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Hallucination Station
Event: April 21 - May 21
Thanks to Risa Alika for this event!

Into the land where there's many, lovely heather,
A single flower blossoms in the center.

It is unusual, beautiful, and rare
You won't find one just like it as a pair

This flower sends off a sweet Odor you'll adore.
But, strangers, beware! Do not be fooled by the flower's galore

Though the lands of Heather Moors may be filled with gorgeous flowers and fantastic scents
This flower isn't a good candidate than it represents

For this scent is strong even for a single flower
You'll get hallucinations from that power

So join me now to solve this problem
Don't let it fool you to what you might become.

What's Happening?
In the middle of the Moors, an unusual breed of flower has sprung up and begun to bloom. Unfortunately, it's scent is so pungent that the entire moors smells of it, making the plant difficult to locate. Furthermore, breathing the air inhales the scent into one's blood vessels, which travels straight to one's brain and causes hallucinations. There'll be all kinds of hallucinations, whether you're seeing unrealistic creature or seeing the haunted memories of you're past.(that last sentence of the poem, it's because sometimes Hallucinations can drive you insane)

What to do?
Try to figure out the mystery, stop the flower, or fall prey to hallucinations. Or anything else that you might be able to think of. = D

[Neptune Kamateros]

Being a man of the earth meant traveling to other lands from time to time, and today was one of those days. A fairly warm day bestowed itself upon the land - a nice change from the chilliness of winter. Spring's arrival was just on the horizon. Greenery began to make a slow return in the form of leaf buds and early flowers, and Neptune had every intention of seizing this wondrous opportunity. Though the Ethereal Forest possessed many good herbs and plants, one location could not have all that he needed, and thus he was off to search in surrounding lands for usable flora.

The first stop of the day was in the West. The Heather Moors' vegetation proved to be different from that of the forest just by glance alone. The open area allowed for more types of grasses and different kinds of flowers, which was just what he needed. Large frame prowled through the Moors while keeping his eyes open for anything of interest that he could take back with him. While he had been trained at a young age to be able to identify numerous types of plants, he was not well versed in the flora of Torva; he would have to pay extra close attention to all that he saw.

Amidst his purposeful stroll, a soft wave of dizziness began to cloud his vision, leaving him shaking his head with a soft grunt. Strange that he would suddenly feel so off-kilter without a visible trigger. Narrowed eyes scanned the area, trying to discern who or what the culprit was. He had heard of plants that could cause that effect, but could they possibly exist here? The very thought was almost too good to be true. Oh, what wondrous kinds of poisons he could make with such a flower! How many enemies he could incapacitate! He needed this flower. But could he find it before succumbing to its ways? Neptune wildly glanced about, desperate to find it before it got to him first.

[Skyral Atlas]

   

Skyral Wolfsmoons nose twitched in the midday air, picking up any helpful smells. She had come to the heather moors in search of rest, peace and a few helpful herbs for a thorn in her foot. The sun blazed down on her jet black coat, making it turn a bronzish brown. Lifting her head and nose high once more she caught a whiff of sweet burdock. ' perfect!' she thought 'Just what I need' She trotted toward the smell and saw a young moor rabbit lying on the ground and kicking its back legs in the air. 'How odd' she thought to herself. She moved forward a bit more and saw two birds flying upside down. " Oookkaayyyy something is definitley wrong here" she sniffed the air again. The smell was now way to sweet to be burdock and it was all around her! She took a few steps forward and staggered. Her throat felt raw and parched! Spotting a puddle nearby she staggered towards it, lapping up the sweet pollen filled water. 'there that was better' she said thinking to herself. All of a sudden her legs buckled from under her and she collapsed into a swirling blackness............ she woke up a while later, bathed in moon light. There was an eerie silence around her but Skyral was to sick to notice. She vomited twice and fell unconcious again. The third time she woke up she thought she saw a wolf looking at her but her eyes closed once more and she fell into twisted gruesome memories of the past. Her eyes snapped open and a growl came from her throat turning into a roar! she had never felt this strong! The sweet scent had made her invincible. From this day on she would destroy anything that crossed into the moors. No. not THE moors, but HER moors. She leaped off into the night to search out her first victim.

[Fireheart Dias-Sovia]

She rolled her shoulders and stretched. Her pelt twitched as her front legs spread out and her back arched. Her whiskers wiggled as her muzzle pricked the air as a faint, glorious, delicious and attractive scent wafted through the air. She licked her chops nervously. Her ears pricked as she looked around the flowery plains. Tall trees and bright, fragrant, bright coloured clusters of flowers shrouded the bright green grass. She looked up, it truly was a beuatiful day, the sky was clear and the clouds white. Sunlight glared intently into the corners of her eyes. The faint outline of mountains and forests caught her attention. She swiveld her head to the left and spotted movement. It was another wolf, the breeze shifted and the fragrance grew stronger, also carrying the scent if the wolf. The wolf was that of Atira, and ontop of it was the scent of Neptune. Hmm, it must be Neptune himself....... Her gaze shifted again and spotted another wolf. Skyral! Skyrals eyes were glazed, mumbling things about being all powerful. She charged about randomly. Suddenly Skyral appeared to charge towards Osiris. Her hackles raised and her red-orange-yellow eyes stretched wide in alarm. She haven't noticed the many pollen filled puddles. She reared up in alarm and prepared to slam her large paws, roughly but gently on Skyrals back to attempt to nock Skyral out of her state. Her back paw slipped as Skyral hurtled past. Osiris collided into the puddle. Her maw drenched in pollinated water. She felt Her pulse quicken, she could barely breath...a growl rumbled deep in her throat and her long sharp fangs bared threateningly. Her eyes remained closed. Her large shoulders shook and trembled as she slowly rose from the water. Her maw screwed up in a deadly snarl. Her neck lifted and her closed-eyes head rose to automatically look at Skyral. Her growl turned to a snarl. Her eyes snapped open. Her eyes of fire glared at her new target. Unseeing. Her eyes were bloodshot, adrenalin flowed through her veins and her scars flared red. Her growl quickened to a roar. "GRAAAAAAAAH!" Her maw stretched open and her lips widened fully, exposing all of her long, pointy, sharp, deadly and feral teeth. Saliva slipped from her teeth and dripped to the ground. Darkness clouded her eyes, as if it were night. A light glow shone like the moon. Skyrals figure started to appear different, it started to shape into that of RUNE!

RUNE YOU TRAITOR! PREPARE TO FEEL JAWS TEAR AT YOUR BODY! PREPARE TO LEARNTHE MEANING OF TRUE PAIN!!!" She roared at the smirking figure, in her own language. I will kill you Rune! I will destroy you! I will ruin and trash your life until you are nothing! I will make sure you are nothing left Rune! I pledge this in the memory of my Da! Her thoughts whirled with anger as her shoulders rolled under her skin as she ran, her legs and paws pounding against the ground. Her cougar-teeth-tipped claws left long gash marks in the muddied grass. Adrenaline increased, she didn't even pant. Her heart rate rose higher. Her pulse thudded against her fur. To her, she was running through her old forest, the fog rolled in. In her mind, Rune was running but he whirled around and bounded towards her, baring his bloodied fangs. But suddenly he stopped. In the shadows, red eyes gleaming murderously. She looked behind her. Orange, fiery eyes burning with anger nodded reassuringly behind her. The eyes of her father. Then those eyes faded. The blackness were he stood wavered and more shadows crept silently. Green, yellow, amber, silver and blue eyes floated behind her. Behind her rage she saw relief. Then I dawned on her. She was alpha, and ready to be commanded was her loyal army. Prepared for a fight, she launched herself at Rune.

"She speaks." She thinks. She does. Her flash backs

[Hunter Blaineson]

Pale eyes scanned the ocean of flower. He blinked, this land was indeed a wondrous place, he had been to desert, to waterfalls and now a mass of blossoms. Yes Torva was an interesting place for a wolf to bide. Scent ticked his nose, but it wasn't that of the heather and that was strange, normally such an out of place scent would of worried that the hunters mind like a rabbit fox at a bone, but for some reason the sweet scent just made him relax.

Before he knew what was really happening his paws were dancing, cream and red threading through the blossoms with a grace that looks out of place with his solid frame, he was no dancer, he was a hunter, a killer, but here we was dancing across the moor with a foolish smile of bliss on his maw. Some thought remained in his head because he was aware that he looked stupid. He growled irritated and shook his head, there was something strange about that scent, it was making him feel.... pretty?

He dimly registered a wolf statue, although it was moving around, seeming to look for something, that was strange, stones could not walk. Two maidens also danced on the edge of vision, they seemed to be having a nice time he thought with a detached air. Maybe he should dance with them? Or maybe he should investigate the walking rock?

He growled again and shook his head, slipping in and out of a dream state, this scent, this plant or flower was making him loose his wits, it must be stopped. A grey wolf, a stranger to him seemed to be searching for something, maybe he was looking for the source also. The sounds of snarls were heard to him and he looked in amazement at the two females fighting, they seemed intent on killing each other although he could see no reason for such a fight.

Then he was dancing again, towards the rock that moved, ladies didn't want to dance with him, he might step on their paws! "Hail Rock! Do you gather much moss?" he started to laugh at his own wit.... "a rolling stone gathers no moss"

he looked at the rock expectantly, he had never heard a rock speak!

"Speech" "Thought"

[Skyral Atlas]

   

Skyrals adrenalain pumped and pulsed through here veins as she leaped to attack the oncoming wolf. The air shimmered around the running wolf giving a distinct shape of a large brown ,male Timber wolf. She had seen him somewhere before but where? Sniffing the air she realised that the wolf she was looking at was Velcor!, the cursed leader of Cadavar pack! Thoughts, just glimpses, of what he had done to the pack and to poor ,poor Fritx. He had liked her, Fritx had, but then Velcor just had to kill him, mock his body and treat it like dirt. She would make Velcor pay for what he did! " I will kill you Velcor!" she snarled her voice filling with venom just like those poisionous worms she had dealings with in the desert."I will make you pay for Fritxs death!" Opening her mouth she bared her large canines and rushed to meet her nightmare. Rushing past Velcor she caught a whiff of something. turning quickly she saw a wolf standing in the brush.She stopped and stared at him " Fritx?" she whispered her eyes wide. She put one pawstep forward and got bowled over by Velcor. Springing up she dashed towards Fritx and licked him in the face "Oh my god!" She rushed up to him. He smelt strangley like the forests and earth but she didn't care. "Your not dead!" she squealed "I cant believe it!" A growl sounded behind her.Whirling around she ran to Velcor ,yelling as she charged " You aren't going to kill him again!!!!" Injuries:0 Attacks:1 Defence:1 She speaks She does

[Risa Alika]

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[Skyral Atlas]

   

As Skyral was prancing and dancing around Fritx a giant flower patch loomed out of nowhere and grabbed hold of her scruff with its sharp thorns or were they teeth? She did not care she was glad Fritx was alive. Wiggling around she said to the flower bush " Do you think you could let me go,"She asked ,giggling," Or I'm going to sing a song!"Not waiting for a reply Skyral started to sing "Mary, Mary Quite contrary How does your garden grow? With cockle bells and silver shells And pretty maids in a row!" With that she collapesed into a fit of barking laughter rolling around on the ground after slipping through the flower pacthes thorns. " I don't even know what a garden is!HAHAHAHAHA!" she managed to blurt out. She tottered over , a bit unsteady on her feet from laughing, to Velcor and bumped into him making her lose her balance and fall over again. Getting to her feet she staggered off, her laughter filling the air around her. Then the most unexpected thing happened. She suddenly saw her laughter! 'what the?' was all she could think before she got bowled off her feet and had the wind crushed out of her leaving her in blackness....... Attack: None Defence: None Injuries: Got knocked off her feet, is right now unconcious and has a sore scruff

[Fireheart Dias-Sovia]

Her vicious gaze scoured the flowery plains. Each plant, tree, puddle and flower burst into a cold blue flame. A harsh winds howled around Osiris. Her fire eyes gleamed with ice. A famous quote from Hati, the black-red-soul-wolf had once said.< I must have ice in my veins to do what I just did. Everyday I expect the ice to melt.....but it doesn't...it just keeps getting colder and colder........And I welcome it..... Her eyes closed and the wind howled louder and louder and just got colder and colder. Eventually, it turned to screaming, the scream whistled in her ears like a groaning train hauling to a stop. A heavy thumping roared in her mind and adrenaline soared in her heart. Little she remembered now, she didn't know just moments before she had been attacking an innocent wolf, thinking that it was the deadly and infamous Rune. Also thinking she was Alphesse and general of her birth-pack. Her heart soared when a name came to her mind, she buried this name, not wanting to know who it was, she didn't know who it was but the name and who it belonged to obviously bore a strange significance to her. She didn't care. She tipped her head back and opened her vocals, imagining she was howling. Her eyes remained closed. A beautiful fragrance poured into her nose. Her pelt rose and fell like the waves as she gently but heavily drew in long, deep breaths. Around her eyes, glowing, intricate marks flowed down her cheeks and rose on her forehead. Her eyes snapped open, they were burning a beautiful orange. The markings were white but an orange trail of colour flowed through them, changing them to the same colour as her eyes. Her pupils streatched wide in amazement. The sky a dark velvet black. The constellations of stars were almost blue in color, they shone the shadows. But what had really caught her attention was the moon, the moon appeared to be sitting on the black inky sea. The reflections it wavered on the water were a shining silver-blue. The moon was gigantic, it streatched wider than the sun. The wind pitched even higher. Her voice gently rose in harmony. She gently howled. The wind howled with her, making her seem even more eerie.

I am Osiris of the north, hear my cry as I ask why I am, who I am, what I be......" <-- was the hidden message in her howl. Help me! Was the only thought in her heart. Her heart ached, her destiny before her and behind her flashed before her eyes, the pain made her howl louder. She almost cried, the pain felt like claws slashing furiously across her heart. An Ivey tingle ran up her spine as more eerie howls joined her. Her eyes flashed red as she too howled. She closed her eyes and the markings on her face glowed impossibly brighter. Scenes flashed before her eyes. A giant shadow bounded across the dark ground, huffing and roaring. A silver-black blurr shone through the air and struck the grizzly. Firehearts mother bounced flimsily off the Grizzly toward over the collapsed figure of her....long claws slashed over the throat. Blood flowed on the ground and gurgled in the throat, bubbling and frothing. The memory version of Osiris leared on his hind legs and pounced at the Grizzly, his jaws preparing to clench around a thick neck but the Grizzly whirled around and with one swift movement slashed its claws down Osiris's stomach. In the memory Fireheart sheilded her siblings eyes and looked away. A frosty, huffing breath loomed over her. She made the mistake of looking. A swift pain slashed at her side and screaming peirced her ears. She closed her eyes but the high-pitched whistling still shrieked in her ears. He opened her eyes again and she was standing on the windy cliff. The moon was still standing I front of her, gleaming on the inky black ocean. Her limbs felt stiff. The name rose to the surface of her thoughts again.

"She speaks." She thinks. She does. Her flash backs