@Ammokkx@AtomicNut

As Kirrian began to make his way away from Rickie and the bonfire, he would soon find himself swung up from the ground and flying into the air at a rapid face, being hugged close to a large furry chest with plump mounds. "Heh, was waiting for one of you to get a bit away from each other! Lucky me it was a cute one!" squealed the large crossbreed between a human and one of the many apes that could be seen observing them earlier.

Holding on Kirrian close with one arm and skillfully using her tail, legs, and free arm to swing from tree to tree, the female promptly laughed at Rickie before leaving with her prize.

"You'll make a good man~! Although... You are a bit scrawny... Hm, maybe I should have gotten the other one instead... Still, that magic was kind of dangerous, and you do seem like you could be of some use," laughed the female as she glared at her prize once more.

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@daltar

Air... the freshest of air unlike any other. As you climbed the tree you would find that the trees were vastly different compared to any other from your land. It was as if these were never touched upon or as if these were never grasped by human hands. Such a rush and a thrill one might have to be the first to say that they have marked something of their very own. No such experience like this was possible, and yet here you were, experiencing it.

And then, the top.

Yes, the top where the tree's arms finally come to a halt.

The fresh air and the bluest of skies can be seen along with... two suns? Not only that but there seems to be Planets as well that you can see from the tallest tree among the forest. Yeah, truly you are no longer on Earth.

As you enjoy this heavenly and obscure sight, you can sense immediate danger... almost as something is watching you... glaring you down... stalking you...

"You don't belong here..." growls a voice from behind.

If you were to look behind you, you would see the source of the voice. A mighty black Lion's head peering through a bundle of branches and leaves, although the rest of his body is covered and unable to be seen. His eyes are yellow and glowing like jewels, fixated upon you and your every muscles. His mane his ruffled, but what other long hair he has is kept in braids and beads.

Something tells you that better have a silver-tongue to get out of this one... or else.

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@LetterA

As you get further and further away from the group chasing your new companion and find the dirt road, you soon notice the clay tiger is looking not at you but at something behind you.

You feel something large brush up against you from behind, an unnatural warmth as large white fur soon obscures your vision. Mighty paws, big enough to crush you if they wanted, ignore you and lays a paw in front of the clay creature, amused by what it was seeing. If you were to raise your head, you would notice that whatever is on top of you was far larger than you by a large margin... but for some reason, you feel safe and secure. The massive creature lowers its head, revealing itself to be a humongous white tiger, its pink nose pressing against the clay tiger as it sniffing it, before recoiling a bit, clearing dissatisfied by what it smelled.

"Are you the creator of this thing, human?" spoke the tiger in a strong and proud voice. "It is... strange, alive, yet unnatural," spoke the great being as the clay tiger promptly begin to cuddle against the larger tiger.

C-Crap! Captured... Kirrian should've been more careful running around and kept a closer ear out for anything, but considering what this ape just did... it's not like he could've heard anything. They didn't leave any steps, didn't let out their voice, didn't sound like danger. Guh... Switching his settings back to normal and quite frankly being uncomfortable in the grip. Then a really stupid idea came to him. Fisticuffs. His arms were still free since Kirrian runs with his arms up, and considering he was only grabbed at the waist...

Since the monkey was pre-occupied with swinging, he waited until both of them were swinging halfway one tree to another. Pushing his face from the female's rack, he attempts to land a good uppercut and follow up by punching the nose. If this works she should flinch and drop him to the ground...

Johnny wasn't sure just how long he had been running, as fear had clouded his ability to think. However, he eventually got the idea to check behind him for that strange creature. When he did, to his surprise he found that it was nowhere to be seen. 'Did...did I lose it?' he wondered to himself. As unlikely as the seemed, there truly was not a single sign of the strange being 'come to think of it, did it follow me at all?' Johnny suddenly remembered that he hadn't even seen it pursue him. For all he knew, it might still be back where he last saw it. 'Well now that I'm no longer worried about imminent death, I can start worrying about other things, like getting out of here.' With his priorities now shifted, Johnny got to work on getting out of the strange forest "HELLO!!! IS THERE ANYONE OUT HERE?!!! I'M LOST!!!" He called out, hoping that someone would be close enough to hear him

Stannis Krolikov, Juno Aulia, Edwin Gordon, Linnea Falk
Unknown Forest, travelling to the village by dirt road.

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"Alright." She began, "I'm sure most of you have your own questions to ask, I know I do, but for now, we need to get to the village. We don't know what's in this forest that might have a hankering for us, and I sure as hell do not want to find out. That clay tiger can be replaced, but if you die, you die, so we best move. Now, before it gets dark."
Juno began to travel towards the village. Stas looked up at the sky and noted the current position of the sun, making an estimate of how much sunlight they had left. The night didn't bother him, nor did the possible predators. He recalled him night training, and they were travelling by road. Animals usually avoided roads, Stas thought. He might be wrong though. What did bother him was who else would be travelling under the cover of darkness, he carried out many military operations during the night, and heard that many FOBs had been attacked during the night. The night was a friend to attackers and a foe to defenders. He looked at the floating child and at Edwin the Artist, he would definitely be on the defensive if their group was under attack.

The floating girl opted to gain altitude to act as the navigator. As the group took their first steps, Stas took up the rearguard. They hadn't gone far however, when their navigator flew right back down and reported that three men were running right towards them. He cursed under his breath and Edwin spoke up, "Officer Hightower, Colonel Klink and Wendy Darling, I think we should really pick up the pace. I smell burning and it doesn't exactly look like it's getting any darker." He picked up the pace and walked closer to Juno.
Stas jogged right by his side, "Just call me Stas." Ignoring the nickname that Edwin had given him, "If those guys turn out to be hostiles, I want you to dive into the bush and hide while Juno and I are keeping them busy. Don't run, they'll spot you and run you down. Just keep your head down and be well hidden." He instructed, "If I go down I'll try and go down near you, so you can pick up the spear." He pointed at Linnea, who was hovering above them, "You too. First sign of trouble I want you to bail out, keep an eye on Edwin so you two can link up after the battle if Juno and I are down."

He jogged up next to Juno. "I've told the flyer to bail and Edwin to hide if the three guys approaching turn out to be hostile." He sniffed and confirmed what Edwin had said, "And something is on fire. What's the play ma'am?"

Rickie blinked twice. There were weird things. Weird, madness inducing things. And there was this. He then stood there, mouth agape, still in shock of what was he seeing. Did Kirrian just get kidnapped by a she-monkey and he got shoved in between the...WHHHAAAAAT!? Rickie finally was able to process what was happening, and he was too tempted to wish Kirrian luck, health, and lots of monkey-babies. But then he remembered the old adage of certain groups. "Bros before hoes" He repeated mentally as he pumped his fist.

"GET AWAY FROM HE...I MEAN HIM, YOU BITCH!" Rickie yelled at the speeding monkey, almost bungling the phrase by misquoting a certain badass one liner from a movie. He had better not do more of that, anyway. "GET BACK HERE AND DROP KIRRIAN!" He added, and restarted running. Although then again, he had just figured out how to throw freaking Fireballs. Wasn't there a levitation spell? He searched the crevices of his mind for the answer.

Turns out, somehow he knew how to do it. After pronouncing the arcane words, soon Rickie's feet took off the ground, and darted at the awesome speed... of an elderly man in a moped.

Uncool Rickie thought to himself as he yelled again, flailing his legs in midair. "PICK ME INSTEAD! LEAVE THE LAD ALONE!" Rickie added. He wasn't unconviced this was going to be case, but at the very least he was sure to enjoy it more than Kirrian.

Stas pointed at Linnea and said "You too. First sign of trouble I want you to bail out, keep an eye on Edwin so you two can link up after the battle if Juno and I are down."

"Y-yes sir!" Linnea replied. She floated back higher to maintain her vantage point and saw chaos. Startled and dumb-founded, Linnea had to shake her head a bit before giving her new report,
"Nevermind, one of the men ran into the bushes, another one was kidnapped by a large monkey, and the last one is running after that monkey. I guess we're safe? Or are they in trouble?"

Before she even realized it, Susan went far.... so far and so high... above the canopy to stand upon a branch seemingly in the sky. She felt the wind on her face... had to spread her arms open and close her eyes, as her hair was swept by the cold, fresh breeze... and then open her eyes again to stare at the planets... the two suns, the vast, intense blue sky.

However, soon she feels the danger... and even such a thrill is pushed back at the promise of danger. Susan turns back, moving back on a branch, light, so light! on her feet as the lion revealed himself.

For a moment, there was uncertainty in her mind... blade or necklace? Dark or light? Instincts battled mind... until finally she took a deep breath and smiled, a hand going up to her heart... and to grasp the necklace in it. Better put her wits to use and a cool head.

"Indeed, I don't! Though I'd wish it wasn't quite so obvious... though perhaps it will serve me well. Then again, I wonder in which way that I don't belong here you mean? In this world? For if so I was brought here, invited to come. If there is fault to be on my presence on that account I'd take it on with the one who brought me here. Perhaps you mean this tree? Unfortunately, if I did ill in that instance it was born out of either ignorance. Best way to punish it is to destroy the ignorance itself, namely by telling me what I did wrong and thus I'd be ignorant no more and such mistake will never be done again. Then again I didn't actually mean to get this far up into the tree... but then I got to blame the wonderfulness of the view, the magnificence of the tree and the richness of this blue sky for pushing me ever upwards... a little bit my weakness for not being able to resist its allure. Or perhaps this is your domain and you care not for visitors, I interrupted your peace? In that case it will be far faster for me to leave than to force me out... far less troublesome too. If this tree is marked for nobody to come in scent, my nose is not keen enough to catch such a message yet... in which case, perhaps you'd like me to make another mark sure to ward ignorant climbers away? I can carve it in three different tongues for you at no cost, more than what I have gotten by the beauty of this view" says Susan, smiling all the while... her hair flowing with the breeze as she even dares point upward, stretch her arms wide and signal the sky when talking about the magnificent view.

"Thus... will you please tell me, Sir, what did I do wrong?"

Dusty sat several yards into the tree line watching the group. A large horned...thing? A man with a spear, another lanky man who looked to be an artist, and eventually a floating girl. What a motley crew. He couldn't hear most of the things they said, but from their changing body language he could tell that they went from not knowing each other to working together. They were probably sent here just like him.

Dusty decided to approach the group when a fireball detonated against a tree in the distance. He ducked down below concealment, and turned to see an orange glow in the a ways away, as foliage started to ignite. He sighed aloud, and stayed down. The group might think he was hostile now. He peaked through leaves and saw them leave. Which meant he could leave as well.

As the group left, he followed, always behind them and in the foliage. He stayed beneath the densest canopy so that the flying girl wouldn't see him. He had committed to stalking this group and it made him look lethal. He closed the distance so that he wasn't as far and could actually eavesdrop. His newfound ability to stay silent was a blessing. He saw the girl descending and leaned in to hear. She said that men were approaching. This could be a chance to prove to the group he was friendly. They were heading towards a village, which meant a bed to sleep in, food, gainful employment. All good things. Dusty's thumb went to the hammer on his musket and sat there. When he heard a bird calling, a monkey screech, or any of the other natural ambient forest noise he immediately cocked it back, covering the sound. He reached down, already kneeling and plucked a small weed, ground it up between his thumb and finger and dropped it into the wind to see the direction to adjust accordingly. Then he waited.

As you get further and further away from the group chasing your new companion and find the dirt road, you soon notice the clay tiger is looking not at you but at something behind you.

You feel something large brush up against you from behind, an unnatural warmth as large white fur soon obscures your vision. Mighty paws, big enough to crush you if they wanted, ignore you and lays a paw in front of the clay creature, amused by what it was seeing. If you were to raise your head, you would notice that whatever is on top of you was far larger than you by a large margin... but for some reason, you feel safe and secure. The massive creature lowers its head, revealing itself to be a humongous white tiger, its pink nose pressing against the clay tiger as it sniffing it, before recoiling a bit, clearing dissatisfied by what it smelled.

"Are you the creator of this thing, human?" spoke the tiger in a strong and proud voice. "It is... strange, alive, yet unnatural," spoke the great being as the clay tiger promptly begin to cuddle against the larger tiger.

Coco's eyes traveled from his companion's gaze, his own dark eyes falling upon the most breathtaking creature he'd laid eyes on. It was large- no, to say large was an understatement. It was towering, and exuded an aura of danger and grace. To say that it didn't cause Coco's heart to race was a lie, but after his eyes were caught by the glitter of it's fur, something settled within him.

Comfort. Safety.

His relaxation was distracted by the large tiger's voice- It could speak, then?- his eyes falling back on the smaller clay tiger. "No, it wasn't me," replied Coco, his eyes wandering back up to the giant. If he'd felt misplaced with his dark plain body against the bright colourful nature around him, he'd only felt moreso beside the pure whiteness of the tiger.

[b]"Actually, it found me," continued Coco before screaming caught his attention. He turned to the sky and found a familiar figure soaring- the fire lunatics. Was this another dangerous ploy? Turning back to the ethereal being, Coco nodded his head politely- "Sorry, not to be rude, pero there's a fire near... Do you know where to get help po?"

Odd... She thought these military types liked to be the one in command, barking out orders simply because they can.

"Fire?" Juno looked behind her, at the plumes of smoke too close for comfort. "And the three men... No, we get to the village, for all we know those were the very same persons who set off the fire, and that monkey thing may be in league with them. Forest fires move very quickly, or so I heard, so let us not stand around here, lest we be engulfed in flames ourselves."

Then again, there was no real guarantee the village would be friendly to them at all. At best, the villagers will be very uncooperative. At worse... well, she could at least try to hold them back long enough for the young people to escape.

A strange feeling of dread came over her as she anticipates being met with hostile villagers, that feeling growing stronger the closer they got to the village. Oni weren't usually regarded well by the general people who believed in them after all.

@Ammokkx

"Ah!" Barely dodging Kirrian's uppercut and letting him go for a split second... and grabbing onto him by his ankle, the female promptly growled a bit towards him. "Careful! I don't want to drop you!" she roared as she swung him back into her arms and promptly held him tight, before leaping straight into a large tree canopy that was a good distance from where Rickie was... levitating like an old man was at.

Performing a spinning acrobatic jump and placing Kirrian at the center as she landed, the female grinned as she sat down on a fluffy pillow and looked over the young man that she just kidnapped into her tree house hut.

Looking around, you can see that the hut you are in is surprisingly well kept and nice with a plethora of different kind of treasures ranging from paintings, drums, guitars, fiddles, flutes, cushions, dresses, and other things of the arts kinds that this female monkey probably has taken during her lifetime. Gleaming as she looks over you, she giggles before scurrying off to a corner and popping behind you with a comb as she begins to gently brush your hair.

"You really are a human... aren't you? You remind me of my mom," she says as she starts combing your hair softly as hums. "Waha, you play music with this thing?" The monkey pokes your guitar as looks at it, before laughing a bit. "Are you any good with it human?"

All the while as this is happening... you can't help but feel... annoyed almost... no, that isn't quite the feeling- you're pissed.

Why is this happening to me? Why does this stupid stuff keeping happening to me? Rickie can do all those amazing things... yet, I'm stuck with this nuisance that's treating me like a doll?

Voices. You begin to hear voices unlike anything else... but they are your own.

I've had enough of this bull crap that keeps on happening, it's one thing after another and this stupid girl is just decides to kidnap me all of a sudden.

The frustration turns to rage and you hear something, a familiar voice.

"Kill her, and I'll grant you power. Kill the annoyance, and you'll have power," murmurs the same voice as you heard from when you entered this land... and as you look down, you can see something forming in your hand. It looks like a broken piece of a drumstick... does the voice want you to use this on the monkey?

It seems you have a very grave choice at your hands... what will you do?

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@daltar

Bola's eyes became slits as he slowly emerged from the branches, showing his entire self without hesitation. Surprisingly, the lion was not on all-fours, but was walking on two legs and hand a humanoid body. He was large and tall with a muscular build to match, standing well over eight feet and balancing himself on the branches of the tree without any effort. He had human-like hands covered in black fur and twin tails both wrapped in leather. He wore leathery armor covering his chest and legs, but his lion-like feet were left bare as his claws were showing. Baring his fangs that were sharper than razors, Bola swung a double-sided dagger made out of bone before approaching Susan, sniffing her carefully before growling.

"You are not from here, Human. Scent, too clean," twirling the dagger and looking as if he would strike at any moment, Bola continued to observe and smell, "Scent smells to wrong and... strange. Almost as if you were kept hidden from the wilds and left in the city... but, there is no human city nearby for you to be this clean, so where did you come from, human?"

"While I appreciate your compliments and your offers of peace, they do not answer my question." Bola cracks his neck and leans down, staring deep in into your eyes as if to see if your next words are true or not.

"Where did you come from, human?"

Better choose your next words very carefully to convince the great hunter and not make him think you trying to think he is but a fool... for what you do here could either bring you great rewards in a powerful ally or consequences in an unintended foe...

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@LetterA

"Help...?"

The celestial tiger lifted its head and closed its eyes, before sniffing the air.

"Hm... I see. You worry too much, human..."

Raising his mighty head into the air and letting out a large roar, the skies suddenly began to turn gray as the clouds began to gather immediately. Almost as if summoned by the roar of the great beast, rain started to fall and put out the fire that the tiger had smelled... however, upon closer inspection coco would notice that not a single drop was falling upon the tiger's fur, almost as if it were purposely avoiding him.

"That should solve your problem. The village is not too far from here, human. You'd do best to take shelter there... It's been a while since I have needed to call out the rain, and the forest must be mighty thirsty here."

"Ah... I don't believe I have asked for you name yet, little one," asked the tiger as it looked towards Coco.

"Honestly? I come from a place quite unlike this one... a place with only one sun and whose planets you can't see with the naked eye. Where trees are much smaller" says Susan, taking a little step back before she started talking, given the invasion of her space... her feet gingerly keeping her balance on the branch "A place with nothing but humans to talk with. A world where the greatest warrior alive can be slain by the most wretched pauper with the pull of a finger..." she says this last fact with a look of true melancholy and frustration on her face.

"I was in a city... in my home, away from all wilderness where in my dreams a voice spoke to me... and offered to take me away from that place of hard truths, of rigid laws and take me somewhere... where things are different. I woke up less than an hour back near the base of this tree, to look upon this blue sky to be captivated by it's sheer, beautiful blue"

"That is the truth, believe it or not" she says, bringing her hand again to her heart and the necklace there "I don't know why I was brought here beyond that I agreed to come"

Kirrian boiled with anger, clutching the broken stick close in his hand. He wants to stab this thing. He wants to get rid of the anger. But decides against it. "Killing isn't any good. The hell will it solve? My temporary frustrations? I've composed one too many songs to know how that ends up..." Kirrian picks it up and throws it into the corner of the hut. "Cut combing my hair. It doesn't belong to you, nor do I. Get the hell away from me." Kirrian turns his head, swatting away the combing hand. Standing up and dusting himself off he looks with a dead expression towards the captor. "For the record, I do play Guitar, yes. But if you think I'll entertain you with it? Ha. Don't make me laugh."

Damn,damn. I really need to go faster than this! Rickie muttered to himself as he kept levitating, following the monkey at an an increasingly larger distance. However, not all was bad news. His speed was slower, but it also allowed him to take notice of the details in an easier way. Still, the forest was way too thick for Rickie to spot anything, so he clenched his fists.

"KIRRIAN, WHERE ARE YOU!?" Hopefully the monkey girl wasn't very smart and forgot to put a gag on Kirrian's mouth.

"Help...?"

The celestial tiger lifted its head and closed its eyes, before sniffing the air.

"Hm... I see. You worry too much, human..."

Raising his mighty head into the air and letting out a large roar, the skies suddenly began to turn gray as the clouds began to gather immediately. Almost as if summoned by the roar of the great beast, rain started to fall and put out the fire that the tiger had smelled... however, upon closer inspection coco would notice that not a single drop was falling upon the tiger's fur, almost as if it were purposely avoiding him.

"That should solve your problem. The village is not too far from here, human. You'd do best to take shelter there... It's been a while since I have needed to call out the rain, and the forest must be mighty thirsty here."

"Ah... I don't believe I have asked for you name yet, little one," asked the tiger as it looked towards Coco.

Coco looked down, slightly abashed at being told he worried too much. He had no need to, really, given that forest fires were something to worry about, but still. When a god-like figure told you something like that, it was worth being kind of embarrassed with.

The worry was short-lived, however, as rain started to pour down, falling in large droplets. The dark skinned boy didn't even realize he was warmed up again until a few drops hit him and he started to steam. "Oh," he proclaimed in surprise, looking as the fog rolled off his arms, before glancing up once more. The tiger had addressed him. He couldn't help but notice how the rain avoided the white tiger, and Coco was kind of pleased- he wouldn't want to see such a beautiful coat drenched.

He was so wrapped up in listening to the deep hum of the tiger's voice- village nearby, take shelter, beautiful cat, thirsty forest- he only barely heard the sound of a man screaming for... a Kirrian? What? Coco slowly pulled himself out of the daze, only to be pulled back, by the tiger asking for his name-

"Oh, my name is Argo. Argo Dolus- pero, you can call me Coco."
He nodded his head, wet black hair falling over his face before looking back up- "Ikaw? Anong pangalan... what is your name?"

Stas' orders didn't really help Edwin's nerves. Especially the talk of hostiles and hiding. Still despite the warnings Edwin had to restrain himself from running ahead and making a mad dash for the village. Edwin was debating internally, he could justify running ahead to warning the village, but this was tempered by the caution of separating from the group in this new world. Still his nerves started to get the best of him and was about to suggest picking up the pace when he felt a drop of rain hit his arm, and then another and then the sky opened up and a heavy rain started falling and putting out the fire. Edwin continued moving, but was extremely confused. Apart from the smoke the seemed clear and little chance of rain. Edwin became concerned about his footing, given that his shoes were for little beyond down the street to buy groceries.

"Well this is fortunate. Should we maintain this pace or... wait never mind. Let's just keep on going." Edwin stopped his suggestion midway, realising that the officer Juno's large form looked well balanced, or at least had a low center of gravity, as a soldier Stas wouldn't be unused to trekking in this weather and Linnea? Well she could fly, terrain didn't seem like an issue for her.
Feeling a bit like a loadstone Edwin kept quiet and followed along. Unfortunately the dirt road, now closer to a mud one, had a turn and as he went to take it the grip of Edwin's shoes failed causing him to stumble along in a mad dance to maintain balance.
After a few steps Edwin finally fell, him momentum sending him into a tree trunk, his left hand hitting it with a resounding crack and somehow managed to get enough of a grip to not fall into the mud.

"Sorry about that ladies and gentleman, feels like I'm running on ice."

Linnea was getting anxious again. Too many strange things were happening all at once. The sooner they got to the village the better.
She was startled out of her worries by Edwin's stumble and finally noticed the poor condition of the terrain. Juno and Stas seemed to be progressing all right so Linnea floated down to Edwin, put his right arm over her shoulder and floated at a level that wouldn't hinder his walking.

"I don't know if I am strong enough but I hope this helps, if you don't mind Mr. Gordon?"

"Fire?" Juno turned her head to look towards it, "And the three men... No, we get to the village, for all we know those were the very same persons who set off the fire, and that monkey thing may be in league with them. Forest fires move very quickly, or so I heard, so let us not stand around here, lest we be engulfed in flames ourselves."
Stas gave her a short nod and slowed his pace so that the others would pass him, he had taken up the position of rear guard, and he would stay as rear guard unless someone else who was better at the job appeared. After a short while, it began to rain, turning the dirt road muddy. Stas despite the rain kept his head on a swivel, scanning the tree lines and brushes. He was accustomed to running in mud, but he didn't enjoy it. The mud stuck to his shoes and made it more difficult to move quickly, the sounds weren't helping either. He muttered curses in both English and Russian as it got muddier. The road took a turn and he made sure to keep his footing. Edwin couldn't keep his footing though, and skidded into a tree trunk. Stas stopped and looked at him, scanning him for any injuries, he recalled that even the smallest of falls could sprain an ankle or break a finger.

"Sorry about that ladies and gentleman, feels like I'm running on ice." Edwin commented. Linnea, the floating girl came down to help him. Stas grumbled and spoke up, "Edwin, we'll have to make sure you haven't broken anything when we reach the village. And we'll get you some actual shoes." He said, looking at Linnea and Edwin. He noticed that they were wearing just some casual wear, unsuitable for this weather, but at least they were wearing pants. Juno was only wearing a shirt and skirt. He jogged over to Juno and looked around the bend, noticing that the village that they had to reach was in sight. It was still a small ways away however. He stopped and planted his spear into the ground, "Officer Aulia," He said to get her attention, he took off his fur lined leather jacket and handed it to her, "It might be a bit small, but it's better than nothing." He picked up the spear once again and looked towards the village, "Can't be long now. Maybe we'll find a bar or something, where we could dry off." He noted the wood and stone buildings, he couldn't make out any details. He thought about what kind of weapons they might have, axes and hammers obviously, maybe chisels, judging by the wood and stone they used for their buildings and walls. He couldn't make any accurate judgments however, he had seen simple farmers living in mud huts suddenly whip out AK-47 assault rifles and several RPG-7 rocket launchers in his service. Thinking back, they probably weren't 'simple' farmers.

@Everyone

For a moment, as the tiger was going to speak... he stopped moving and froze as the rain stopped and the flames stopped moving, almost as if the fires were frozen in time. The Tiger's eyes were wide with shock, as was the Monkey girl's next to Kirrian, and Bola's next to Susan... something was just wrong with their expression. Every animal and creature was like they were in a fearful stance of what was to come. The trees began to wilt and immediately began to crumble to ash, and the skies above began to darken as a silent murmur could be heard in the back of every single person's head... almost like a subtle chanting in the back of everyone's head.

"Finally... Finally... Finally... Finally... Finally... Finally... Finally... Finally... Finally... Finally... Finally... Finally... Finally... Finally... Finally... Finally... Finally... Finally... Finally... Finally... Finally... Finally... Finally... Finally... Finally... Finally... Finally... Finally... Finally... Finally... Finally... Finally... Finally... Finally... Finally... Finally... Finally... Finally... Finally... Finally... Finally... Finally... Finally... Finally... Finally... Finally... Finally... Finally... Finally... Finally... Finally... Finally... Finally... Finally... Finally... Finally... Finally... Finally... Finally... Finally... Finally... Finally... Finally... Finally... Finally... Finally... Finally... Finally... Finally... Finally... Finally... Finally... Finally... Finally... Finally... Finally... Finally... Finally... Finally... Finally... Finally... Finally... Finally... Finally... Finally... Finally... Finally... Finally... Finally... Finally... Finally... Finally... Finally... Finally... Finally... Finally... Finally... Finally... Finally... Finally... Finally... Finally... Finally... Finally... Finally... Finally... Finally... Finally... Finally... Finally... Finally... Finally... Finally... Finally... Finally... Finally... Finally... Finally... Finally... Finally... Finally... Finally... Finally... Finally... Finally... Finally... Finally... Finally... Finally... Finally... Finally... Finally... Finally... Finally... Finally... Finally... Finally... Finally... Finally... Finally... Finally... Finally... Finally... Finally... Finally... Finally... Finally... Finally... Finally... Finally... Finally... Finally... Finally... Finally... Finally... Finally... Finally... Finally... Finally... Finally... Finally... Finally... Finally... Finally... Finally... Finally... Finally... "



With a blood curdling roar, a behemoth emerged from the forest grounds, as large as the mountains and reaching high above into the skies with eight dark wings of draconic origin. With a face of that mixed between a horned serpent- a dragon perhaps? No, this was something far, far worse than any dragon or demon...



This... was a god brought forth from the depths of the realm of Kite, unleashed finally and freed upon the lands of to do whatever it so pleased.

Unleashing a menacing laughter, one that shook the very core of the land and separated the skies, the earth began to split apart and break as things began to crawl their way out from the ground. Horrendous abominations with decaying flesh and splitting ribs and acidic blood... all making their way and cutting off everyone from one another... creatures of varying size and of fairy tales of old.

It was almost as if hell was being brought down on Kite itself.

Immediately, Bola shoved a bow straight into Susan's arms before staring at the God. "Take Silvermoon... it is my mother's bow. I must protect the forest."

Nuzzling Coco, the large white tiger promptly stood up before walking away. "My name is Guren... Although, I suggest you start running now, human," spoke the tiger as it immediately started to dive head first towards where the craters were forming.

As for Kirrian's companion, the Monkey Girl just squeaked a bit before coiling up and huddling in the corner in fright of what was to come next... watching Kirrian as to what he would do next. Seemed as if he either had the option take her with him, or leave her behind.

Although, the situation remained the same for everyone, there were things everywhere... disgusting and disturbing things that were beginning to kill and destroy everything, and they were turning their attention to YOU. Whatever the case was, the earthquake thanks to the behemoth caused you to get separated, and now you're on your own for a while... Time to think of something, and fast.

The ground shook, or better said, the goddamn tree shook underneath Kirrian's feet which forced him to kneel so he didn't lose balance. Then...

"Mother of god..." Kirrian couldn't believe his eyes when he stared outside of the hut's opening. undead folk... Everywhere... Lead by a dragon... "...With claws as sharp as knives, the dragons rise..." Kirrian started to remember a song in his head, muttering the lyrics under his breath. God, at a time like this? What a music junkie he was.. Kirrian turned back to his "Host" who was now a cowering mess. "Oh do not even GIVE me that shit. You've proven to be stronger than me yet YOU'RE the one cowering in fear? Goddamnit..." This didn't phaze Kirrian anymore. He was in some sort of fucked up world where rules are made up as he goes along. And you know what? He's fine with it. Kick reason to a curb, then build a throne made of skulls.

"I'm taking this," Kirrian nabbed the girl's guitar and used the strap to keep it in place. "now do what ye want, but I'm getting out of here. You'd better do it too, those things look hungry." With that Kirrian rushed out the door, hopping down branch from branch until finally he made it to floor level. Those abominations were everywhere... Sick. Absolutely sick. It seemed they were spreading, so Kirrian dashed for it further in the forest.