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Fantasy ☾ℒℯtℴ☽ *Closed Temp*

She decided to shift again, seeing as she could ask more questions as a human then as a fox, she quickly shifted moving strands of hair out of her eyes "Interesting" she muttered looking around, she could see further in this form, she was taller as a human, but what really caught her attention were the wasps, she wasn't used to seeing them, at least not in this area of the forest, when she saw where they were coming from, she became fearful, most foxes heard about Broodmothers when they were just kits, Delilah was not an exception.
 
Alexander looked up at Zanna, he leaned back against the wrecked ship, agreeing silently. His Right wrist was swollen and badly bruised, and his forehead had a deep gash across his forehead, that was crusted with blood, and still bleeding slightly.
 
Zanna remained quiet for a few moments, trying to figure out what to do with them all. After a little bit she came up with a risky plan in hindsight but may pay off for the survivors. "Are there any more survivors? If there is we should round them all up before heading to my village, its about an hour on foot from here" replied Zanna, still remaining hidden under her cloak for now. In time she may reveal herself, but not yet; there was no reason therefore no point.
 
Alexander looks up at Zanna, before shaking his head. "I don't think anyone else made it.." He looks toward the red Feline for her opinion. Alexander slowly stands up, swaying slightly, before steadying himself on the ship. He sighs heavily, his body ached, yet he just gritted his teeth. He had the bare the pain, he was vulnerable where he was, and he hated feeling vulnerable.
 
As Pharos examined the three, he felt a tiny finger tap his shoulder, and looked over at Kiera. "I sense something... strange about them... this is gonna sound strange but, I don't think they're from around here at all.... maybe not even from Leto!" Pharos' eyes widened. "You mean like... another dimension?!" "M-maybe, it's just a strange feeling...." Pharos looked towards these new people. "W-well, I have many questions I could ask you but all of you probably need to rest first. I could lead you to safety, I know the area decently, and I'm sure at least one of these three know it even better." He gestured towards the three females behind him. "My name is Pharos, by the way." As Pharos rather nervously introduced himself, Kiera flew over towards the red cat. 'Hey, aren't you gonna change forms? Unless you can speak in kitty form, it'd be kinda inconvinient, dontcha think?" Her tone was playful and friendly, like always.
 
Zanna shook her hooded head at Pharos, "My village is the only safe place for a long time, too many predators and too many violent tribes to worry about" replied Zanna towards Pharos, not meaning to sound disrespectful to him in the slightest, only trying to offer her professional opinion as she has spent many years exploring and surveying the areas.
 
"O-oh... I see... thanks for the heads up. We are quite a ways from where I saw this thing crash, now that I think of it." Pharos scratched the back of his neck nervously. "If you'd be willing to have guests in your village that sounds like a plan."
 
Zanna nodded at Pharos before turning to face the rest of the group, "Any objections?" asked Zanna, making sure everyone was ok with coming to her village; though judging the appearance from the rest of the people it looked like they were ready for shelter.
 
Ashlyn looked around at the crash site. She could sense that if there were still survivors, they weren't moving anytime soon. "I think for now, we are all that is left," she replied to his Crimson gaze. I think this is getting out of hand, Ashlyn. Her voice was right. Too many people means too many chances of screw up. But as long as I stay in this form... She thought but she knew she couldn't remain like this forever. Being a cat may have its perks, but she kind of liked her human body. "I'm not so sure about everything, but you do need to rest as the wasp lady suggested," she told him through what ever telepathic ability he seemed to posses. Maybe it was just with animals. Who knows. Not me, obviously.


 
Brook watched as the little fox girl came to join them. She sort of reminded her of an innocent child. Maybe this was sort of her first adventure. Perhaps this will be a good experience for the fox shifter. The witch thought, but she couldn't help feel like such innocence should not be near such as herself. "I have no village so it makes of no difference to me," she spoke Coldly. It would be good to see different tribes. A little detour from her trip wouldn't hurt. Besides, though her face didn't show it, she was quite interested in these strangers
 
A loud grunt escaped the ship wreckage - though somewhat late, Noah finally made himself aware of his surroundings, throwing a piece of scrap off of his chest and stepping out of the wreck. With squinting eyes, he rubbed the back of his head. The cutting-damage had been regenerated easily, and he was at no danger from it. However, blunt trauma was holding him back. The bones that he would usually be dependent on had been bruised and broken, and at this point, he would need time before using his abilities properly.


The reason that he dwelled on this so much was because he was not anywhere recognizable. And it scared him. A tie hung loosely around his throat, and he wore what others could consider a normal office uniform, though not properly; the tie was loose, his buttons undone and his shirt untucked.


For now, he simply stood outside of the wreck, staring into nothingness as he attempted to understand his surroundings. There was a crash ... and then ... eghh ...
 
Mutt had somehow forgotten where he was... Something which was a little funny to him. How do you forget where you are! It's not like it's an easy thing to forget after all... And yet none-the-less he had forgotten. He was in some sort of broken ship, he could tell that... And he had a rather large cut on his forehead. That couldn't be good... Slowly, he stood up from where he was and stumbled a bit, trying to keep his balance. Relatively, he was unharmed other than the apparent brain trauma, and rather large cut on his face. After a moment he managed to wander outside of the rubble, and squinted a bit before glancing around. People! There were other people! "Hello mates!" He called without much care for how loud he was being. "Can anyone give me a helping hand maybe?"
 
Pharos was startled by a sudden voice. He turned in the direction of it, squinting to see where it came from. It was a young man with a rather prominent cut on his head. He turned to the others. "There might be more survivors than we thought." Pharos approached the stranger cautiously, and Kiera fluttered ahead of him to greet the young man. Her tiny form fluttered in front of his face as she jovially greeted him. "Hi! We're actually here to do just that!" Pharos smiled and shook his head. "That's very true, Kiera, but give the poor fellow some space." Kiera fluttered back towards Pharos, landing on his shoulder. "Sorry about my little friend there. She can be... overexcited at times. You look injured. I can heal you, and we're trying to round up as many as we can and lead you to safety before it gets dark. my name's Pharos, by the way. Nice to meet you."
 
"The pleasure is mine!" Mutt replied sit a deep bow. This turned out to be a bad decision however, as he quickly grew dizzy and had to lean back up . "I'm...uh...." His brow furrowed in thought as he tried to remember the name he had told himself only moments before. "Mutt! That's it, my name is Mutt! And it's a pleasure to meet you both." His smile stayed the entire time, even when he was frowning in thought, as if it were impossible for him to stop being cheerful . "And I would greatly appreciate your help."
 
Zanna turned towards Mutt when she heard the noise of another survivor, him looking pretty banged up like the rest of the survivors. what exactly was this strange metallic thing, or, er.., what was it was the better word. It crashed from the heavens, and had people in it, that's all she knew. The new boy introduced himself as mutt, fitting as he had some sort of animal ears. Anyways she simply nodded her head from underneath her cloak, "Very well then, you may come with us back to my village" replied Zanna before turning back to the crash sight for one more scan to see if they were leaving anyone out.
 
Kiera giggled. "Mutt, huh? That's a funny name! I like it!" Pharos laughed a bit at Kiera's childish remark. After Zanna made her comment towards mutt, Pharos nodded towards her, then looked back towards Mutt. "Now, let's see if I can't heal that nasty cut of yours." Pharos stood back, closed his eyes and exhaled out his mouth. What he exhaled was not normal air- it was a light blue gaseous substance. It also didn't dissipate naturally like any other gas- it seemed to seek Mutt's wounds and float towards them, said wounds closing after a matter of seconds. "There, you probably still have a bit of a headache but you're not bleeding anymore."
 
Mutt was slightly overwhelmed by all the new people, but he seemed to be coping fairly well. Once the blue smoke came of Pharos mouth however, his eyes practically blushed out of his head as he let out a large gasp. "Woah..." He whispered softly before looking at the man as he started to hop up and down slightly in excitement. "How did you do that?! Can you teach me?!"
 
Brook just watched on without interruption. She sent Misery to scan the area for life and she had finally returned. "Anything?" She spoke to the silver pelted cat. "Over there. The only living thing moving at least," She responded telepathically. Brook looked out to see another body moving with sluggish speed. She turned to Zanna, "Over there. Someone else," She whispered coldly not wanting to interrupt the cheerful exchange between the three. @Gospeller @Federoff
 
Pharos was startled at Mutt's sudden excitement. '"W-well I'm not sure. I've never really tried to teach my abilities before, but I've never heard of anything but Wind Draiks being able to conjure the cleansing Winds... that's what that ability is called anyway." Kiera then spoke up, flitting around in front of Mutt's head. "Speaking of cool abilities, what kind of stuff can you do? it's wierd, I can't sense your species... it's almost like you're a blank slate, that you can choose to be whatever you want... but i've never heard of something like that before!"
 
Ashlyn remained quite. Not that she had much choice being in cat form. She watched the adorable Pharos help Mutt, a new adorable creature, heal his wounds. Your fondness for cute things is impeccable. She rolled her kitty eyes. Cute things are usually innocent and non-threatening. Ashlyn had never actually been cute. Her adoptive sister was and she adored her, but Ashlyn had always been a trouble maker. I wish I could just get my paws around them and squeeze. She thought twitching a little from excitement. And this is why children stay away from you. She hated her inner thoughts.
 
A cold, wispy breeze flowed through the everlasting forest and shook the leaves like a rattle. Some drifted to the perilous ground below, while others held tight onto their wooden homes. Underneath these grand trees walked a woman and a large tiger. They were silent, but one could tell just by looking that their bond was strong. The fallen leaves were crushed under their footsteps, leaving a silent trail of destruction behind them. The magnificent tiger's long fur billowed like a curtain in the fresh wind. It's grace was indescribable.


The tiger suddenly came to a stop. He seemed to be listening to the wind and its gentle whisper. The snow elf turned towards him, and after a moment of silence, spoke up.


"What do you hear?" She asked in a voice that was soft and slightly charming. He was silent, only staring in the direction that the wind was blowing from. Finally, he spoke as well. It was a magnificent voice full of wisdom and strength. The voice of a king.


"I hear people who are not native to these lands." His glowing turquoise eyes never left the direction of the unknown voices. Evangelina's face remained calm, despite the curiosity she felt.


"Shall we approach?" Her gaze flicked down to the beautiful animal standing next to her. Aslan's silky fur continued to sway in the wind. It was mesmerizing.


"No. They are not destined to cross our paths yet." He said in response, finally breaking his eyes away from the treeline. The two stared at each other for a moment. And then the tiger suddenly chuckled; a deep rumble that brought comfort to the snow elf.


"Come, Evangelina. We will observe. For now."


The two disappeared into the shrubbery and further away from the recently crashed group.
 
"Hm? Oh!" Mutt exclaimed as he looked up at the small fairy with a nod. "I suppose you're right! I can! I had completely forgotten what I could do." Maybe his memory loss was worse than he thought! Quickly he glanced around before his eyes settled on a certain animal he could easily imitate... Unfortunately for this animal, it was Ashlyn. "Can you bring me the cat can I'll show you what I can do?" He was anxious to please his new friends... To show them the cool stuff he could do.
 
(Only post for awhile but yall are welcome to pick me up all good with me)


Ashlyn squeaked. Pick me up?! I hate being held. Looking around, she thought of ways to expand. You asked for this so you will stay and take it. Ashlyn took a deep breath and growled. Just grit your teeth and bare. She thought to herself. "Save me," she sent a pleaing look towards the Crimson eyes man. No matter how cute something is. Being man handled is not fun.
 
Pharos looked slightly confused towards Mutt for a second, then began to cautiously approach Ashlynn. She didn't run away or try to scratch or bite him, so he carefully scooped her up. He walked towards Mutt, Ashlynn in hand. "Whatever you're going to do, do it quickly. The cat doesn't seem to like this..."
 
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Ashlyn froze at the touch. Her body completely stiff as the draik boy carried her over to Mutt. He doesn't look like he is going to do anything. She reassured herself. If it turns bad you can always transform. That was true. She kept her eyes shut as she was transported.
 
Mutt smiled happily and looked down at the cat, raising an eyebrow. "She's not normal..." He murmured softly before concentrating intensely on the feline an causing his smile to disappear for the first time since he had shown up. Suddenly his dog like ears turned into the cats, even matching the colored tint of its fur. Whiskers grew slightly on his far, and his pupils changed into slits so commonly seen on felines. "There. Tada!"
 

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