Wolf-Rizer

[From Dyson's POV] Dyson found himself in the same dream, the same nightmarish landscape, but strangely not the same events that it had previously played out. Instead of floating around in a void, he found himself on solid ground for once. As looks around in wonder, a low, gentle hum came to his ears as prismatic light shimmers below his feet. A mysterious warrior of light slowly rise with their back facing him, then another rose as shortly after, and so on. Dyson soon finds himself surrounded by six warriors in total, and while most their details are still blurred, even up close, they are still the same warriors as seen from his last strange dream. "Um, hello...?" Dyson meekly began, but before he could speak any further, each warrior became a bright orb of light, and each flew into individual portals that seems come and went in a blink of an eye. Soon, it only Dyson and one other person left in the open void, however upon closer look, this stranger seems to be not one of the

[From Dyson's POV] After their previous encounter with the Dusk Devils, Dyson followed the horned creature for quite a distance on the faint promise of an oasis, and possibly drinkable water, at the end of their destination. They could finally stop and rest after what felt like a long time traveling on foot. Dyson could finally wrap his head around his situation as a whole. However, none of those thoughts occupy his mind more than his growing concern for his reluctant guide. The nameless walking goat before Dyson had seem out of breath after that last tussle, and definitely lacking the full vigor of their first encounter. But what of now as they continue to walk? While he was uncertain at first, Dyson could clearly see that this horned creature was feeling fatigue from his half-glazed eyes to his quiet, heavy breaths as he steadily stumbles forward. How long was he like this? How far could he push himself before he completely collapses? Although Dyson still fears him to a degree, a

[From Shevra's POV] "This is the worst...." Shevra complains to herself, although it would be no surprise if her unwanted "guest" had heard her. She briefly gazes back to the strangely clothed boy now tailing her every step. Not only did he crashed into her and drove her off course, but he had the gall to not only cause a ruckus and call her an insulting name, but also managed to kick a fully filled gourd of water far into the desert, presumably swallowed up by the sands. Now neither has, nor will have, any drinkable water for possibly hours. In other words, ... Shevra was in a fairly bad mood. Shevra strained her eyes across the harsh horizon for any landmark that allow her to continue her assigned mission, or the very least which area of the desert she is stumbling in. The map in her carry bag could easily help her in that ordeal, but she consistently refrains herself from doing so in case her bumbling... "partner"... would just lose it to the desert like her full water gourd.