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 “Let’s go,” Cat nodded and launched forward. She stepped on a tree top, as if it was flat and jumped on branches like they were just there to accommodate her - and her alone. Seeing how gracefully she moved, how quietly she landed, and the lack of leaves separating and falling from the trees, it was hard to imagine this had once been someone born with a silver spoon in her mouth. It hadn’t come easy though. Running on trees was a hard-earned discipline to master, indeed. Years of stumbling and falling had gone by, and marked each failure with a cut or a bruise. Now, this fairly low-risk transportation served as a big factor in her survival. One should never underestimate the usefulness in being able to choose one’s battles. A quick look behind, told her that here actually _was _a person, able to keep up when moving above ground. Not a bad- Cat stopped. Both her body and mind. With an expression of much concern, she had landed on a tree and looked down. Her figure now tightened so much that the muscles started to hurt. Down there. 3 men stood. Their armor thick, yet movement far from slow. Their vision like scanners; finding irregularities. In their arms: automatic rifles were at the ready. Yeah, Cat had encountered them before. _GE-agents…_ “Oh shit,” Cat mumbled with a certain amount of stress. “They found them. GE found the frickin’ bodies…” She then turned to Blake. “I was kinda hoping you would eat them. The bodies, I mean. Remove all traces of their existence and stuff. Guess that is too late now.”

Hey, I will try to get a post up later today.

Well, keeping a rp alive means communicating in both IC and OC. And getting people to join really is a roll of the dice, I guess, as the combination of people are always the most important factor.

**Drake Baku:** I'm glad you like the image. Making the blue eye was the real challenge, but when it was done, I felt quite satisfied. Runa is actually a pretty original character. I certainly haven't seen someone like that in a rp yet :D For now she is rather unique. I wanted to take the time to mention that. **And Zmerr**: I like your character too. Many people in other rp's go after making the biggest, strongest and most bad-ass warrior out there, but you went in a more interesting direction. Such things creates opportunity to have memorable and interesting scenes in a rp.

> So I just stumbled into someone's line of sight. Doesn't really matter who. I've been a bit late getting into the rp, and I don't wanna read who is wear. Well, I feel my character has already recognized the presence of several characters, and is finding a good purpose in the overall story, being played out. So me and Drake Baku might not be where your character should be heading. But if there are no one ready to interact with your character for the moment, then how about creating some stuff on your own to show us what makes your character special? We will read it and learn, and maybe what you write can expand the world our characters live in. And as you write, read up (or just skim) on what we have been taken the time to write. All writers like to have people read their work. It will give you a sense of what is happening, who the characters are, and there aren't that much to catch up on anyway.

When I was about to post, I found a good way to illustrate who my character was interacting with. Include the other character in the image above! :D

 If there was one thing Cat recognized, it was the pain only bitter memories could inflict. On this island her own past seemed so long ago. And she had nothing – no signs or proof it had even existed. Not a single token. Every stone, mark, sign or trinket on her came from somewhere else than her home with the Goldsteins. For a moment it too showed on her – the bitterness. And then she removed it. Replaced it with a smirk. “Well, mate, I will totally do my best to calm down, then,” she said to Blake with a fabricated cheerfulness. “I calm _down_, and you don’t roar when I jump _up_. Ready?” And then she was off. In a fluid movement Cat jumped up to a nearby branch. Swung further upwards like an Olympic with a gymnastic bar. And landed on the neighbor tree, as if gravity didn’t apply to her. “Tell you what. I say what _I_ want.” She balanced on a thick branch and approached Blake. Looked into his eyes - one yellow, one not. Only at the edge, less than two meters from the one he sat on, did she continue her words. “I want you to help me with something. You see the way I came from, to the east?” she pointed briefly. “There’s a ruin, not 500 meters from here. I left something there. If you go with me, and don’t ask questions until we’re there. I’ll make it worth your while, mate. You might wanna change back though. There is only one pace - my pace.” Giving the mysterious creature, Blake, a moment to think, she sat down and crossed her legs. It was in moments like these she rubbed the amulet on her neck with the symbol of “freedom” in Kanji. It was not often she let anything get this close. Not unless she wanted something. But the east had been a concern ever since she left the forsaken ruins there.

> btw wilson, when you have posted I will be able to post again ^^ Why not just post your characters separately? You can have their name as a headline, so we know which one you are rp'ing.

 ### Cat Her greatest victories had always been the battles she had avoided. _That’s right, Little Warrior, you keep walking,_” she thought with slight relief, and it didn’t take long before the rabbit-mutant was gone. Only then did she holster her eager blades. This place - this island, was getting more dangerous. With each passing day she felt as if, every living soul became more desperate, more bloodthirsty, more savage. Weakness got stumped out in this world where mercy barely existed. And yet its beauty could not be denied. Cat had seen the sunsets rise over long gone monuments. Heard the call of birds grow in both strength and numbers. Tasted fruit that would only ripen once a year. And felt the pounding heart of a ferocious creature she spared. She wondered what part this new creature would play; would it be part of the island’s curse or beauty? Oh yes, she had seen the panther. Not at first, but as it moved closer. She saw it shift its shape without losing a tad of its natural strength. And with much attention she stared right back – very much aware and ready. She moved closer, much like a panther would step, but on 2 legs. She bend down at the lake, and as she held her open hand on the surface, something made the gentle pushing of the stream divert slightly. The lizard perhaps. Splashing water. Revealing his direction to whatever sea creatures who lived there, and those, like Cat, able to listen to waves. _But why? Why risk such a thing?_ Maybe it didn’t matter; Cat and the cat-man would have privacy, because The lizard was at a distance for now. Occupied with... something. "Yo, nice reflexes, what race are you, don’t worry, I am not a human either," the former panther said, while pulling some branches away. “I rarely worry, mate,” Cat answered and stood up, knowing full well those words weren’t quite true. “And ehm… let’s keep our histories to ourselves, shall we?” Suddenly she lowered her shoulders, dropped her gaze and wandered over to the bottom of the tree before looking up once again. “I’m Cat. And you might wanna tell little ol’ me what you want?” A harsh tone, and yet there was a certain respect in the way she looked at him. Maybe because he had approached her, as if she too was a predator to be acknowledge. _Two hunters in the deep jungle._

> > > > so we have 3 tribal-like hunters, Blake being a warrior from a tribe. > > > > > > And Vala'Keer being THE Warrior for all the tribes. Yeah, we'll have a lot of fun. Let's do our best to make them all seem different though :)