[b][center][h3]Orion - 空で飛びている[/h3][/center][/b]

Orion lay on the ground panting. Well. He wasn't dead. Define pro. He wasn't surrounded by bodies and couldn't remember killing anyone. All good things. Oh yeah, and he wasn't a giant bloodthirsty wolf anymore. On the con side however, Orion could still feel the wolf inside of him. Like it was taking a nap and waiting for its chance to try to eat people again. Hopefully it wouldn't wake up anytime soon because Orion had no intention of feeding it. Or ever, if it never woke up he could live with that as well. Orion slowly stood up and flexed all his limbs experimentally, including his tiny dragon ones, everything seemed to be in order. He let out a sigh of relief. Well, things could've gone worse.

The next question was his course of action. He'd failed that quest thingy so he didn't get to ask any questions. He had nothing with him besides the clothes on his back. Orion figured the best thing to do would be to try to find the other people who'd been in that room, maybe they were alive, and better yet, had some idea of what was going on. However he had no idea where [i]he[/i] was, much less anyone else. At least he didn't stand out too much, many of the 'people' here had far more... Additions than he did. Orion resigned himself to wandering around and hoping for the best. 

Maybe he could find a newspaper, or a homeless shelter, or something. Did this place have those? He yawned as he began walking in a random direction, he could take a nap right here and it wasn't he had anything that could be stolen, but he still wanted to do something productive before he took a nap. Plus these weirdos might take slaves or something, and he didn't want to get mixed up with any of that. Something snagged at his memory, a luchador with lightning fists. Gawds his first day here was weird as all heck. Least if he saw a luchador with lightning fists he would know he was on the right track.