Luna's Waxing

[RekKa]

You lay on the grass, and soon fall into deep slumber.


Your dreams are vivid tonight. You stand alone in the middle of an intersection of two roads. They all look the same--dark, intimidating--and you can't see where they each seem to head. The moon shines bright in the sky, but casts no light on the roads.

There is a sound, a longing howl, coming from down one of the roads... but you can't tell which.

[Jack Logan]

How odd, Jack thinks. He'll change into Lupus and howl back "Hello?" and try to figure out where any response comes from.

[RekKa]

The same howl is eminating from all four directions. You'd swear it sounds like yours.

[Jack Logan]

Hmmm. Jack will toss one of his coins in the air. Whichever path it lands on or closest too, he'll head in that direction.

[RekKa]

It lands in a random direction, in your case the one to your right.

As you head down this path, the howling stops, the light from the moon grows dim, and the path becomes thick, choking mud beneath your feet.

[Jack Logan]

Ooh. Okay, he'll try to head back to the crossroads and try a different path, until he finds one where the light stays the same and he can still hear the howling.

[RekKa]

Probably a good idea. The next path is brilliant white, but covered in sticky webs. The air is still and perfectly silent.

[Jack Logan]

Hmmm. Still not quite right - looks and smells too much like Weaver. What's the next path like?

[RekKa]

The next path is vibrantly colored, but there are sharp brambles all over the road. You hear a sharp "yip!!" behind you, though.

[Jack Logan]

Hmm, Wyld? I'll turn around quickly to see what yipped at me.

[RekKa]

The yip seems to have come from the last path. As you go down that path, the moon is bright, and the air is clear and beautiful. But suddently, the path disappears beneath your feet and you begin falling rapidly, and yip by reflex.

[Jack Logan]

Whoa! I'll twist and turn as I fall, try to look and see if there's anything to grab and if I see anything to land on.

[RekKa]

It's pitch black, and it's as if the ground receeds beneath you. Eventually, you feel more as though you are floating than falling. It's still dark, but you hear a pulse emanating from all around you.

[Jack Logan]

I'm still in Lupus, right? I'll try to use my other senses besides sight, and just go with what I sense. I'll try to listen not only to what's around me, but to myself as well.

[RekKa]

Yes, you're in lupus, unless you'd like to change. It smells earthy, like wet dirt... mixed with something else. Not quite blood, but close enough.

Your heart seems to beat in time with the pulse, and breathe in time with the rush of whatever air is in this place.