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Fantasy The Summits

Constane smelled something in the air due to his smell in the form. He peeked up, yipping to every one to follow him. He ran around to the water. The smell got stronger... Reminded him from the lab.... The smell... The smell.... He kept tears back, as he shifted to a wolf to get faster sense of smell. He finally reached his destination.... He wished he hadn't. He saw... A human shirt... Recently worn. And the smell.... Was... Also... In the ocean....


No.


No....


NOOOOO!!!!!!


He howled in frustration. He couldn't bear to think of it.... Tears came down his face.....
 
OOC: Oh gosh... I stop Rping for a few hours and it goes from page 4 to 28. xD Anyone mind briefing me on what happened?


IC: XY shuffled slightly, groaning yet still slightly passed out. She hadn't fully awakened yet, so she just lied there for a little bit longer, the sun just barely hitting her pale legs.
 
Wraps gets up and follows the dog, he dashes through the woods right behind the dog.


When they get to the shirt he carefully approaches it, making sure it's not rigged.


he begins reading it, as Wraps reads, his eyes widen, "An escape plan!" He exclaims.


He carefully unties the shirt and takes it off the tree, "I got to show the others!"


Wraps then darts back to camp.
 
He kept on crying, and took the shirt for himself. He wanted to carry that burden. The burden of failure. Failure to save anyone....
 
Seth had watched for awhile, before eventually falling asleep sitting up against the wall, his hands still moving erratically. He woke up, now rested enough to go on for awhile. He heard them speaking about the safety of the place if they attack. He stood up, putting his hands behind his back to seem a bit more normal. He didn't trust all these people, but he needed them. He walked to the girl, now in tears and scared, while the mummy-esque boy ran off. He walked to the crying girl, and trying to be a gentleman, crouched down, trying to be comforting.


"Hey, I just woke up. You can go ahead and take my spot over there. You're safe now, you don't have to cry. We all just want to help out, even if we're a bit of an odd group."
 
Tugboats said:
Seth had watched for awhile, before eventually falling asleep sitting up against the wall, his hands still moving erratically. He woke up, now rested enough to go on for awhile. He heard them speaking about the safety of the place if they attack. He stood up, putting his hands behind his back to seem a bit more normal. He didn't trust all these people, but he needed them. He walked to the girl, now in tears and scared, while the mummy-esque boy ran off. He walked to the crying girl, and trying to be a gentleman, crouched down, trying to be comforting.
"Hey, I just woke up. You can go ahead and take my spot over there. You're safe now, you don't have to cry. We all just want to help out, even if we're a bit of an odd group."
(Who's the girl?)
 
Wraps darts through the woods, taking the same path as he did following the dog.


When he ran into the shelter, he tripped, he nearly ruined the message on the shirt.


When he got up he started reading the plan to escape on the shirt to everyone.


"So, what do you guys think?" He says, holding the shirt in one hand.


"I think, it's a pretty good idea!" He says, smiling.
 
Xeno238 said:
Wraps darts through the woods, taking the same path as he did following the dog.
When he ran into the shelter, he tripped, he nearly ruined the message on the shirt.


When he got up he started reading the plan to escape on the shirt to everyone.


"So, what do you guys think?" He says, holding the shirt in one hand.


"I think, it's a pretty good idea!" He says, smiling.
Constance snatched the shirt back, making sure to not damage it. He growled, territorial of the shirt. It felt like it was his sin. His pennance for not finding him
 
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Tatt laughed the entire way back to her hovel. These idiots had nothing to look forward to except a death that they couldn't come back from. From now own, they'd just be another resource to harvest. Pulling the rock aside in her hovel, Tatt crawls back underground. Her life down here was much simpler, only the bones of the dead to bother her. After the annoyance at the group above the bones themselves began to look much more tempting.
 
Vi was curled up, still asleep for stayinf up for a long time. She felt sunlight through the canvas and curled into herself. She would be able to go out long because it was probably a nice day out. Crap.
 
Wraps backed away from the dog slightly.


He wasn't one to start an argument or anything, so Wraps stands down.


He walks over and leans on a wall of the shelter, he contemplates the escape plan several times in his head.


After a while he finally worked it all out, he smirked at himself proudly.
 
Darman had fallen out. Such a stupid idea to try and stand tough like that after an episode. Now he was finally pulling himself up. His head didn't hurt, so he was good on the stress. No insanity yet. A quick look around and he saw Vi. She had been pretty drained last time he saw her as well. Finally, with a determined push, he was on steady feet again and approached the small huddle of those awake. "What goes on?"
 
He tossed the shirt on his back, and went into the bush to tie it on his neck/mane. He came back with it snugly tied
 
Vi heard the ruckus in the shelter and made a small squeak of discomfort before looking up. Her short white hair stood straight up on end and the skin, translucent around her eyes was pink. Oh the simple joys of morning faces. She looked to darman and then the others. "Mornin... ahhh.. whats up lovelies?"
 
Darman glanced at Vi inquisitively. Obviously something happened. There were new faces and apparently some emotion in the air. He always hated falling out. It was outright embarrassing as well as dangerous. Also, hard to catch up on events.
 
Vi saw the shirt and seemed to lose even more color in her face. She feigned ignorance and continued on having a seemingly good morning mood. White was dead.. "we found two more people.. useful and nonthreats.. but it seems that we have lost the thin one from yesterday.." she said, tone of voice neutral as she didnt know what to make it. "Excuse me.." she slipped out of the shelter, sprinting into shade, and stood under a near tree to collect her mind. They lost one.. who she cry, frown, would her old self scratch irs way to the surface to moarn? She didnt know him, she told herself.
 
The rustling in the tree could have given away her spot as said girl awoke, the 'Y' side had calmed down, letting 'X' show herself. She rubbed her eyes then her temples, what a fall. Giggling softly, she peered down at her savior, branches jumbled like a nest; Odd, I'm grateful but still, odd, she thought to herself. Better get a move on, I can hear faint voices and it seems the plane is just over there, she mentally pointed to the plane crash which was just below the tree and a bit away. She carefully climbed down, checking around before bolting off towards it.
 
Constance took off after her, feeling her pain. He transformed into the fox once more, shirt acting as a cape. He circled around her, licking her and nuzzling into her to make her feel better.
 
After all that, someone died. After all that pain and yelling and threats, he died. What were his last words to the kid? Nobody dies. But he did. The flashbacks from his last trip to insanity started flashing again. All the blood and a screaming figure. Then one figure gracefully dieing without a sound. It happened. It couldn't be reversed.


Darman grasped his pole and started a way away from the shelter before finding a suitable open area. With one deep breath he started gathering his mind into one blank form. And with that form, he started his movements. The pole started spinning and striking as if tossed about on the wind with is movements. It looked as if he were having a mock fight. He swung his pole around concentrating only on the movements, the feelings. He felt at peace.


The thoughts came in again. The boy was dead. As the thoughts pushed into his mind, his movements became tighter, more aggressive. He moved as if the pole were the tendrils of a fire. The ground was kicked up by some strikes and others met just the air, but carried a heavy weight of what would be death. He continued swinging and spinning, gritting his teeth until one final movement. He thrust his pole downward with both hands just between his feet with a pained yell carrying every emotion from frustration to hate. He drive the pole in deep with that one strike and sunk down to his knees, still grasping it firmly. He stayed silent and unmoving from that position, simply listening to the sounds around him.
 
Luna had watched the entire thing from the top of the tree. Extending her wings, she blocked out any light coming from the sky with her wings that spread vastly over the gray sky. She looked at everyone, her voice carrying in the wind as she sung. She was trying to stay calm and not kill anyone at the moment.
 
Vi smiled easily, but in a confused and dead sort of way. "Please.. i dont know how to react to comfort. Just give me some time to think.. please?" She asked the fox boy, being stiff to itsattemps. The skin around her red eyes was red itself. White brows creased.
 
He stopped. He shook his head in defiance. He was not letting anyone fall into despair. Not letting another incident like this happen again! He curled up near her, and smiled, nuzzling under her arms.
 

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