NATURE’S WRATH

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Winter does not wane like usual.
Something is amiss and abnormal.
Nature is reacting.
Nature is bending.
Will you break?

The northern part of the Badlands isn’t left unaffected by the strong winds that rage on here. They pick up tiny rocks and whatnot, creating dangerous flying projectiles that could cut through anything. In fact, here the smoke that rose from the large cracks in the ground had increased tenfold, creating an impenetrable curtain. Little to no visibility coupled with dangerous objects, that could come at you any second, carried by winds that made your legs feel like lead – a recipe for certain disaster. Lions stuck inside this deadly maze would need to work together and find a way out!

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INSTRUCTIONS

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He was in hell. Yep. Definitely, 100% in hell. Why he'd decided to come to this forsaken patch of dust in the first place was beyond him, honestly; it was desolate, decaying, and surely boasted nothing worthwhile in terms of scavenging. But Oskar was a fool unto himself most of the time... And, alas, a curious mind had brought him here, and it seemed like luck would be what it would take to get him back out. By the time the fog had appeared - thick smog that threatened to suffocate him - he was already too far in. There was no hope in turning back now, so he would simply have to press on. "H-Hello?" He called out, beginning to feel the fur on the back of his neck bristle in frustration and his chest tighten with anxiety. He didn't like this. He didn't like this at all.

Especially when something sharp struck him on the side of the head.

"Damn it!"

TICKETS:
+1 - Make a BWP-related post.
+2 - Study one of the natural phenomena occurring.
+2 - Analyse the changes being made to the land.
+5 - Complete a BWP-related thread (with 10+ posts).
+5 - Complete a thread with a character you've never threaded with.

TRADE EXP:
+15 - BWP-related exp.

ART COPYRIGHT TO IRISH

This particular lady was starting to reach the limits of her patience when it came to how often she'd been needing to groom herself to maintain her elegant, put-together appearance. When the weather wasn't dangerous, it was waging war upon her poor, curly strands of fur, rain making it clump in patches and the wind making it stick out and dry in place awkwardly. Terribly frustrating, for any lioness afflicted with vanity.

Seeking out the drier territories seemed like a natural solution that would give her break, seeing as she would be very surprised if it rained in the wasteland. How unfortunate that the wind persisted stronger than ever, kicking up random pebbles and sticks up to tangle in her mane.

She doesn't immediately notice the haze when it first begins to drift in. It's only when she decided that this trip wasn't the best idea after all and tried to turn around that she realized just how dense the foul-smelling smog had gotten all around her. Within a few steps, Adrien was all turned around, clueless as to which direction she'd came from and which she'd been going. Lovely.

Ah, and the wind hasn't let up at all either, though it was doing nothing to clear away the smoke. She was clued in on that fact when a little rock smacked her in the eye, making her shut both eyes tightly with a wince and a hiss. But it seemed that she wasn't suffering alone, if the curse shouted out somewhere in the darkness was any indication. "Hello?" She called out, taking a few tentative steps in the direction she believed the voice had come from. Thank goodness the terrain was mostly flat. "Are you alright? Is anyone else out there?"

It was like she was trapped in those tunnels all over again. At least the chances of being crushed to death were smaller out here.




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code by Cloudy; art by irish

He'd slipped out from Wolfbron early that morning in a bid to explore some of the crevices of Amaryllis he'd yet to touch upon. The Dieudonne had travelled far and wide, settling eventually within the badlands for his late afternoon nap. When he awakes, though, the once summeresque weather had turned anticlockwise, and now it seemed that there was a thick layer of smoke that encompassed the smoke stacks he'd stepped into. Closing his eyes into slits to protect his vision, Hazarin walked slowly through the windy cacophony of sounds that seemed to surround him. He ducked, keeping low, for fear of being hit by varying flying debris that went over and passed him.

It was, however, the voices he heard that caused the male to stop dead in his tracks. His tabs swivelled for a moment as he tried to locate the voices of @Adrien and @Oskar. I'm out here too! Hazarin calls, unable to really see where it was the two others were.


TICKETS:
+1 - Make a BWP-related post.
+2 - Study one of the natural phenomena occurring.
+2 - Analyse the changes being made to the land.
+5 - Complete a BWP-related thread (with 10+ posts).
+5 - Complete a thread with a character you've never threaded with.

TRADE EXP:
+15 - BWP-related exp.

die with memories, not with dreams

table by sentinel / art

she’s a lil upset, if she’s honest, cus she’d been venturing around — getting the lay of the land, new as a spring bud to these parts — when the weather turns upside-down. literally.

the winds pick up in a degree that the small lioness feels she’ll lose her footing. so hunkering down she goes. the smoke curtain she’d seen start to appear in the distance swept through the land faster than she could slink away.

and the last straw? her foliage entangled in her fur has been plucked one by one in comedic fashion. the petals ripped away and spat out somewhere else.

at this point, nuala is wondering who she pissed off in a past life. it definitely feels like she’d been cursed.

grumbling under her breath, nuala keeps low and steps forth slow — her eyes closed or squinted for the most part as she tries to navigate the hellish conditions. the medic takes one particular step forth and swears she can hear a voice over the howling wind.

she follows it — the distressed tone activates her need to doctor.

it’s after that she picks up the words and other voices. “oi, yah, i’m here too! y’all alright?” nuala calls out.

@Oskar, @Adrien, @Hazarin

coding by sentinel / artwork by sleepykyju

She had come here in hopes to map out the lay of the Badlands, but it would seem that the raging lands had other plans for her. At first, when she had ventured out into the desert, the visibility hadn't been too bad. Why would she have come if she could not see what was around her? But as things would go, suddenly the wind would pick up and bring with it, smoke, sand, and flying objects that felt like little bullets.

Axelle squinted against the debris filled air, looking around frantically for what she was certain were little rocks picked up in the windstorm. Two had already gotten her on the rump and one on her side - two places where she was sure would bruise and swell from their velocity.

She thought she heard something beyond the winds, but she couldn't be sure. Paws dragged against the winds and she tried her damndest to go back in the direction she came - though, she was certain she didn't know where that was anymore. Blinded with a brown cloud that was suffocatingly thick, Axelle ducked against the wind, feeling sand gather in the wet parts of her squinted eyes. She couldn't see, she couldn't hear, and she could barely move - what the fuck was she going to do?!

As if the storm spat out irony in itself, a rock at the velocity of a dive hawk spat out of the cloud, hitting her square in the outer edge of her eyebrow. Axelle dropped to the ground, immediately covering the spot with her paw. "Merde, ça fait mal!" she screamed out, to no one she was sure. When she took her paw away from the spot, there was blood.

@Oskar @Adrien @Hazarin

BWP Tix
+1 Make a BWP-related post
+2 Analyze the changes being made to the land
+2 Study one of the natural phenomena occurring

Potential XP
pathfinder
+15 BWP Pathfinder-focused XP
+10 Help someone who is lost find their way
+10 Escape a natural disaster

ranger
+5 Study the weather and how it will affect hunting

CODE | ART

if you're going to be two-faced,
at least make one of them pretty

Someone had dragged her into hell, she was sure. One minute, she had been wandering around in the Badlands, trying to find something of use in the useless land of sand. And the next minute, she couldn't see anything. The cloud of smoke and dust had come in so fast, she didn't have time to prepare, no time to leave. She was headed in a direction she was sure was the way out, but the wind and soot refused to let her out.

Pushing against the forceful winds with her eyes nearly closed at this point, Valaine tried her best to go the direction she had come from, though when she felt something pelt her in the shoulder, she stopped dead in her tracks. The area throbbed, but she was more concerned with what the fuck that was. Squinting against a thick veil of dark brown, she waited to see another sign. "Hallo?" she called, expecting to see someone's shape become visible...

Then something else hit her in the rump, and she whirled around, ready to lunge at the trickster taunting her. But as she whirled around, she couldn't see anyone and had successfully lost her sense of direction in the process. "Verdammt!" she spat, feeling the sand collect in her mouth. She turned her head away from the wind, but neither direction was any help.

And then she heard someone's voice. Like a ray of shining light... but in the depths of hell. "Hallo? Ja, I'm here, too!" she called out, hoping someone would save her from this fucking nightmare.

@Oskar @Adrien @Hazarin

BWP Tix
+1 Make a BWP-related post
+2 Analyze the changes being made to the land
+2 Study one of the natural phenomena occurring

Potential XP
pathfinder
+15 BWP Pathfinder-focused XP
+10 Help someone who is lost find their way
+10 Escape a natural disaster

sleuth
+5 Study the landscape of an area
+5 Follow someone through a territory

art / code

Dazed from the blow, he would blink against the fog, squinting into the grey with increasing suspicion. The voice of @Adrien echoed out over the makeshift wall of haze, and - perking up considerably to learn that he was not the only one in this mess - Oskar shuffled towards the sound. "Hello?" He cleared his throat. "I think so, there's these weir-" fuck! Another one - this time striking him in the side. "There's these rocks! Just be careful, if you can!" Though he doubted extra vigilance would help any of them in conditions like these. More voices echoed through the clearing, and the patchwork yearling spun on his heel in a bid to try and find them - any of them. "Can anyone see anything? Any kind of exit?" It was probably a daft question, but someone had to broach it. At this point, he carried on with his tentative steps, and as he turned the corner he was relieved to see the unfamiliar frame of Adrien on the path ahead. "Oh!" He moved forward, hoping that she would be pleased enough to see another face that she would tolerate his presence. "Are you okay?"

TICKETS:
+1 - Make a BWP-related post.
+2 - Study one of the natural phenomena occurring.
+2 - Analyse the changes being made to the land.
+5 - Complete a BWP-related thread (with 10+ posts).
+5 - Complete a thread with a character you've never threaded with (Adrien).
+5 - Complete a thread with a character you've never threaded with (Hazarin).
+5 - Complete a thread with a character you've never threaded with (Nuala).
+5 - Complete a thread with a character you've never threaded with (Axelle).
+5 - Complete a thread with a character you've never threaded with (Valaine).
+5 - Complete a thread with a player you've never threaded with (AbjectTerrier).
+5 - Complete a thread with a player you've never threaded with (Sentinel).

TRADE EXP:
+15 - BWP-related exp.

ART COPYRIGHT TO IRISH

Sand and debris quickly caked onto her new wound as well as the wet, bloody spot on her paw. She could hear voices out there, though the wind whipped around in her ears so hard she couldn't quite make out what they were saying... or whether she was hallucinating them. It was like hearing voices in a steady sound of white noise... She just couldn't tell if it was real or not, and perhaps getting a stone to the forehead wasn't helping all that much either.

"'Ello?" she called out, not sure if she was truly alone anymore. Honestly, not being able to see or hear anything, and now also having a pounding headache, she was sure she was losing touch with reality.

Had these been anything close to normal circumstances, Axelle would've been devising a plan to catch someone off-guard in the low-visibility... however, the Dieudonne was just as confused and off-put as anyone else at the moment.

@Adrien @Hazarin @Oskar @Nuala

BWP Tix
+1 Make a BWP-related post

CODE | ART

if you're going to be two-faced,
at least make one of them pretty

There were voices out there... she swore she could hear them. They were displaced and broken up through the howling wind in her ears. She couldn't really place what anyone was saying. Were they laughing at her? The thought made her growl in frustration as she circled in place, trying to pinpoint where she heard the sounds coming from.

Suddenly, a rock hit her square in the chest, and the Rike woman lost it. Surging forward with a snarl, she lashed out with a clawed paw, hoping to connect with the hide of the one she assumed was playing pranks on her.

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Whoever wants, feel free to have your character get swatted/spanked by Valaine xD

BWP Tix
+1 Make a BWP-related post

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