The huntress continues to tear away at the dense wall of snow and ice, her claws beginning to sting from the effort even as the cold numbed her toes. Dots of red spread across her pale paws, smearing crimson stains into the white carpet beneath her feet, but she didn’t stop. She shifted the angle of minutely every few moments as she worked, trying to ensure that her talons would come out of this situation even sharper than they did before, rather than worn down to nubs. What good would she be without her claws, after all? They were arguably the most valuable things she possessed.

Myra can only huff under her breath, listening to the exchange between @Gauthier and @Amaroq with a slight shake of her head. Seemed that some of them had managed to retain a sense of humor. Confined as she is with a bunch of strangers, rows of pointed icicles looming ominously above them, Myra can’t say she feels the same level of entertainment, sarcastic or not. But she won’t complain, not when the dark beast beside her is proving to be so effective in eroding the wall that held them prisoner.

Gauthier’s sheer size and strength allowed him to bully a way forward, and the huntress would hook her arms into the edge of the tunnel opening around him, pulling away hunks of crackling ice and cold shards of stone to make it wider. Connecting his path to her own excavated burrow. Her breath comes out in heavy puffs as she shoves her way forward, scooping away the sheets of snow that poured down in an attempt to fill in the new opening. Her golden shoulder shoved roughly against cold barriers of ice until they splintered and sheared away, making her hiss as tiny shards stuck themselves into her skin, where they would melt to dampen her fur.

‘Til finally, it all shatters. The sunlight is dazzling, glittering brilliantly enough off of the flying shards of ice and the endless field of snow beyond that she has to squint to take it all in. “Finally.” She heaves out with a sigh of relief, panting from exertions, her nostrils flaring wide to take in deep breaths of crisp, fresh air. To think, she’d briefly thought that she might not taste freedom again, that that frozen cavern might have served as her forgotten tomb.

She wastes little time in bounding out from the ragged opening, pausing only to shake frozen clumps from her pelt, not entirely convinced that their tunnel wouldn’t just collapse in on itself at any moment. “It’s been decided. I’ll take mud over snow any day.” She comments as she passes by Amaroq’s crimson form on sore, bloodied paws, already charting out a course for home without bothering to look back. Whether the scarlet man wanted to follow her back to the Mire or not was his business.

/exit Myra

+15 BWP-related exp
+5 Maintain your weapons (sharpen claws)
+5 Exercise to gain strength

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Apollinaire had seen his fair share of avalanches, and this one was nothing too extraordinary. Asteria was young, so perhaps that was why she thought it was odd. If only he knew how far the bad weather spread outside, he would probably be inclined to agree that the situation might get worse.

Gauthier dug beside him, directing the voice of whoever it was on the other side to try and aid them in finding a weak spot. Soon he began to hear the stranger on the outside dig as well. His toes began to freeze from the cold touch of the ice between them, but he pressed on.

Now what? The voice called, but Apollinaire remained silent. Myra was quick to answer, even before Gauthier. He was amused to find that the Wolfbron man labeled the stranger beyond the wall his brother. What a strange coincidence.

When Gauthier directed his sibling to the weak spot, Apollinaire joined to rip into the sheet of ice, his talons crushing snow, his teeth occasionally crunching at the ice. He felt the muscle beneath his flesh strain, his claws bloodying at the base of their sheaths.

Bit by bit, the ice wall crumbled under their assaults. The scarred dark comrade beside Apollinaire called out that there was an open path, and Apollinaire slipped out after his pride mate, a grin spreading his lips wide even as the light made his sanguine eyes squint. Amaroq's red shape is far more blinding - was that really Gauthier's sibling? Perhaps they were just close allies.

The french man lapped at his bloodied paws, before stretching and disappearing back home.

exit

Everyone began their work, focusing on where they thought the structures' to be the weakest. Even despite the danger surrounding them, there was little to no squabbles, which helped Genya maintain her own work. She had little use with her fangs, so she began to chip away at where the wall met ground. Suddenly, a call from the lion @Gauthier made her turn her attention to him. She had not anticipated seeing such a quick response to an exit made, but was inclined to investigate.

And indeed, the man did force an exit from the blockage, causing Genya to let out a soft sigh of relief. She too began forcing her paws to work, scooping away the excess snow and rocks that had clumped together. The work was quickly over when lions begin filtering out and, not long after, Genya too left.

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It was exhausting work, and she knew she would be sore tomorrow. Asteria moved closer to the hulking form of Gauthier, noting that he seemed to be making the most progress of the group. Her claws grew ever sharper on the solid ice, using her teeth to assist. Her paws were torn by the shards that broke free but she ignored the stinging pain, determined to contribute what she could to their freedom. Even as he lips grew bloodied, too, she kept at it, spurred on when a small hole opened in to the thick wall. A large chunk of frozen wall pulled away and she strained against it, before finally heaving it away. It skittered across the ground in a satisfying way, and she once more knew that this was turning in to quite the exercise. Until, finally, fresh air poured through and the hole widened enough to allow them passage. A quick glance to those around her before she, too, fled from the hell hole that had nearly taken their lives. -exit- +15 BWP-related exp +5 Maintain your weapons (sharpen claws) +5 Exercise to gain strength a hurricane does not run from the rain

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THEY MADE YOU INTO A WEAPON
AND TOLD YOU TO FIND PEACE

After all their combined efforts, the wall had suffered a hole, and one by one the trapped lions poured along outside, to meet the brisk heat of sunlight. @Gauthier's brotherly shove is met with a feral grin, and Amaroq's eyes would run curiously over @Myra's golden form. More lions shuffled outside to make their exit, and it almost bewildered Amaroq to see how many had been trapped within. Without another word, the soldier turns to leave, his lean frame rippling their crimson red along the pale snow. He would return to his exploration of the tundra, eager to make another discovery.

Exit Amaroq

the promises we made were not enough

Barbarian exp
+15 BWP event
+5 Exercise to gain strength (excluding spars)

Ignored a huff of annoyance left her nostrils. But well it didnt matter, she just helped for her own benefit. Them all could die ad she wouldnt care.

She did her best to force her way into the rocks, helping them with opening a big enough opening for them to be able to escape the caverns. Calm yet focused mind, she was into it without letting others drive her away from the actions.

"Clima de mierda." She grunted.

Luckily the joined efforts they were able to bring it down. And as soon as she could leave she did. Saying nothing.

exit

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Finally did they break free of that prison. It took the efforts of each lion, but as the walls of ice began to shatter under the weight of their efforts, Farrow felt himself infinitely relieved. The time here had drawled on, and he had grown weary and tired of his efforts. His muscles screamed and ached, his jaws half-parted in pants, tongue slipping between glinting yellowed canines. He gave a final glance toward his companions, noting how each one seemed just as relieved; some lingered to celebrate with companions they already knew, and others swiftly stole away to the surrounding territory, perhaps to find somewhere safer than here.

Farrow would join them. The longer he spent away from Talisa and Morrigan, the more he'd worry they thought him gone once more. This shift in the weather was worrisome, however, and Farrow had much to report of the happenings in the north.

exit Farrow