. It was very faint at first, but as Aloisa observed, the skull radiated an energy that drawer her to it. Seems her dream —if it really was a dream— was choosing for her.

But how did mind relate to her? Sure, Aloisa was smart, but mind..? She knew that her mentor in the sea would want her to chose heart (“Emotions guide us, Aloisa, learn to listen to them, otherwise they’ll hinder you with every step.”) and that others would expect her to choose body— they had to be strong to fight whatever was coming right? But yes, she would choose mind. To Aloisa, it was the most important part of her. She was smart and witty, and her mind enabled her to do things that other cats wouldn’t. Her mind made her stronger.

So yes, she would choose mind. Aloisa unsheathed her claws, slashing the skull and staring at the black, wisp-furred silhouette in front of her. “There! I choose. Is that what you wanted?” She retorted back at it, before swishing her tail around her and turning around to leave.

[Sunlitsecrets]

Username: Sunlitsecrets
Pride/group link: The Wanderlust
First Cycle:
This place was strange, different. Was she dreaming? Alessia couldn't understand what was going on, or how she got here, but there was no point in pondering the hows or whys - she was here, and here was where she would have to stay for the time. The mist, all around her, was cold, dark. There was the strange feeling of being watched. Was it a friendly someone watching, or a dangerous one? No matter. She didn't trust this place, and no measure of friendly feelings would change that.

Alessia drew her spear, held it in front of her protectively. "Who's there?" she called. "Why am I here?"

No answer was given by the mist, but as she watched, some of it began to swirl in front of her, like it was forming a shape - a shape of what? She squinted warily at it and watched as it became an echo of herself, made out of the mist, staring back at her. "Well you're obviously not me, even if you can imitate me well. I have no time for jests, so speak plainly."

There was no speaking done, but the mist dissolved from its impersonation and shifted into three symbols. Alessia stared at them - the skull, the paws, and the heart. An urging to choose made its way into her mind.

"What matters most to me? Is this some kind of test?" There was no response from the darkness, so after a moment of hesitant deliberation, she pointed her spear at the skull. "That one means mind, yes? Then that's the one I'd choose. Kindness, openness of the heart, can easily lead to betrayal, and the strongest warrior can do nothing if they have not the quick thinking to survive a battle. But knowledge, mental fortitude, can outsmart the other two and end up ahead, even in the most unsteady of situations. So there is your answer. Do with it as you will."

[TimelordSnowy]

Username: TimelordSnowy
Pride/group link: https://toyhou.se/~world/58005.the-spirit-listeners
First Cycle:Heart