~~Frostfur (Yur)~~
What doesnt kill you makes you stronger.

As I slept, I dreamed...

"The Palace of the High Ones lures its children with a call stronger than Recognition," the voice rings out, as the silhouette of a man raises his arms to the sky. I was sure Id never heard it before, but as the man began to fade softly to black, and in the blackness the strangely familiar voice booms once again, this time laden with anger and rage.

"You call yourselves Gobacks, but you shall 'Go Back' no more!!"

As the last word tremors through the darkness, it shatters, becoming blinding white. The whiteness fades into a scene of destruction, as elves and trolls alike run for cover from a black haired sunfolk floating above. Red blood stains the pure snow, and screams pierce the air. But the sunfolk does not care, all he knows is pain and rage as he drives the elves across the barren snowscapes. A baby cries amid the panic, a small bundle in white furs. A baby, ignored and abandoned by her kin, and passed over by the raging elf above. A baby left to die in the snow.

His voice rises again on the biting wind, "The Palace is denied to all Gobacks, you shall never dwell near it again!" The sunfolk chases the elves out of sight, leaving only the baby in the snow, to cry alone. The babies cries fade out as the scene fades to black.

Suddenly, in the quiet darkness between sleeping and wakefulness, a voice whispers, the voice from before. With it, came the compulsion to move forward, to do as it commanded.

"Your fate has always been tied to the Palace, since the day of your birth. Come to it now, and take your place as a High One."

My eyes shot open, the voice still reverberating within my soul. Such a vivid dream Ive never had before, such a feeling of reality, almost like I had been there. Perhaps I had. But at that moment, it wasnt important, nothing was, save for the urge to move forward. I had no doubts now, it was the palace of the High Ones which called me. My fate was tied to it somehow, and it didnt matter how or why I knew this. It didnt matter why it had chosen now to draw me to it. All that mattered was that I heed its call, and now. It demanded no less of me, and who was I to get in the way of fate?

It was late afternoon, still a few hours away from the cool twilight when us Wolfriders usually woke. My eyes turned towards the northeast through no direction of mine, and without a thought to the others in the camp I began to run on foot towards the direction where I now knew the palace was waiting for me. But before I knew it a growling, yipping sound rang out through the quiet afternoon and I felt teeth on my belt, pulling me back towards the trees. Though the calling was loud in my mind, I could still concentrate enough to see that it was Kiyiya, dragging me with all her strength away from where I knew I must go. "Kiyiya," I spoke, a rare thing for me, but I no longer felt I could send reliably. "Must....go...."

"Frostfur!" I heard a voice cry out and heard running steps come in my direction. I struggled to see through the image of the palace which shone brightly in my mind. I felt hands grab me, and along with Kiyiya pull me down to sit under the tree once more. Something was placed in my hand, and I vaguely could smell the other two wolfriders and their wolves around me. "You need to eat." Mist's quiet voice told me.
Sebas seemed to agree. "In a journey like this youve got to keep up your strength."
I knew they were right, and so I tried to eat what I could of the ravvits and the berries, but they tasted like ashes in my mouth. My external senses were all but dead amid the deluge of images and feelings the call was sending to me. When I felt I had eaten enough to appease them I stood, turning towards the northeast. "Wont get better," I said, climbing unto Kiyiya's back and sighing. "Must go palace. Waits." The fact that I was speaking showed how pressing the need to travel was, I knew my language skills werent very good. Without seeing if they were following I directed Kiyiya forward at a run.


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The landscape rushed by, as the daylight bled into twilight and the shadows deepened, the sun dipping below the horizon. Far into the night we ran, Kiyiya's rapid breath resounding in time with my heartbeat, and the longer we traveled the stronger the call seemed to become. I could see details in my mind now, the shining palace towering above the snowbanks, its terraces winding to touch the sky. I could see the figure which called a little clearer, a dark haired sunfolk man. I could almost hear the voices of the elf spirits which were said to dwell within the Palace, almost feel the history of the place touching my soul. It was more real to me than the lapping river or the crickets chirping in the night. Kiyiya seemed to sense my urgency, and seemed to instinctively know that this which possessed me would not go away until we arrived at the place it called me to. Time seemed to cease existing as we passed rolling hills and fields shrouded in night, the river winding along and then finally being left behind as the sky began to lighten in the east.

But I was in no mood to stop. I didnt want to have another restless sleep full of dreams I could not understand. I didnt want to pretend to eat when no food in the world could feed the void in my soul. Only the palace could do that, and I would run til I got there. Only then could I rest.

My spirit had lofty goals, but unfortunately my body had its limits. Before I knew it I felt myself slipping, my hands which had held Kiyiya's fur tightly began to weaken. I felt a vague feeling of falling, but the world grew dark before I ever hit the ground...
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Tag wolfriders, she passed out and fell off her running wolf, Ill leave it up to you guys how injured she is. Keep in mind that whenever she regains consiousness it wont matter to her if shes hurt she will try to travel anyway, and she wont be sending because she cant seem to hold on through the calls send. You can try sending to her even though shes unconsious though, the only thing that can stop sending is death.