I can't help myself, the moment that I let it go

As soon as she leaned in too close to the eruption, she caught some spray from the blast of geyser water like hydra’s venom. Nusura rocked back, a yowl of pain as a handful of droplets landed on her face, shoulders, and neck – burning into her black and white marbled fur with a whisper of intense heat. Swatting uselessly at the air, she could hear someone calling out but the blur of her surroundings made it impossible to locate anything that wasn’t the rocks blotting the light and the ground zero of the hot springs remains. Thrashing from the pain, the pantherine woman forgot her supplies and rushed head first into a rock, slapping into it like a trapped beast. Foolish, stupid girl. This is exactly what happens when one sticks their neck out.

-Nusura can't see well, got sprayed and is running into things, could use some help/ a guide-

Is when I find I'm in control

code by corvus

genya's back sizzles with the spray of hot water, heart pounding within her ribcage as she attempts to steer clear of the gushing springs. no matter which way she goes, she sees ruination erupting from underneath. the ground is scorched and reeked of something that's burning. her senses are disrupted once again by the smell of scentless water. cursing beneath her breadth, genya thrusts her body through a smaller gush of water. yet still it burns too much, but she moves despite the pain. she has walked too far into the hot springs. too far for danger to pass through her without consequences. but she isn't the only one who has succumbed to the wrath of the land. a woman, in danger of being tossed into the spray of burning water, is running without direction before her. @Nusura's body is drenched like hers, but genya does not falter as she pushes herself against her. not to get her out of the way, but to guide. come along now genya's velvety voice disrupts the chaos for a moment, as she attempts to guide the girl away. we must find somewhere to hide.

image by amphispiza, code by koi

He followed her, snout low to the earth as he traced the woman's steps. Her scent, a delectable mixture of mud and woman - palpable, taunting, even amidst the foreign wafting of chaos that emanated across the unfamiliar terrain. Strides, low and sweeping, traced her footsteps; daintier than his own. Though, soon her tracks are crossed by a multitude of others.

Seething, the albino males whiskers curl; lips pulling upwards to absorb the array of scents. Sulphur? Amidst the peculiar curl of strangers. As the terrain became barren and warm, he paused by a simmering mud-puddle; patting the odd-smelling liquid across his backside and legs, shielding his scent from the judgement of foreigners.

+5 Track someone through a neutral territory (Nusura)
+5 Practice covering your scent
+15 BWP Assassin

_{art by yumpy}

made with gunmetal bones and wolf's teeth
a warrior, a soldier

The destruction of this place both attracts and traps other lions. Kieran can hear their frightened voices, echoes through the mist and spurting geysers that are nearly drowned out by the sound of hissing, near-boiling water. The air around him begins to heat up, the spurting of water spraying far too close for his comfort. He suddenly curses himself for being so large, and for earning the permanent limp Gwyn had given him all those years ago. Ducking between the near-hidden pools of water, Kieran attempted to navigate his way uphill, where the pools ended and safety could be reached.

Until he saw her.

@Genya.

Through the haze of steam he could see her usher along @Nusura, who seemed dazed and disoriented. Perhaps it is the heat of this place that stokes the flames, or the anger and fear of nearly losing his daughters to his absence, that suddenly drives him to charge forward. He attempts to take advantage of the chaos, moving with the sounds of the raging waters and utilizing the cover of the steam to approach them. By the time his maroon silhouette appeared through the fog, he hoped to be nearly arms length away.

And if he were, he would move close enough to Genya and Nusura that he was almost chest-to-chest, his icy gaze baring down onto her own. “Genya,” he bellowed, low and angry. He had never forgotten the way she had abandoned them when they needed her loyalty most.

Another step forward. All around them, the springs caterwauled.

the old gods are dead Some of them scatter, lost into the steam and smoke rising from the ground. Others are caught in it - one woman seems disoriented, and Falki leaves the safety of the ledge without thought, jumping down into the chaos below. He reaches @Nusura seconds after another lioness and a dark red lion, bellowing a name he can only assume is one of the two women. The Sigrun slips instinctively into guardian mode, seeking to bodily press between @Genya and the lioness she helps and @Kieran. "This isn’t the place." He snaps, his tone indicating the idiocy of the other man’s actions if not his words. "Help us get her to safety or get the fuck out of the way." +1 - Make a BWP-related post +2 - Study one of the natural phenomena occurring +2 - Analyze the changes being made to the land +2 - Save someone from danger +5 Save someone from danger +5 - BWP-related exp +20 Save another character’s life

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Over here! She heard from someone at the distance, whole she did her best to dodge the hot water spills, a burn from such thing would hurt and a lot she could only guess. She rushed toward whoever had called, finding a man of brownish coat, along more lions who she wouldnt know beside Linnea. Her heart was racing as ears pulled while she did her best to stick with her man. "What do we do?" She asked @Fálki , voice filled with fear. Eyes of pink filled with deep fear. Being this close to an stranger could be dangerous, but she was more afraid of the boiling water than that right now.

Please Vellen...protect us and get us to safety... She said on the low.

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I can't help myself, the moment that I let it go

At first, the touch from another makes Nusura jump, but the woman’s voice is enough to earn a fleeting calm. So pitiful, so pathetic is she at the moment that she merely nods and goes along like a teary-eyed child. Then she comes back to herself, and her head turns over her shoulder, "My things, I have to get my things!" But before she can double back in the blurry landscape, a voice erupts inches too close, the sudden proximity such that the autumnal swirl of colors in the man’s skin is clear enough that Nusura can see each detail. Her fur, wet and wild, bristles along the willow stretch of her spine. Ears flatten, head low, her cheeks curl in a hushed snarl. A warning. Another presence, this one pale, sweeps in with a voice of resistance. Things were running so wildly out of control that Nusura could almost near the crackling of chaos like the hot springs exploding. She was entirely too reliable on the compassion of strangers in this moment, it made her feel disjointed from the world. For now, she stands still, legs squared, caught between @Genya and @Fálki while her mind races, thoughts like wild birds all eddying over @Kieran ’s head, because for a moment his hostile angles are all she can make out, while the geysers continue to spew.

Is when I find I'm in control

code by corvus

genya and @Nusura doesn't get far for someone to come from the bellows of smoke and hissing water, and stopping them in their path. for a moment, genya pauses in her step and assesses the anger of this mottled man, @Kieran, with a muted expression of irritation. her tail flicks sharply, claws itching to unseal themselves out of instinct, but the splash of scalding water wakes her from her fever. who are you to stop us she says, voice terrifyingly calm and cold. her flesh is damp and burning; she will not let anyone friend nor foe prevent her from escorting nusura and herself out of harm's way. the ground is becoming uneven, thrust aside from the force of the water. soon, genya may lose her footing and they would all be thrust into another danger. perhaps there is someone with a better intuition than the mottled man before them. for the stalwart shape of @fálki slips in between genya and kieran. she allows fálki to speak, but before she can tell him to help, nusura speaks up. her voice is frantic, as if what she is missing is something too precious to leave behind. if genya has lost her patience, she would have left nusura to her own. but she is not an entirely cold creature and she simply nudges nusura forward. your life is more important she tells her gently. we can recover what can be recovered once this is all over.

image by amphispiza, code by koi

He could hear the voice of another call out to them as he scrambled out of the way of steaming spurts, his eyes wide and wild as he tried to escape this treachery. His heart thumped wildly in his chest as he ran, glancing upward to see how the rocky terrain turned into a ledge of sorts where the pale lion was calling from. Surging past the stand-off, Calder threw himself toward the rocks.

"Come on!" He shouted to them, failing to recognize any of the other lions there. "There is a ledge on the outside; it's safer there," Calder panted, clinging to the wall of it and attempting to scramble his way up.

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+15 - bwp exp 2/3
+10 - Discuss the features of a territory with someone
+10 - Find a notable landmark in a territory

code by corvus, art by moogle

The dark child made her way higher, onto the crest of a cliff. There she looked down onto the springs and the squabbling group, keeping her body pressed low to the rock. A maroon male yelled out the name of another, but a second male moved in between them. She blinked and watched as the grey lioness seemed to simply brush the maroon one aside to instead tend to another lioness, who was panicking — understandably so, of course. The chaos had not yet passed, after all.

Her focus was drawn away by the shout of a palomino youth. He called for them to come along, but Léonie didn’t rush to join him. She didn’t know who he was, and she preferred to wait for the bickering to cease before she made any moves. Mostly, she wanted to know why the grey lioness was so disliked, and whether or not the maroon male would go after her then and there. He clearly wasn’t happy to see her, but how deep did his assumed hatred run … ?

Léonie is trying to hide!

	+15 BWP - Nature's Wrath (Assassin)
	+10 Successfully stay hidden for the duration of a thread
	+5 Gather information about a character

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