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<p>The mystery box appears randomly, placed with care by the gods so it nestles tenderly amongst the underbrush. Slowly the gods lean down, breathing life into the box so that a glow begins to grow in the once empty chest. With that they disappear, retreating back into their solitude to watch their newest creation work. 

<p>This is the first mystery box appearance. A few of you have been told the general idea in the cbox but now it is time to implement it. The following sections in the market have been numbered, powers, legendary powers, accessories, blessings and curses. Once you post you will be given a number and then the item will be sent to your characters account. First 5 wolves to post here get to enter in this random draw. Only one wolf to post per member. Post must be at least 500 words for it to count, you may acknowledge the other wolves or you can simply find the box. 

<p>There is a chance for maim, for sickness, disease etc. Keep this in mind when entering this draw. Most curses are temporary, or they are reversible through god quests. You have been warned!

<p>CURRENT REWARDS GIVEN:
<br>Anduril: POWER OF SONAR
Pixie: BLESSED WITH STRENGTH
Asuryan: CURSED WITH WEAKNESS
Widow: POWER OF SONAR
Paradise: GIFT OF LEATHER
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He would head there now, to glimpse the horizon, the cup of the world placed in mortal hand by the gods, a divine place where whispers of the elements were most keenly felt, if one but had the ear to listen. From amongst the teal waters, there lay precious gems, glistening stones soothed by the currents of old, the icy water brewing up from depth lost to the eye, in a clash of titans far beneath sheet of clear serenity. To touch and hold within grasp, to feel their cool power linger like the touch of whimsy lover, he would find but a moment of quiet jealousy, the innate lust of hoarding, so strange it was. His eye caught upon the beautiful, a silk most pleasant on senses leaving him but a slave to the temptation. Perhaps, it was the hidden allure of the avian soul, the desirous need to see all that there was within hallow sphere, and view creation made by artisans hand. Whatever the case, there were moments that bid him from his home of solitude, his mask placed upon gilded cheek, pretending there was not a horizon other than the one before him. To give herald to their existence, yet, never drawing to close, a man who lived on the outside, edging line drawn in the sand.
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Straddling once slippery slope, he would gaze upon the land locked from his wanderings, the fragile wing flourishing from the edge of forest root. The air was crisp and cool, a stead fast grip of winter chill lingering like a wary phantom upon all that he seen. A touch of silver, a grain of gold, they interlocked upon the ballad of infant flora, tracing fine line upon veins most youthful, where blood pumped and life came undone in soft lines of shared language. Breathing, his cloak braided by the winds, he perched himself upon the edge, peering down over the sun washed land, his spires rocking forward to taste the rippling vibrations of the tumbling waters so far below. His marks glimmered like quicksilver, illuminated by the youthful gaze of morning light, tracing their designs upon his body, flashes of lunar and solar might upon vessel most willing. Andurïl felt invigorated in moments such as these, where he could share in the bounty of the world, yet, still remain safe from its inhabitants, wary of encounters he had glimpsed in days gone by. A loner at heart, or at least, one designed by careful tutelage, the crimson lord desired his space, his stretching land to wander without danger of passing by another. A curse, as much as a blessing, one he revelled in when all the world was alive, the thunder of spiritual whispers caressing threads of his own anchorage. Looking down, his vision sweeping out along the canopy below, his flickering gaze would slow, only to lock upon faerylight.
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Frowning, eyes narrowing upon its presence, he watched the light play among the growing greenery, the flashing of a cool light, radiant, yet watery, the reflection of Helios upon the waters edge. Yet, far was it from the shores, and further still from the touch of rising sun. Perhaps, a creature of illumination, much like that winter nymph he met in the day prior. Or, perhaps yet, a fire upon forest nursery. Yet, there was no smoke that whisper upon the air, no sound to accompany the dance. Rocking on his fulcrum, train flared out like a river set aflame, he watched from a distance, detached in the manners of the cautious. 
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Yet, the need to know, the brewing curiosity, the heated desires of a dragon lay just beneath his flesh, itching with a tandem. Blinking once, twice, he would slip from his setting, sliding upon the downward descent with the grace of slithering serpent. Steps soft and lingering, tracing the unique footholds of each stair, Andurïl made his careful downward fall, scaled, dexterous fingers finding their hold, grasping stone and soil, leaving not a trace of his passing upon the loose rubble. Touching the floor not a moment later, he glimpsed the shadows of the forest, the ghouls that lay beneath the trees, the daemons amongst the roots, only to catch sight of the glow once more. Huffing, lowering his immense frame to the ground, the avelorn would continue forward, slipping through the undergrowth, a ruby vessel through the chaotic waters. 
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A smoothed stone lay at its heart, a cracked ledge emitting such entrancing light. Stopping at the boarders edge, the man assessed its character, its stance, idling following the primordial path taken upon its sides, whispers of a forgotten strength. He was instantly wary, instantly regretting the pull that drew him to this lonesome place, and glow unworldly, its touch sending biting shivers up his spine. Sniffing the air, feathers splayed in the way of a blurring the line, he took to the edge, circling the find, the pool of light that spilt from vent that jutted up from the centre of the world. He'd circle it once, twice, trice before he would stop, drawing himself towards the front, dipping his head to eye the soft cloud of dust that hung over the ground, seemingly drawn, yet, at the same time, repulsed from the entity. Silver eyes looked forward, pupils drawn, and he took a step forward, the crimson of his body bleached as he entered the dome, the light cast by the box. Another he would take, his breathe rushing from his throat, and with it, his own marks near iridescent with the glow. It gave off neither heat nor chill this close, even as he peered down upon it, still but a foot away. To late it was to draw back, and for that he would hum, and close the final distance. His head would lower, ears drawn back, and the touch of cool stone would glaze his throat as he looked into the light.
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Abnormally long tail swayed from side to side in casual leisure while lithe, nimble legs carried the slender body of the Ealith woman. Morning pastel eyes glazed with a ponderous stare of n where in particular. She listened lazily upon the lyrical chimes of birds trilling their unending hymns of daytime euphoria. She was going wherever her paws had carried her. Confined and closed off from the world at a child by a worrisome mother and her only daughter, it was exciting and nerve wracking all at the same time to be exploring places she'd never been. Soft white-pastel nose twitched capturing the foreign scents of many fluctuated from predator to prey. Ears flicked, casually brushing against birch like antlers with cantering inquiry. Pixie proved the uncertainty which glimpsed upon her features of her current whereabouts though would merely shrug and giggle at herself. Giggling because she had gotten herself lost and found the means rather silly. The sound of rushing water hummed within her ears, entering the arena of Fons. Nose twitched carelessly, equally carelessly migrating to where ever it is her paws would take her until her legs grew weary.

Eventually a familiar face caught light to the dismal silence beneath natures songs. Scarlet-champagne colors seemed to have comfortably curled around a strange entity providing a brilliant glow – much greater than her own. <font style=" color: #7498bd;  font-size: 15px; font-family: 'Allura', cursive; text-shadow: 0px 0px 10px #ffffff; font-variant: none;"><font style="font-family: 'Allura', cursive; font-size: 15px;">“Hm?”</font></font> Curiosity tugged at her interests as she neared Anduril first, casually nudging him with a soft touch of her pastel nose. She wasn't aware of his state of unconsciousness: instead she thought of him sleeping. <font style=" color: #7498bd;  font-size: 15px; font-family: 'Allura', cursive; text-shadow: 0px 0px 10px #ffffff; font-variant: none;"><font style="font-family: 'Allura', cursive; font-size: 15px;">“Why are you sleeping, silly man?”</font></Font> she pondered, words whispered aloud though amongst herself. Nose and ears twitched once more as she then focused her attention to the strange object her new friend had snoozed upon. <font style=" color: #7498bd;  font-size: 15px; font-family: 'Allura', cursive; text-shadow: 0px 0px 10px #ffffff; font-variant: none;"><font style="font-family: 'Allura', cursive; font-size: 15px;">“It is a lovely … thing – what is it?”</font></font> she asked herself once more. Eyes squinted as the light only brightened as she neared it, only to quickly be taken aback by such intensity of the great light. Pixie tumbled backwards and landed roughly on her rear, quickly shaking herself off feeling rather disoriented. </font> </p>
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Morning had broken over the rise of the eastern hills, shaping the land into rolling sand dunes and painting the sky with pastels and glorious blues. The tumbling, crystal waterfall made it's claim among the various other sounds of nature and drowning out all challengers from the bugs to the shrill call of the Elk who drifted down the slopes. This was his home. He had so desperately attempted to find somewhere when it was right beneath his nose. When sickness had ailed him and clouded his brain with a thousand bees he had stayed within this paradise often sheltering at the trees which ringed the basin. Despite everything and the sickness clinging to his body like a tic Asuryan had managed to scavenge from the fallen prey that lay preserved in the winter snows. He owned a lot to this place and the spring was simply beautiful here, the summer would be just the same. Already beautiful blue, yellow and purple flowers bloomed on the hillsides, dotting among the thick green grasses. The birds sung their early morning praises as they flitted from branch to branch while red eyes watched their movement closely. The Ice King was bemused and happy to be feeling the sun upon his fur and the grass cushioning his belly after the ravaging winter. Asuryan looked down into the basin, wondering where Val could have gotten to but he did not go looking, he understood the need to be alone and he trusted her to return. Somehow an attachment had formed between them, weaving their souls together and now the two wolves were based here. The male hoped that somehow this was the beginning of his pack rather than a companion but he doubted that Val would challenge him, she was too timid for it and their relationship was as strong as the oak trees of the Fons. He would not jeopardize his only friend in this land. In fact it felt more like the world. Loneliness had brought them together and nothing could break that. Determination stole into Asur's heart as his joints grounded to life like a great steel machine, woken from a deep slumber. A growl of annoyance escaped a curled, smirking mouth as the sun momentarily blinded Asuryan before he escaped the canopies of the trees before a deep breath was drawn into his lungs. Scents flowed like a river, assailing his senses with the smells of wolves long past and prey which either meandered about the sea glass lake or had since moved on. Flowers occasionally mixed in with the scents like pinpricks they punctuated themselves suddenly in his brain.

A twitch of curved, alabaster ears hinted the male’s intentions as he listened to his home with a quietness that made him a sentinel in his own right. The wind sung his name in soft sighs as it played with his fur and curling his tail, the flowers that Paradise had woven into them flashing their petals in the morning sunlight. Wandering eyes suddenly caught movement, his eyes settling of the brilliant molten gold flash as it caught the sun before his eyes saw a red mark which contrasted against the green hue of the landscape. Asur watched with interest as the creature showed the characteristics of a wolf but it looked exactly like Paradise with it’s bright hues and the feathers that protruded from it’s fur.  The protagonist pulled himself to an upright position, his wisps flicking gently in the wind and the calm, watchful eyes tracing every movement. The red arrival seemed to investigate the golden glow. Tension rippled through the male as he watched before he decided to investigate, his movement slow and intentional before breaking into a rhythmic trot down the hill.

His arrival to the new subject was halted as another wolf appeared and his instincts whispered sweet warnings into his ear. From this distance Asuryan could see the delicate slopes of a females shoulders while the other was male and considerably larger with hooked claws and a long fanned tail – much like Paradise’s which made Asuryan groan internally, more severe mental cases. He approached cautiously before he announced his arrival to the two wolves, "Hello... what brings you two here?" The male inquired, his eyes searching both strangers before his eyes locked onto the source in question. A golden hue pulsed from within the box and Asur felt his curiosity grow but he was reluctant, his body keeping him rooted in place while his brain argued persistently. His mind won over his body. With slow, measured steps Asuryan lowered his marble head towards the body as his snake-like eyes searched for what was inside, his face and legs bathed in sunlight colored rays.

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And if I catch it comin' back my way
I'm gonna serve it to you
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Upon glistening shores, distant from the land of the awakening, Andurïl lay adrift on waters of shattered silver. His body ached, a cold chill rushing amidst tense muscles, a bolt of lightning commanding his being. A golden light had risen forward, a sheer wave, to claim his mind, taking him from the sparse clearing, a vague remembrance of engraved stone, and sudden flare, to blind and bind strength, and pull him under. It had happened so suddenly, and even as his thoughts worked to steal back image, it would elude him, fine threads slipping past his grasp. It left him to wander, a fractured presence fighting to reassemble a sense of order. It was a strange feeling, to glimpse the world around him, yet, being unable to interact, to bring himself back to the surface. It danced in and out of focus, his eyes opening, a clothe of crimson silk, housed in the tangle of his tail, only to slip shut, locked in an illusion brought by the encounter.
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Even as his mind writhed against the foolishness of choice, the drawing near of unworldly host, he could only grown, his voice a rush rasping of torn clothe, rough as it ripped over dehydrated tongue. He tensed, his shoulders shifting, the man attempting to draw himself from the ground, and shivered, feeling the cool stone against his side, the sharp edge where hip dug into its anchorage. Grumping, fighting to bring himself from the depths once more, his lids peeled back, erratic swimming light flashing where heightening sun breeched the horizon, drawing him ever closer to mid day. It came in agony, the passage of the watery light, his vision growing monochrome as pigmented discs collapsed, leaving him lost to the reds and orange of early morning. His heels burrowed into the parched soil, his frame shifting, one shoulders piercing from motionless body, only to roll back beneath the wave, replaced by its twin. This one remained sturdy, and with it, the second returned, soon followed by the unfurling of hind pillars. The phoenix crawled from his nest, a blanket of shadow and light, the radiancy of its magic upon his body. Like a flood of warm water, he become aware of the magic that pulsated in his marks, the heat that verberated along the stance of bone and flesh. It felt as if he had been basking in the allure of the sun, leaving him breathless with pooling intoxication. Sighing, he shifted his attentions, towards the words once fractured and impure, a question of another who had come to the conquest of divine lore. 
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Pixie was there, a pale creature born of the faery court, her ivory antlers pale in the light illuminated. She seemed stunned, worn by the touch of sudden jolt. Yet another to bare the mark. Sighing, his frame would shift, a towering beast upon wary perch, steps slow and cautious. Before he could draw to close however, another creature would break the bond, Andurïl's mirror eyes pausing upon the bodice of ash. Blinking, once, twice, the man seemed to take in the presence of another, this stranger, a grimace of the growing act of shared air. Perhaps a beast of this land, this world he had delved, to stake his intrigue on the gift of fallen whims. Moving to the side of the fae, he leaned down, his warm breath heated, reflecting on the light that seemed to emit from his nares, his mouth, his eyes a halo by the streaks darting along his body. Yet, the hues of the world were still without colour, the boarders of shifting beings patterned with highlighted lines. Blinking, he turned to take stock of the canopy above, only to see the leaves onyx and negative, their backdrop a muteness grey. An ache persisted at the base of his eyes, and Andurïl, ever the steady creature, kept hand close to chest, keeping concern away from the eyes of another. <font style="color:#d01d49;"><b>"Pixie,"</b></font> he whispered, his voice falling low on spectrum of sound, seeming distracted even as he fell upon her side. Looking towards the man again, his ears pivoted forward, curious as to the events to follow. To witness what had become of his own act, to gaze upon the function on the outside. He said not a word in response to raised question, waiting to see the outcome, before shifting on axis, and righting norm to purpose. The anxious remorse of wary sense, the uncontrolled flares of normalcy and oddity. Blinking, he would give her the acknowledgement, only to vanish as the next phantoms would rise up, to deal with his mark in solitude.
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Wind combed through the branches, singing an airy song touched with light whistles. Curving to shape the mould of the terrain, it pressed against the mountain before swooping upward- rushing past trunks, moving to its own will. Feathers hissed as they combatted the current, taking up a war to prevent motion. Decreasing in speed, the creature struck the air with fine effort, lowering herself toward the branches. Pillars extended, soft pads preparing to press against coarse wood. With a final swoop, legs bent to brace against movement, and wings adjusted for shifting weight. Swinging to and fro, the branch feebly attempted to throw her off. The vague effort proved to be futile as she took her settlement against the course surface, finding her balance with ease.
 
Without hesitation her journey continued. Limbs folded, extended, wings assisting in balance- rarely allowing for her balance to sway astray; assuring her body safety from plummeting down. Branches creaked in resistance, one after another, complaining about her short visits as she moved down, weaving through the dense canopy. Newly sprung leaves brushed against her coat, greeting her, bidding her farewell as the shadows took their place. Tightly woven, a creature of flight would be easily trapped, blocked from what comes naturally. Wings would no longer be an asset on flat ground, they morphed into a burden, and an object to protect; a task she would commit to faithfully. A mutual relationship, although the two draping ordainments were a portion of her, she prized them as though they were another. As long as they served her, she would serve them, and thus her deranged appreciation for them festered, blossoming over time. Only a fool would toss away the beautiful gift passed down from generation to generation- one which the younger relation to her did not acquire.
 
Paws struck the earth, pressing in a swift manner. Lightly batting against the surface, they moved in a steady rhythm, drumming against the flat drum, kicking up soil behind her. There are two forms of flight known to her, one the truth, taking her up to the clouds, and the other of racing against the mortal plains. Sprung from her cage, she flew, one paw in front of the other. Energy long stored in her body demanded its release, rolling in her veins, exhilarating her blood- driving her further. Like the wind she glided, weaving past obstacles in her path, challenging the thorns to reach farther in their attempt to ensnare her. Air rushed into lungs, coating them before escaping, allowing a new gust to take its place. Patterns took hold, flickering around her, and then change struck the air. Others roamed these lands, a tangle of scents rising into one dense blanket. A secret meeting? It was asking to be imposed upon, have another lurk into its ranks. Reckless perhaps, those who she encountered bore no trace of evil in their faces, or perhaps they played the game just as she had.
 
Easing her gait as others came into side, the variety amongst them was immense, each coated in a different pallet, woven by genetics unique to their bloodline. Ashes woven into a high display, tinted with newly frozen ice along the torso, weaving across the broad structure of a male with a symbol frozen into the snowy canvas of his forehead. The very sun and moon could not compare to the next, whose hues mimicked the setting sun kissing a glass lake, she was a creature to never be beheld, unique beyond all formally seen. And the last wore the familiar fires dressing an individual from previous encounters. Feathers alight as though formed of flowing lava, harm did not seem to touch the individual she challenged not long ago. However, it was the object in their presence that ensnared her.  A carved stone stood motionless, an anomaly against the grass, barely attempting to blend into its surroundings. Beckoning her to draw closer, an invisible rope coiled around her, seizing control of every limb. Lost to the temptation, she drew nearer, watching its surface gleam as though taking light from something within. “What is it?” She whispered, addressing none as she strode closer, crimson orbs unwavering from the surreal object. 
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It worked in her favor to be residing within these lands for the past few days. Paradise had slept beneath a single tree, branches extending towards the oceanic sky. Their once bare appearance starting to bloom, spring kissing the entire area. The woman was alone, of course and yet disturbed by a few other lurkers, murmuring within the distance. For the first two minutes she would simply remain in her position, cheek caress the bark, appreciating the light breeze roaming her skin. Her triangular ears that lay atop of her crown would twitch, picking up only the briefest of words. Though she didn't need to get up and ask them personally to the little even which took place. Already witnessing the box from afar. When she first laid eyes upon the mystery box she noticed the beauty it possessed, it's uniqueness and acknowledging that she's never seen anything quite like it. It was radiant, glowing at first. It was clearly placed to get the attention of all, so how could Paradise refuse? Her gaze shifted to one body, to the next. Four had already made it, Paradise refused to miss out, or let the crowd get any bigger, making her miss out on the opportunity. A yawn would roll of her tongue before she dragged herself to her paws, stretching each limb as she did. Paradise wondered how long the wolves must have traveled to get here, hear the sound of the Mystery box and hoping that it'd be well worth their time.

Paradise had always been intrigued by the Gods, picking up as much information as she could about them. The tales which were told, the History. She loved to listen to the stories wolves told about their experiences with them. Like how they were awful and cursed, but how sometimes they were a blessing to the wolves of Vindico, improving lives. Paradise could already picture what they looked like in her head. With the details some wolves gave she always imagined it for herself. They say Phu'drae had more then 4 limbs, They said at least 6-8. With a  skull and dark pelt. Costentina, with a placid pelt and the rumors that her tail was like a waterfall! Paradise believed it wasn't possible, but then once she thought about it, she knew never to be surprised. They were Gods after all, mystical beings. And when she thought it couldn't get stranger, the Goddess Karmein supposedly carried round a tree, it was apart of her. It never failed to amaze Paradise.

The ashen nymph would remain standing for a while longer, analysing the crowd before deciding everything seemed safe. She noted one of her sisters had made it to see this box. A sister she rarely spoke to, nonetheless. Paradise was never very close to her half siblings, but she was certain the feeling were mutual. She noted she hadn't seen Widow for a few months, just like the other siblings. the Madar would look upon her sister a while longer, before dismissing her entirely for a moment, wishing to focus upon the box. Up close it seemed that much more mysterious, she would not touch it, but simply look down upon it in awe.
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<p>The mystery box glows and pulsates with each new arrival, producing both gifts and curses. As the last one arrive the box snaps shut with no warning before the ground beneath it seems to stretch open and swallow the box whole. For a moment the earth seems to tremble with new power before a silence falls over the land.

<p>Thanks to everyone who participated!! Keep an eye out for the next one!
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