@Alisdragon911

"Touchy." He said as she sped away ahead. He looked off toward the mountain. Someone getting carried off by monster wasn't good, but there was really nothing he could do about that unless he wanted to hike all over that mountain searching. He raised a hand to it. "Sorry!" He said. Then he spun around and made his way after his new friend.

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@Nikki Moonlight@Kelewen@Marcus XVI

"That porcelain doll?" Dinah scoffed. "How could you have had any trouble with her. Don't tell me ya-" She didn't get to finish that sentence as she spotted the scene up ahead. "What the hell happened there?"

Snakes and bodies. Snakes lying on bodies. Some snakes fat and happy with bodies inside them, sunning themselves on the banks. As she watched one of the more curious of the gators ambled up on to the bank, grabbed and body, and dragged it back down into the murk of the river. But the strangest thing was that every snake turned its head to look at the approaching party and stared, with fixed gaze, at them. It was like the stares she got when she walked unannounced into some high society party or art gallery. Naked resentment that she even existed.

It was sort of comforting that even the nob was getting some of that.

"I don't like this." She said.

@Gentlemanvaultboy

John stopped and stood still. "Shit...." he muttered. Then he said, "She put up a hell of a fight...Almost like she ain't human."

@Gentlemanvaultboy

"It is okay, I am not strong enough to help." Rain sighs as she stops in her tracks. Her toes steps into a black pool of black blood. She guess there is a monster monster still around as she notices sticky webs on the path, she quickly unravels the chain around her leg and swings it. A large spider jumps down from its hiding spot. Rain notices it already in a figh but with what. She hits the spider with her chain in the wound it is still bleeding from.

"I might be, but I don't have that kind of tiAAAGHHHHHHH!" Gregor screamed as the spider leaped down from the tree. He drew on the the knives he had looted from the native hunters and lunged at the arachnid while it was distracted by Rain, aiming for the delicate joints the connected its long hairy legs to its body. If he could get in there he could probably lever one of its legs off.

Oliver was in his memories. At least, that's what they seemed to be. He was getting captured, by the people. They relentlessly stalked the slaves even now. When he was captured, Oliver hadn't chose to fight because they might find him. He shuddered as he watched the scene, but it quickly turned to determination. He was going to kill the woman who captured him, and no one would get in his way.