Whisper {Sheba}

[Rykett]

Whisper approached the caves belonging to the White Wolves. His choices in the past were really wearing on him. He wasn't sure if had ever accepted them, Tear, and Jules, separating. He wasn't sure if he ever would. Whisper looked at the caves in front of him. He just had to hope that a power would help him get back on his feet. Maybe he would eventually cross paths with his puphood playmates. Maybe not. Whisper couldn't give himself expectations.

"Hello?" he called a little nervous. He had been a little shaky on which side he now stood on in the last few days. Whisper had tried to be a good wolf, but he'd never felt like he was truly a good wolf. There was always that other side of him. It kept creeping in and Whisper kept pushing it away. Finally he'd decided that being neutral fit him better. He could accept both his dark and light side without feeling guilty. This was the reason that his gaze was focused on the middle cave.

[Rykett]

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(Sorry for the wait!)

Sheba was resting peacefully in her den, her snores shaking the mountain slightly. Her legs twitched as she chased her imaginary gophers and her tail wagged wildly. Just as her paws were about to thump down upon on, a nervous hello uncharacteristically woke her from her slumber. Rising from her bed, she yawned and stretched before stumbling out of her den in a daze, her fur ungroomed and messy and her eyes only half open. it was truly {not} a majestic sight.

"Wazzup? Whaddya want?" She said, swaying on her paws.

[Rykett]

Whisper took a step back. "Oh! Hi! Hello, Sheba, right? I'm Whisper. I'm here for a power," the male said surprised that the White Wolf was so... unimpressive. Whisper couldn't quite get himself to believe that this wolf was one of the mystical, immortal, all-powerful White Wolves. Maybe this wolf wasn't a real White Wolf. Maybe it was just a wolf with white fur that happen to live in a cave in the mountain that was beside two other caves. Maybe Whisper was just in the wrong place. Or maybe this was the right place with a normal wolf. Whisper just guessed that he'd have to wait and see how the wolf would reply to his words.

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"Mmmmm... oh yes... I am Sheba...I haz powers" Sheba said, her head drooping as she dozed off for a second before jumping awake again, slightly more focused, "I haz plenty of powers!" With that, a wide array of vials floated out of her cave to float in the air behind her. "So, whattya want? some airy powers?" Sheba asked, slowly beginning to wake up.

[Rykett]

Whisper was very confused at this point. He still wasn't fully convinced that this wolf was Sheba. That was his opinion until... the bottles floated, floated, out of the cave behind Sheba. Whisper watched the vials drifting, amazed. No was no explanation for the potions' levitating except power. Then Sheba asked a question. "Airy powers?" Whisper repeated disoriented by the floating bottles. Airy powers? What were the airy powers? "Oh! The air element powers? Yes, I was hoping for Current. Do you have that power on hand by chance?"

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"Mmmm, yes, airy powers" Sheba grumbled in agreement. She was fading in and out of focus, but her attention came to, if only for a few brief moments "Wazza hand...?" She asked.

Sheba seemed to think for a moment before replying. "Oh yus, I haz current." As she spoke, the bottles slowly vanished save for one. It floated above her head, its contents seemingly only air. It slowly floated down to the mortal's paws. "Drink this, and you haz current."

[Rykett]

Whisper stared at Sheba then at the empty bottle. There was nothing in it. What was he supposed to de drinking? "But... There's nothing..." Whisper stopped deciding not to argue. He gripped by the bottle with his teeth. He tilted his head upwards. The liquid rushed down his throat. It felt like a burst of wind, and very fizzy. Whisper began to feel light like he didn't weigh more than a feather. He couldn't feel his paws. He looked down to heck whether they still were on the ground. They were, of course. Then came a wave of light-headedness. Whisper felt he was about to faint. His vision narrowed and was speckled with white spots. Then a breeze touch the fur on his right flank. The breeze was gentle at first then its power grew until it was pressing hard into Whisper. A sharp, but brief painly light flashed. The wind was gone. Whisper looked over at his right flank to see his white power mark.

Whisper turned back to Sheba. Respect finally blooming. "Thank you Miss Sheba! I will use it well." Whisper bowed his head in gratitude. Then he turned to depart down the mountainside. The power of Current was his! What would he do first? The possibilities seemed endless.
-Exit Whisper-