[The Dream feels unsettlingly familiar to Wolfwood, now. He knows what this is as it settles over and transforms the world into something entirely new, fantastical, yet with a feeling far more real than any true dream he's ever experienced. He had hoped that perhaps the universe would have a little mercy on him in the next dream, letting him experience his old form for just a little while. But this world isn't so kind.

No, he's fully transformed now, Sleep's chosen Offering form now his new normal. If nothing else, the silvery armor that now adorns his person stands in beautiful contrast to his massive blueish-black wings that fold neatly against his back, the Valkerie's taloned hands cradled by articulated gloves that hug the monstrous appendages perfectly. Even his taloned legs have grieves strapped around them that allow him to stride with ease, with room made for his tail so long it fans out behind him as it drags the ground. The silver chestpiece he wears has a beautifully embellished cross stamped into the center, giving him the appearance of a Paladin more than a true knight.

He has no idea what to make of it all as he walks with his Nightmare trailing behind him, never far even though he isn't necessarily holding her by a lead. Her nostrils flare if anyone gets too close, and if anyone other than Wolfwood tries to touch her directly, they'll find their hand phases right through.

She is secondary to Wolfwood himself, however, who finds himself drawn to the nearest Noble without even realizing it. He has his clawed hand resting on the pommel of a sword currently sheathed at his side, though it's ready to be drawn at a moment's notice. When he catches their gaze, he'll immediately bow his head before it even comes to mind whether he should be doing this or not, which prompts his Nightmare- Angelina- to bow her head similarly.]

Don't go too far from me. I'm gonna lose you in this crowd.

[If you're a Cavalier like him, he might approach with a more casual, less formal gait, holding himself a little more like the Wolfwood people are familiar with. Even with the multitude of Tethers trying to pull him every which way, he's still trying his damnest to do his own thing.

With varying success.]

This is fuckin' stupid.

[But you look so pretty :(]

[OOC: I am very open to forming new Tethers for this event! Just hmu if you'd like to play with that c:]

[Wolfwood may not be the best person to be trapped in a Labyrinth with when you're being chased by something built to hunt.

The combination of 1) Being a Valkerie and 2) having swallowed a tadpole earlier that decided to make a home in his fucking lungs is making...just existing in general in a place like this a near impossibility. The second you and Wolfwood are dropped down as a pair tasked to get out of this place, not being able to see a proper exit with walls all around leaves the bird in Wolfwood's brain feeling horrifically claustrophobic, and each breath he exhales is stuttered and heralded with a thick mist that makes it look like he's in -20 degree weather standing beside you.

So, you know, we're fine. This is fine.

Wild blue eyes snap back if he notices you staring, prompting him to grab for your shoulder if you're a Cavaliar like him, or gesture a little more carefully if you're a Noble he's meant to be protecting.]

Qu- Quit gawkin, we gotta move!

[Just as quickly as they were forced (willing or non) to work together, now a new ultimatum is foisted upon them...and for Wolfwood, it feels all too familiar. It feels sickening in how right it is.

He's a Seeker. The closeness of the corridors, winding staircases, and walls don't elicit the same claustrophobic panic as the maze. Or, at least, it's dulled by the way the sword he holds literally hums against his skin, vibrating through his claws and into his arm as it begs for blood. Every breath he takes brings with it massive clouds of mist, like a dragon struggling to breathe fire. It's going to make keeping himself hidden difficult, if he wants to find someone.

But that doesn't matter.

You were made for this. Molded to kill.

You are the Punisher.

Find a Hider. Get the keys, and get out.

He feels his Tethers flood him with every emotion imaginable as he begins his ascent, letting the thrumming panic, fear, and desperation guide him. It is very, very likely that- by the time he finds you- he'll already have a bloodied key hanging around his neck, searching for its pair.]

[OOC: Plotting comment is here!]