Did she apologize, really? That was something he wouldn't have expected from her at all. Then again, he might just be thinking of himself at that moment. He had no reason to apologize for his own actions, nor would he ever do so. Games were supposed to be about fun, right? Well he was just allowing himself to have as much fun as he possibly could, yet it didn't seem that she enjoyed the same brand of fun that he had. Yet she had done so much to the rabbit, kicking it and even whacking the lights out of it out. Yet she hadn't enjoyed playing with him. What the hell was he going on about anyways? Yes, no one could hear his inner thoughts-- but still they made no sense at all. None of it did. He could hear the rustling of branches as she must have gone up in the trees. He could no longer hear her footsteps behind him, oh well whatever. He could care less if she followed or not. It wasn't like they were a team or anything, hell all he needed was his rabbit! The thing was still out cold, but it seemed to shift slightly, its little head going to basically nuzzle into his arm. Was he really carrying the thing around with him? Weren't games about having fun and fighting stuff? No he hadn't fought the thing but caught it and was now carrying it like some pet. Well what could he say, he had a small soft spot for the thing. People were assholes and bitches, they back stabbed people-- but animals were something else. They were what they were, prey was prey and predators were predators. Sure a predator could be tamed, but said beastie wouldn't easily turn once tamed. Animals were a lot better than people. He would think this of course, he had a shitty life outside of this game. Yes, it had gotten better, but the emotional scars were still there. His parents could have cared less about him, his father was a bastard that abused the living hell out of him. Yet he wasn't allowed to cry out one bit. The only person who gave a damn about him was his sister, and she was gone too. Now as Camus, he had a new start. No wonder why he had made himself like he did. If he manipulated people first, than they couldn't hurt him. If he treated them like toys and he played with them before throwing them aside, they would break-- but he wouldn't. He had to think highly of himself, because no one else sure as hell was gonna do it. He had been so lost in thought as he walked, that he didn't feel the presence before it appeared. The presence being a young pinkette that came falling through the branches. She was talking to herself and blaming the tree-- which she kicked. Well this seemed like an interesting one to say the least. She had gone to plop down under the kicked tree. She seemed shocked about her appearance and sad about not getting to look around. He had come to a hault before her , crimson eyes looking her over. He had a feeling Lollie was close by, something told him that the girl was slightly obsessed with him. "Nice going, you're the second person I've seen who has believed they could fly. Just because we have pointy ears doesn't make us fairies. We can't fly off to Never Never Land." Though as he spoke he smiled at the girl. "Unless your gonna say you meant to do that. That kicking the poor tree was all part of your plan" a small chuckle left his lips. He held his hand out, all the while still cradling the rabbit. He seemed nicer than he had when he had met Lollie, though it was just a matter of time before this one got to see his true self too. Oh he was analyzing this one too, but it was all about experience. "Name's Camus and who might you be, surprised little pixie ya. Clearly you're not Tinkerbell." He had read a great deal of things and the story of Peter Pan and the Lost Boys, well it held special meaning-- though honestly it worked in this situation.
The way she had to twist and turn her body around some of the branches and vines along her chosen path was enough to make anyone's muscles want to ache, and she had never been so glad, in her life, for the profession she actually held in the real world. Who would have ever thought that being a bar dancer would come in handy for anything like the situation she was currently in? Those were thoughts for a different time, though. The point of her even being in this game was to take an escape from reality and explore new things, right? Her thoughts might have been able to wander more, honestly, if it wasn't for the pain in her leg. Every step and twist of the injured appendage had it twinging. She didn't exactly pay it any mind other than the occasional wince, though. It seemed that even with her setting for 'realistic' pain, she had a decent tolerance. The bigger problem, at this point, was the fact that it was still bleeding. Already it had soaked through her make-shift bandage. The scent alone was likely to draw the attention of some predator, but there wasn't much she could really do about it, but try to handle it if it happened. Camus was still ahead of her. She hadn't lost sight of him, even with the slightly slower pace she had set herself at, for now. He was still carting around the damned rabbit and that gods-forsaken stick, too. She really didn't understand him. Of course, she didn't really understand why she bothered to follow him, either. True, there was safety in numbers, but he surely wasn't worried about having her back. That was kind of apparent, with the way he didn't even bother to see if she was still following him or even look back. There was that twisted little thought that it would be fun to watch from her higher perch as something did attack him, also. Maybe she was the more twisted one here. Who knew? She was still learning herself. Making a leap across a particularly wide span between two branches, she sucked in a quick breath as her left foot slipped and she barely caught herself, her arms jerking out to her sides, quickly, to help her maintain her balance. 'Stay focused, Lorelei.' She thought to herself as she steadied herself and continued on her path. So far, the only things she had encountered were Camus and the rabbit, but there had to be more creatures and people about, somewhere, and she didn't have a desire to meet either broken or in a heap on the ground from a fall. No, she had to be certain that she was in as close to top state as possible, in case the inevitable did happen. She had gone only a few yards more through the trees when she heard the commotion of branches snapping and a solid thud. Stopping on the branch she currently stood on, she narrowed her eyes as she peered through the foliage and up towards where she had heard the sounds. Partly she wondered if it would be something going after Camus, but as her mossy-toned hues looked over the scene before her, she could see that wasn't the case. No, the source of the commotion appeared to be another Yladian. This one female, like her, but with pink hair. She couldn't quite hear the words spoken between the two, and she started to move closer. She planned to hop down and introduce herself to this new person, whom obviously had to be a player, with the way she had come in. The game, it seemed, had different plans, though. Just as she reached the two, Lorelei's steps were halted in the branches just above their heads. The reason? A very loud, almost ear-splitting shriek rang through the air around them. Accompanying the sound was a sudden rush of air that to her sounded very familiar, though she couldn't quite place the sound. Looking up and around, her ears twitched, and her eyes widened, as she located the source of the horrid scream. Even knowing this was a game and anything was possible, she almost couldn't believe her eyes. Just above the treeline, circling them, was a very large bird. The over-sized bird's feathers were black as coal and its beak was a brilliant orange. It resembled a raven and looked like it could easily be twice Camus' height if it were it to land near them, and from the sound of that shriek, it was on the hunt. That was the only thought she needed, in order to know that it had already, most likely, spotted them, and she quickly jumped down from her perch, her eyes glancing between the two before she grabbed each of their arms and pulled them back into the shadows of the trees. “NO TIME FOR INTRODUCTIONS, WE NEED A PLAN!”
As Caelynn sat there for a moment or two, she wondered what she should do next. The next best option was to wander around and see what there was to see and do. After all this was a new world with many possibilities and new adventures to up hold. It was amazing. It couldn;t be helped that the excitement she felt was growing bigger and bigger. The feeling was contagious as she felt the energy make its way to her mouth causing her to smile to herself. She wondered if joining this game truly was a good idea. Although her thoughts reverted back to advertisements. She didn't want to owe money from the time she was exploring this new world. If anything that would be a real downer. If anything that email should of said Hey! How's about a new world to explore? Be cautioned there is money to pay to stay in this place. The very thought of that turned her stomach. Still she sighed and tried to not let it bother her. Caelynn's smile disappeared when she heard footsteps approaching her. She looked up at the male towering over her. He looked kind of like her. Long hair and pointy ears. They must of been of the same race. She kept looking up at him and listened to the words he spoke to her. "Hey! I never once thought I could fly. For your information the game put me here. I figured I would climb higher and look around. It's just the tree didn't like me climbing so it got rid of me." She turned her head and shot a small glare at the tree behind her. "So rude." Taking his hand, Caelynn got up slowly and looked in his arms as he held a rabbit. "Whoa...How did you get a rabbit? Wait....Stupid question. You probably caught it or bought it." She sighed and rubbed her thighs carefully. In order to not feel sluggish, she had the game at realistic pain when creating her character. Although she didn't like pain, she could tolerate it. Atleast hopefully this minor setback wouldn't last too long. Fixing her pink hair, she heard him talking about Neverland and Tinkerbell. It brought her memories of Peter Pan. She smiled knowing it was her favorite story read to her. She liked all the movie adaptions that had been created for Peter Pan as well. If only she could of been Tinkerbell...If only. "Of course I'm not Tinkerbell." She looked up at him and lowered her head before mumbling something under her breath. "She's with Peter Pan in Neverland with the Lost Boys." Neverland, Peter Pan and everything the story held was very real to her. She believed there was a star that could lead a person to the place where they'd never grow up. However this game was no place for Peter Pan. It was just a story. The term was being used as a simile. "My name is Caelynn. Nice to meet you as well Camus." While everything seemed to be getting off to a good start, she heard a sound coming from the sky. It made her flinch. "Oh no!" Looking up, Caelynn only thought that she had no idea how anything worked. Not only that but this was a giant bird. It could fly and definitely had the advantage over them. Another shriek and her ears twitched. Shouldn't they run or climb a tree or dig a hole? Anything to get away from this predator that clearly was looking for food to devour. Her eyes moved around as there was really no place for them to go. "Great! I just entered the game and now I'm gonna die. Perfect! Well this was a waste of time!" Before Caelynn could actually give up, another person that looked like her appeared. This time it was a female. “NO TIME FOR INTRODUCTIONS, WE NEED A PLAN!” Before she knew it, Caelynn was being pulled by her arm into a place of shadows by some trees. Where did this person come from? Had she always been around? Did she know the guy who was talking to her about flying and Peter Pan? "A plan...Right!" They needed to think of something fast. What could they do against a giant bird out for prey? What even attracted the bird in the first place? There really wasn't much time to think of anything. Looking around and at the players, Caelynn looked at Camus. "I don't know how attached you are to that rabbit but I think we should feed it to the bird. Atleast it will get it's food and we might live to see another day." The pinkette was prepared for any type of reaction. Although looking around this seemed like the best thing to do. "I just entered the game and I'm not about to get eaten by Jaws who apparently evolved into a giant bird!"
The pinkette seemed to be interesting enough to him, she actually knew of Peter Pan and his Lost Boys. She was a strange one though, she spoke to the tree as if it could hear her and fear her. It was amusing to say the least, though the question was she useful? She hadn't slapped his hand away and had even asked about Trouble. "Yup caught it, wasn't that hard to catch either" he stated almost proudly. It really had , not after it had been angered by Lollie. All he had to do was grab it by the scruff of its neck and the rest was history. Though he wouldn't go into the details of his catch. He had heard her mumbling under her breath, his ears twitching slightly at the words. Such a childish way of thinking, but in this game maybe Neverland did somehow exist. Maybe it did, it wasn't exactly impossible. Though wouldn't that call for some copyright infringement if they had included the story of Neverland here. Maybe he just thought too black and white in things when it came to real terms of the game. So her name was Caelynn, seemed easy enough to remember. Though he would come up with another name for her more than likely. Then cue the screeching and the flapping of a giant pair of wings. His crimson eyes looked up to see the giant thing right before he was pulled into the shadows. "Have we not learned anything" he half snarled at being pulled into the shadows by Lollie. "Lollie..." his words froze and didn't leave his lips anymore, that was because the pinkette had made her suggestion. That was no plan at all. The rabbit seemed to be pulled tighter to his chest, though enough that it didn't suffocate the thing. A smile didn't show on his face at all "how about we feed you to the damn thing!" He didn't know what had come over him, why did he care about the damn bunny at all? He had been able to throw the thing away before he had decided on carrying it along with him. He hated other people but the beasties they were easier to get. Easier for him to want to be around, because they were better than people. "We are not giving the damn bird , Trouble" growls were coming from his lips. His crimson eyes actually darking slightly due to the rage that had overcome him. He had somewhere along the way decided he would make his own path when it came to the animals. A sick and twisted smirk went along his lips as darken crimson eyes looked at the pinkette. He could see it now, him throwing her over his shoulder as if she was simply a sack of potatoes and then going to offer her to the bird or as she called it, Jaws. He imagined the way she would scream as she was carried off in the talons of the giant thing. Or better yet the thing would grab her like a little pink worm and she would scream and beg for help as she was taken into the things mouth. His eyes went from the pinkette and back to Lollie, she was still bleeding. So probably him poking her with the stick didn't make it better, but oh well. "You touch my bunny, you will die. If not by the damn flying Jaws than I will come after you myself" he had shifted the bunny slightly so he could draw the sword at his side. He pointed the long sword at her and that smirk only seemed to grow. "Watching the little pink worm go down would be nice, but if I serve you up on a platter and offer it to Jaws than surly it will like me at least. I can just imagine it now." So maybe his sadistic side was a little less controlled than it could have been, but she had threatened his bunny. "Aren't all girls supposed to like bunnies and want to pet them and say how cute they are. Their supposes to scream and shriek and go 'please please don't let it eat me. Protect me oh mighty saviour of ours.' Then your supposed to hug each other and scream as the bird swoops down and when I slay the mighty beastie than you would congratulate me for my heroics." He had gone into an almost mocky higher pitched voice when he had pretended to speak as them. He was clearly full of himself and was feeding his ego or rather wanting them to feed it. "Though if you want to know what guided the bird here" he said and stepped closer to Lollie with that. "That would be because of this one here"he had gone to run the blunt end of the sword against her wound. He watched as it was stained with crimson blood. To this he went and licked the blood off the blade , the second time he had tasted her blood. "So personally I'm all up for serving either one of you to the bird. Trouble is not going to be used for such. So you two either beg for my help, one of you gets served up or I could just leave you both to be eaten. So what will it be Caellie or should I call you Cruellie? Still think Trouble is your one way out of this."
Already she could tell this new player was going to be a thorn in her side if she stuck around. She was loud and boisterous. Her personality was different than Camus' to be sure, but they both boiled down to the same thing, for different reasons. They would wind up getting themselves or someone else killed with their outlooks on how to do things and how to interact. Granted, the pinkette had an idea, but it wasn't the best one, considering releasing the rabbit to the bird would only draw the damned bird closer. Even without the fact that Camus seemed attached to it, what was she thinking? She had heard the slight snarl that Camus had given her, also, though her name was as far as he got with his words to her before he was turning back to the pinkette and allowing his anger to show over her idea of how to fend off the bird. Somehow she managed to remain calm, though, even with his shouted words, as her eyes lifted to watch the thing. It was circling closer and they were going to run out of time. “Camus, now isn't the time. Please, for once, stay calm?” She managed her words, her voice almost soothing, though the adrenaline in her system seemed anything but calm. Her attempt at helping to calm the male seemed in vain, though, as he only continued to threaten the new girl, calling her names and imagining how it would be to see her die. His current state surely wasn't going to help their current situation. Oh, but the more he spoke, the harder it was for her to keep her own anger in check. The man was infuriating, so why did she care so much if he stayed calm and survived? It was just a game. It wasn't like he wouldn't respawn or something if he were to die. The more she pondered over it, the more she was sure that her feelings were based in the fact that she felt like his personality came from something outside the game, and outside of her own character, she, herself, surely wasn't so cold-hearted as she seemed here. He had drawn his sword and was pointing it at the pinkette. “Camus, I'm not going to let her feed Trouble to the bird. We both know that won't help the situation. Come on, get a grip. We're going to need your help.” She was trying to reason with him, but it just wasn't working. He was on a rant now, speaking of apparently how he felt they should be reacting to the situation at hand. Some twisted idea of a 'fairy tale knight' scenario that even to her seemed flat out ridiculous. This game was made for its players to be fighters. There was no reason for them to be that sort of girly-girl gross, and besides, even in the world outside the game, she wasn't one to be. It was ridiculous to even think about to her mind. The situation was quickly escalating into something that was very likely going to mean their doom if something didn't give soon. She couldn't prepare herself to fight this thing as well as work on calming him down and hope to even possibly help this newly spawned over-excitable sprite of a girl. Hell, it wasn't even that she necessarily cared if they died. She could always shove one or both of them out to the view of the bird and just take off on her own. Camus' next words, however, caused her mind to jump track. He believed she had brought the thing to them? He believed her blood had attracted it? “Birds hunt according to heat signatures and movements. If anything attracted it to this spot it was the new girl and her bright idea of climbing higher to see.” She nearly snapped, at him as the hilt of his sword dug against her wounded leg. Oh, he was already pushing buttons she hadn't realized she had. Her blood was boiling and it was mostly anger at the fact that he was acting so ignorant when she knew he wasn't. There he went licking her blood again. Was he truly that sort of oddly bloodthirsty person, was it just some odd character trait, or did he simply enjoy the taste of her blood? Oddly these thoughts weren't disturbing to her. She was simply curious, but she wasn't certain if her lack of disgust was due to her character makeup or the fact that he was truly starting to piss her off, with his arrogance and seeming shortsightedness. She really had no plans to die here; especially not as lunch for a fucking giant bird, and she would like to have thought that neither of the other two did, either. She didn't have a lot of time to think of it, without looking up she could hear the bird coming closer to them. “Either help or shut the hell up!” The words were out of her mouth, filling the air around them and she was moving into action before she thought. She didn't think of her actions either, as she balled up her right fist and swung it towards his face. Hell, the impact would either shut him up or at least get his attention. Either one would be fine with her.
The pinkette couldn't believe it. This male with a head too big for his body was blowing up over sacrificing a rabbit. A rabbit! There were probably twenty million rabbits through out the game he could capture again. After all once you've seen one rabbit, you've seen them all. You kill one and another respawns. Was it cute? Yes. Did she feel bad about asking to feed the rabbit to the giant rabbit in order to save themselves? Yes. But honestly it was the only option she could think of at the moment. Within that time, the male had turned sadistic on her. Threatening to feed her to the bird instead. Was it a glitch? Perhaps he had mental problems in real life and they amplified in the game. That's a scary thought. The game could probably train serial killers for the real world. That's probably why they wanted Terrasphere to be kept under wraps and not shared with the world. She understood it now. Frankly it did make sense. Hearing the male keep talking about her like she wasn't there sent her into a crazy mode. Her fists tightened as she tried to ignore him. She was trying so hard not to let it bother her. That was easier said than done as most things were in life. Finally she had enough. They had met Caelynn Thia and they were going to quickly find out not to threaten her like that again. "Oh shut up you stupid delinquent! It was only a suggestion on how to save ourselves. It wants food. Technically we could give it a snack while we make a run for it. But no! Your having abandonment issues with your little bunny. News Flash! It's a fucking rabbit! The whole world has a million of them! You can capture one anywhere!" Oh it felt good to snap and actually say what was on her mind. Perhaps she should do this more often in the game. In real life, she wouldn't dream of saying what her true thoughts were. She'd just stand there and nod or agree with whatever was going on in front or around her. However this place was different. Unless she revealed who she truly was nobody would know a thing. It was like being a superhero and having a secret identity. Although she really didn't want to make enemies quite yet either. Especially since she just joined the game. She had to be smart about it. Although the more time she spent with the new male and female, the more she could feel her blood boiling and her anger rising. "Caellie? Cruellie? My name is Caelynn. Cae-Lynn. Caelynn. Not Cruellie or whatever else you called me. Caelynn! Just Caelynn." Oh how she was becoming more and more annoyed. She did catch on that he called the other girl Lollie? Was that her real name or just a stupid nickname like Cruellie. Cruellie didn't even sound like a nickname. If anything it sounded more like some kind of insult. They really didn't have time to argue about names and rabbits. They had to focus on the bird in front of them. Although hearing what the girl said about her heat signature capturing the bird's attention sort of pissed her off. "Well thanks for letting us know who's fault you think it is. Cause you know I only appeared in the tree. I didn't stop and say "Gee I hope there's some players around I could intentionally kill along with myself."" Ugh this was turning out to be more of a nightmare than she thought it would be. Already the blame game had begun along with the threats. Who were these people anyway? How did the male seem so nice to her and then do a 360 degree turn into some kind of asshole over a fucking bunny. If anything she knew, fighting wasn't going to get them anywhere. They had to calm down and relax. "I'm sorry about suggesting we kill the bunny. And for all you know the bird had been following you for the longest time. You probably now just noticed it." She looked around feeling scared. "I only just appeared and there was nothing around me. I didn't see or hear anything. So don't blame me for this mess. I was trying to be smart. Geeze!"
Stay calm, how in the hell could he stay calm when Trouble could easily be sacrificed to the flying Jaws. How did Lollie actually expect one to say calm. His blood was boiling and he wanted to actually give up the one he now deemed as Cruellie to the thing. He didn't exactly like people to begin with and both females were people. He would have liked them better if they were animals. He would probably talk to the bird and ask it if it wanted to eat either of the poisonous people around him. That was a plan! He was being yelled at by the pinkette, like that would get her anywhere. It was her fault somehow, it had to be her fault. Lollie was on his side? No bloody way was that happening. Was Hell freezing over? Though they needed his help, that was more like it-- but it had only gone through his pointy ears somewhat. Would they call them their God now? He wanted to hear them beg at least of how much they needed him before he would actually left a finger to help either of them. His blood was boiling, so he wasn't really thinking fully with a full set. "Look at that she has some smarts to her" he had stated when she had made the comment about how birds hunted. So the pinkette was going crazed because of the nicknames and being blamed and Trouble. Than there was Lollie who kept telling him he needed to be calm. Who in their right mind would be calm in this situation. So maybe it was true there were a shit ton of rabbits in this forest, but Trouble he had gained some odd attachment to it. Maybe it was the fact that it wasn't his own accord for disposing of the bunny and he hated being told what to do. He would have his lips parted ready to speak more when the impact would happen. The girl had a useful punch. If he was a different type of person, it might have actually turned him on to have a girl punch him like that. There was a slight sting that came from the impact and he had staggered back slightly, but he had stayed up right. "Fucking bitch, how dare you touch me!" Okay so maybe he had liked it , the way her tiny little fist had punched him. He went to reach his right hand to reach up and touch the now red spot where the impact had been made. "For your information, Trouble isn't just some bunny. The bird hasn't been following us, it just happened to show up. As for needing me, you'll have to beg for my help." By this time the bird had come closer to him. Cue Trouble starting to shift in his arms. Little nose moving , twitching slightly before beady eyes would open and a growl would leave it. "Oh hush you" he gave a small hum like sound and Trouble actually seemed to nuzzle against his arms. Though he would see Lollie and begin to growl again. "I'll let you eat them later if you want" so blunt. He had went to put the bunny on the ground and look up at the bird, it looked like it was going to dive-bomb them any minute. "That there would be a giant dire crow " his crimson eyes were half sparkling, so maybe he wanted the thing. Trouble had spotted the bird and had at first gone up on hind legs , nose twitching. A low snarl leaving its lips as it went to scamper off into the woods. He could exactly say he had tamed the rabbit, but it didn't see him as an enemy to say the least. Now the crow on the other hand. "You'll each own me something for this" he spoke not giving them a chance to reply before he was leaving to gather something. There was a crashing sound and soon he was coming back with a carcass of a stag. There was blood dripping from it still, a fresh kill. He was covered in the things blood as he dragged the things leaving a bloody path. He gave a sharp whistle to signal the bird to him. Crows came to a specific whistle in the real world, a dire crow was bound to come to the same thing. Now he had a plan, but he wondered if the other two would be able to read into his movements or if they needed an idiots guide to help them. Though he spoke anyways. "Crows are made to forage for food. They are already predators, so I would imagine that this ones diet is more meat heavy than seeds and berries." Again he gave another high pitched whistle to signal the bird. The first one hadn't made it come any closer, it was circling them still but didn't seem to take his bait. It was odd how he wanted to be praised and wanted them to beg. How he had wanted to feed them to it. How he had been mad before and how he hated people so much-- yet he was helping them without waiting for the begging. The only reason was because he WANTED that crow.
Lorelei rolled her eyes as the pinkette spoke. The sound of her voice alone was annoying her at the moment. It was strange, really. She didn't think anyone could be more annoying than Camus had proven to be, but here she was, this younger female with her 'I just got here, but I'm going to try to tell you what to do' attitude and her assumptions. She didn't even bother responding to her nearly shouted words that she was being accused. Why bother? Lorelei had only been stating facts. Oh, she could tell this was going to be a chore already. Hearing the other female speak of how she had only been trying to be smart, she shook her head. “Well, you failed.” Was all she said, as she turned her attention back to Camus, at this point, she had still been trying to calm him enough for him to be able to help them, and the pinkette didn't even seem to care that she had stepped in to keep him from killing her. Did the girl actually think she was safe from players? She probably did. With that pink hair and her fluctuating attitude, Lorelei was sure the other female was more the type to cry than fight. She almost felt sorry for her. Almost. By this time Camus' rant had gotten to the point that she had actually taken a swing at him and to her surprise, he had allowed it to land. He hadn't even tried to block her. Sure, he yelled at her, called her a pretty harsh name, but she couldn't deny the truth. He didn't retaliate otherwise, though, and that was surprising in itself. No, he simply touched at the already bruising place her fist had connected with his jaw. She almost got a feeling that he had enjoyed it. Thinking of such, she gave him a smirk that would have put the Cheshire-cat to shame, as he began to speak, though he actually seemed a bit calmer this time. “I'm not begging you for anything, Cammy.” She said as she heard him speak of things, including telling the damned rabbit that he would 'allow' it to eat them later. She said nothing of it, though. She knew the bunny would be no true threat and she had no desire to get him started off on another tangent about the thing. She looked down at it momentarily as it growled and watched it as it scurried away. She hoped the little thing actually managed to survive a while, to be honest. She didn't hate it and under normal circumstances, she wouldn't have ever treated an animal the way she had, but these weren't normal animals, either. She thought as she looked back at the steadily approaching Dire-Crow. As she watched the swooping bird, she heard Camus speak again, and she turned her head back to him. “Owe you something? Did I hit you too hard or not hard enough?” She questioned him, her right brow raising in a look of confusion as she wrinkled her nose up and her ears twitched some. He was moving away from them already, even as he spoke, and she couldn't help but wonder what he was up to as he disappeared into the surrounding trees. He wasn't running off, was he? No. Certainly not. He wouldn't have said they owed him for that. Her questions were answered soon enough, though, as he returned from the trees, dragging a bloodied deer carcass. So, he was going to try to distract the thing. That was fine with her; maybe he'd lose an arm in the process. Her thoughts were rather dark at this point, and becoming darker, especially since the crow was already swooping in towards the area. She shook her head as he dragged the deer out and away from them, her form moving back to fade into the shadows near her before she began moving through them to get closer to where Camus stood. They might not have been an actual party, but she wasn't going to let him have all the fun, either. She also didn't know what they were all capable of, so she figured together would be a better option, if the thing decided to attack.
It was horrible timing for the game to throw a monster at them. What's worse they didn't know each other. Well, if Camus and Lorelei knew each other already, they didn't know her. Maybe the game was trying to make them work together and become friends faster. It was a nice gesture but it wasn't going smoothly. Caelynn for one couldn't fight and she didn't know how. She had to be taught by another player. Or perhaps when she logged off, she would search up on the internet to see what she could do in Terrasphere. They may not be anything to look up if the game truly wanted to remain undiscovered by the social media world. She absolutely hated the fact that they blamed her for the bird appearing. Perhaps it was her fault. She was too quick to defend herself and say it wasn't. That would just make people mad. The other female was already giving off signs that she didn't care. Maybe she thought of her as some competition to take away her potential boyfriend or something. Who in their right mind would date him? He was a true jerk! Threatening her and being mean. Who would ever want to date someone like that. That was an abusive relationship. "Tsk." That could be Lorelei's problem. She can date him and all his shit. She can even deal with his asshole personality. "Hey what are you....?" Before Caelynn could ask Camus what he was doing, she heard a loud crash. The male was gone in a flah and returned with a dead stag. He was going to feed it to the bird. Isn't that what she suggested? They all ignored and yelled at her for it. Hypocrites. Looking around suddenly, she didn't see the other girl to be around either. Caelynn groaned and rolled her eyes. She walked out being sure to stay behind as much as she could without being detected too much from the bird. "Oh sure...When I suggest something everyone jumps down my throat. Yet you go and take credit for someone else's idea." The girl said it loud enough so that she could be heard. Yes, she was a bit bitter about the turn of events. This wasn't how she wanted her first experience in a game she never played to be like. If anything, it made her want to play it less. Every game that could be connected to the internet with other players had all different types of people. She was considered to be unlucky to run into a bitch and the asshole. Of course, Caelynn didn't know them nor was she giving them or herself a chance to bond. "This is just bad luck. Very bad luck." Caelynn Thia thought about walking away and wondering to a new place. She probably could of met better people if she tried for it. However, she honestly was curious to see how this was going to end. Would giving the crow something to eat be enough to distract it for them to make a run for it. This game didn't have a set level for how hard things could be. Any enemy or animal they would come across was part of the main server. Atleast that's what she was thinking. Looking around, Caelynn looked around and decided to do what Lorelei had did in the beginning. She pulled her and Camus into the shadow of the tree. The pinkette decided to try doing just that. She ran and tumbled into the grass and began crawling in it. Whoa! How did she move like that? Was that truly her or the game? Whatever it was, it was cool. Getting up, Caelynn followed behind trying to get closer yet at the same time trying not to be seen. Looking down at her feet, she smiled at them. "Okay feet, I don't know what you can and can't do yet. So do what you can. Just make sure I'm always faster than whatever is coming after me."
Crimson eyes watched the crow, but they had seen how Lorelei had seemed to melt into the shadows. She seemed to intend to help him, it wasn't that hard to see by the form of her muscles. It had been a brief glance, but knowing how she was-- things just would go like this. Though he also didn't want her to share any of his fun. He could hear Caelynn bitching about how he was taking credit for her idea. He didn't retort back, though the look he seem to give her said it all. He didn't have time to deal with her stupidity. So maybe he had thought their meeting would have been different, but she was just another pain in his ass. It had started going downhill when she had made the sick offer to feed Trouble to the crow. Who did that? Yes he knew that Trouble was a rabbit, but it would be pointless to give up a small rabbit when there were much bigger things in the wooded area. The stag had been proof of that, she clearly didn't understand things. He didn't need a little brat suggesting things. They weren't a party, but it didn't seem like the game cared too much about the typical terms for it all. Sometimes games liked to put new players together, it was almost like a way to make or break a person. Though why the hell did he have to get stuck in this place with these two? Did the game expect them to all hold hands and sing kumbaya or something. Was fighting in this game meant to actually force people to get along and like each other. He could see the pinkette tumbling within the grass. He didn't have time to deal with her, so what if he might be able to train her-- it wasn't worth it. His real prize here wasn't either of the girls but the crow itself. He couldn't care less if either of the girls left him alone, in fact he would prefer it. So if they hadn't left by the time the crow was taken care of, he would go his own way and not look back. He heard the thing give out a squeak, its eyes not looking at him anymore but at the little tumbling worm. She, unlike Lorelei, didn't exactly blend into the shadows as much. Why, it was the fact that she had chosen one of the most obnoxious colours for her hair. She might have been better off if she had chosen a blond. Lorelei might not be his favourite person, but she could blend rather well. If she didn't die, he would love to actually battle her one day when they were both fully trained in the masteries they had chosen. He sighed , he hated stupid people. Fresh meat was always better than dead (even if it was a fresh kill). He looked towards the shadows where Lorelei had gone, he doubted she had run off at all. Guess this meant he would have to actually work with them after all. "Oi birdy, that isn't your meal!" though damn he wish he could feed her to it. It would make things easier in the long run. He let out a louder whistle this time. This thing was harder to control than some bunny was, he had just recently spawned-- it wasn't like he came out of the metaphorical 'womb' fully trained. He, like any player, would have to train and become stronger. "I hate working as a team" he muttered out loud to himself as he went to rip off a chunk of the meat to throw at the bird to get its attention away from the 'little pink worm'. So his own hair colour should have made him stand out-- but he knew how to move better . Plus it wasn't just that, but he wanted to stand out. He didn't know what the girls had picked but he had picked glory fighting as one of his vocations-- it had been done for a reason. He was going to be the best sword-fighter in this game. He might be a beginner at this point in time, but he would train and surpass these two easily. The girl was trying, but if he could hear her so could the bird. So maybe speaking to one's self wasn't the best habit-- but in his case he didn't care. He wouldn't run away, he was more of the type to face anything that might be thrown at him. Running away might be the only thing she would be good at though. Though she , despite her loud and bitchy mouth, was more of the damsel unlike Lorelei. Though it would be nice if they had both begged him to save them. A guy could dream after all.
“Someone else's idea?” She nearly scoffed at the pinkette, quite literally disgusted with the way she continued to seem so high and mighty, yet she also came across as helpless and a bit, well, slow. Sure, no one came into these sort of things knowing everything, if anything, but the logic for some things should have been instinct, at least as far as Lorelei believed. “You wanted to feed his pet to the bird. That's not nearly the same thing.” Her voice, though still almost musical, was cold, harsh, seeming to hold no emotion, as she shook her head, before disappearing into the shadows of the trees. How was it that already she was meeting people with personalities so against her own? Not that hers was exactly bright and rosy. She knew she had her own quirks and flaws, but the arrogance that these two showed, even on the different levels that they were on was something she just didn't understand. Worse than that was the ignorance. That she absolutely couldn't abide. It was unacceptable. There was no excuse for it. She moved through the shadows in silence, stopping for a moment, as her ears twitched to the sounds of something rustling the grass near her. There went the pinkette again. Lorelei couldn't help but wonder what masteries the annoying female had. Incognito surely didn't seem to be one of them, with all the noise she was making. “Oh well, maybe she'll get eaten.” She thought to herself, a slight smirk lighting her lips as she turned her attention back to the large, still circling creature. It had gotten closer and lo and behold, it was actually moving closer to the other female. Camus seemed to be busy still trying to distract it with the stag. She had to give him credit for his ingenuity, but what creature of prey, which this crow seemed to be, regardless of what they might be used to, would give up a live meal it could actually hunt, for one in the open or one already growing cold with death? She sighed with the thought. She had been the one to take it upon herself to alert them to the thing. Some part of her wasn't so cold. She truly enjoyed death, more, when it was by her own hand. She could hear Camus talking to the thing about the pinkette not being its meal. She watched as he tore off a chunk of meat from the stag and threw it at the bird. He was going to get his fool ass killed at this rate. What was he expecting to do? Feed the thing and have it decide to give him a magical ride through the lands? She shook her head, her ears twitching again, as she could hear the pinkette speaking to herself as well. 'faster than whatever is coming after me.' Was the girl completely mad? Did she really expect to outrun something like that? A hunter from above? The girl was quite obviously mad. She had to be. She shook her head as she thought of these things, moving herself to leap up onto a low branch of the tree she currently stood under. She almost slipped, though she managed to get her hold onto the branch and pull herself up. Taking a moment to steady herself, she turned her attention back to the bird, relaxing, slightly, only once she realized that it hadn't changed its path. No, it was now circling in a wider path around the two others. Sighing to herself, she looked back up at the tree, going about the idea she'd had that had caused her to move up into the trees, to begin with. This idea included the roughly four inch in diameter vine that she could see above her. Jumping up to grab the vine, she pulled it down to her. Grabbing her dagger and cutting through the vine, she removed a long section, before she turned back towards Camus. The vine was thick, sturdy, and she could only hope that it would serve the purpose she was looking for it to. Moving, quickly, she began to make her way through the trees, running along the branches as if they were roads of their own. Nearing the end of what she could use for her 'path' she lept back to the ground. Taking a deep breath, as she knew the risk she was about to take, she shook her head. “I hope you're both worth it.” She thought to herself, as she took off towards the silver-haired male. Her movements, she knew, would catch the attention of the bird, and she was actually hoping for that. The sound of its cry was enough for her to know it had taken the bait, and that smirk lit her lips once more as she dropped into a roll that brought her the rest of the way to Camus' side. Tossing the vine towards him as she sprang to her feet, she turned her attention back to the Crow. “You seem to have a soft spot for the creatures. If you don't want me to kill it, then I expect you to make sure it is properly contained, once it's down here.” She said, rolling her eyes as she slipped behind a large rock near them, drawing her sword, as she let herself sink into the shadows of the rock, her voice carrying to him. “I will kill it, otherwise.”
Things weren't going well at all. It was a rough start to the game. This game wasn't like any other device where you could turn it off or reset and change things up. Nope, in this game you had to be smart, always on your feet and thinking of your next move. Already things weren't going according to plan. She managed to piss off the only players she met and lure danger to them. She was too proud to say that it was possible the bird had gone after the her. What's more, she had the nasty habit of talking to herself while playing games. They probably thought she was some kind of patient in a psych ward they now had to deal with. It was all wonderful....Not. Would it be better for her just to leave? That way they could fend off the bird and continue going wherever they were going. However if the bird was truly set on killing her, then trying to sneek away wasn't the best thing to do. Oh hell, they already thought of her as a fool. What else could go on. And of course, she offered to feed the bird the pet bunny. Rolling her eyes, Caelynn just shook her head. Nothing was making sense and she didn't know what else to do. A small breeze suddenly came and moved her long pink locks around her avatar. Looking down at her hands, she wondered how she really was suppose to protect herself. She was the weakling after all. Deciding it was best to go off alone, Caelynn decided to walk away. She'd leave the bird to Camus and whoever that other girl was. Maybe sometime again she'd meet those players. Then they wouldn't pick on her for being weak. In a way, Caelynn's feelings were hurt. They must be the duo that was hard on new players. They probably didn't care what she did or where to go. If she was eaten or killed, they probably would just move on. It would just be better to disappear from their sight. Maybe she could find others that would be willing to teach her the basics and be nice to her. Sometimes the virtual world was too good to be true. Some people thought they could escape the real world and leave everything that was shitty about the real world behind. In her case, Caelynn just went from one sucky reality to a virtual realty. Not getting a break from anything. Standing there and watching, Caelynn reached out and pushed her pink hair behind her pointed hair. It was better just to leave quietly. Turning around, she stopped for a minute just to make sure the bird's attention was specifically on them. She didn't feel like fighting anyway. How could she? She was a beginner! Even in virtual reality, life could be cruel. Cruellie? Was that what he called her? How could he get that out of Caelynn? The two names didn't match or spell the name. They were even pronounced differently. She didn't need this at all. She may not of had a place to go but that was the point of wondering around. Soon enough she would stumble onto some area she would feel more at ease in. The place she was in right now was only a death trap. Taking a few steps away, she stopped and looked up. Caelynn looked over to the trees and tilted her head with a confused look on her face. Why had the game dropped her here and in a tree? Was there something she was suppose to do here? Was there anything that could come from being here? Was she destined to meet these two players and travel around with them. She made her own rules. She created her own destiny. Whatever the game was trying to tell her or wanting her to do, Caelynn would defy it. However in the end, she couldn't bring herself to walk away. If anything, all she did was get herself a safer distance away from the fight. Why couldn't she go anywhere? There was nothing holding her back. Perhaps she wanted to hang around a little bit more to see what would happen. Not that anything could come from players that were mean and picked on the new person. Caelynn sighed and crossed her arms and just stood there pouting.
What the fuck was she doing? For once he wasn't thinking of the pinkette, but this he wanted to know what the fuck Lollie thought she was doing. Was she going to try to hurt the crow? No she was getting a vine, he could tell that much-- though his crimson eyes was more on the dire crow that was above them. It didn't matter what she was trying to do, he doubted she could kill the thing. The most she had done to Trouble was kick him and knock him out.. the bird would have more fight than a rabbit. Unless the vine was for her to go all jungle style like Jane-- no wouldn't she be more like Tarzan then? The bird seemed to see her and gave a cry. Great more rolling, except she was a little bit more graceful than the pink worm was. Within a few seconds the vine was being tossed at him. 'More like you're Tarzan then' there was that annoying voice inside his head. It was almost oozing with a poison, and for a minute he forgot that it was the character's own thoughts rather than his own in the world outside of Terra. He held the vine within his hand, did she honestly expect him to use it and swing from tree to tree. Then she was speaking. So she was going to kill it. Always so violent. Good thing one no one could hear his inner thoughts or they might call him a hypocrite. Sure he didn't care if the crow ate them or not, but he didn't like the thought of anyone else killing the beasties. He WANTED it. Though this was bigger than a rabbit, and he wondered if he could actually tame it or not. Of course he could, he was the greatest of them all and no one could compete with him at all. Lorelei was back to hiding in the shadows , she was actually prepared to kill the thing. The pink worm seemed to have gone off somewhere. She finally ran away, that was a good thing. Though he would have loved to see the crow rip her to shreads. It didn't seem like the stag would come to much use, not when there was live prey the predator could set its eyes on. Why did he have to be a team player, it wasn't like these people mattered or anything. They weren't some team and he wouldn't get deducted points if he let them die-- why had he cared to save some useless pink worm. He saw blood before his vision, but he knew it was too good to be true. He saw the 'little' pink body being ripped to bloody shreds. Screams echoing within his mind, but it wasn't real (as much as he wanted it to be.) How the hell did Lorelei expect him to properly contain the thing with a vine?! Well time to see what he could do. The bird only had one target to see and that was him. Both of the girls had gone off, but he knew that Lorelei was waiting to strike should he not do this. "Oi birdy" he had gone to rip off another piece of the meat. It was already starting to smell , but he tossed it at the thing. He whistled once more to try to guide the bird towards him and there it came. Going down in a dive-bomb towards him. He went to jump upon the nearest tree to use it to become airborne for a slight second. This was going to be a bumpy landing. The crow gave a screech and he used that moment to quickly wrap the vine into the open beak. He tried hoping onto the bird and hardly had gotten on as the thing continue to go downwards. He gave a higher whistle, his free hand that didn't hold the vine softly stroked the bird. He wouldn't actually be able to stay here long and he knew it, he was only hanging on with the vine and if not for that and luck he would have fallen. He joked and teased the girls about wanting to fly, yet here he was trying to ride a giant crow. The thing thrashed about, trying to knock him off, but he was trying his best with the beast taming mastery he had chosen. The crow was trying to bite him and stopped trying to focusing on stopping the dive bomb and... CRASH!!! Pain shot up his spine from the landing, the only noise out of him was a low groan (almost one that sounded like it was pleasure based). The bird was stunned , having taken the most of the fall, he used the vine to wrap it around the rest of its beat and he got off of the thing. The scent of blood was fresh in the air and it wasn't from the decaying stag. He saw it fresh crimson blood upon his arm. Seem like the thing had bitten him. He let out a cackle of laughter , keeping a hold of the vine. "Oh did you enjoy my blood" he almost seemed crazed. He was forcing himself to walk in front of the bird, his crimson eyes shining. Though if one paid close enough attention, he seemed to have a faint limp in his left foot. His free hand went to stroke the bird "now you know what they say about when you've had your master's blood." He didn't know enough about his beast taming mastery at this time to do more than actually calm the beasts. It wasn't exactly using it to tame the thing, and it seemed to only work better on the smaller things. The crow still seemed to be violent. Blood dripped down his arm and he didn't seem bothered by it. "Your knight has brought the beast down" he called out quite loudly. He raised his arm to fully inspect it now, to think he was the one that wanted the girls to be bit--- but he had gotten bit himself. Stinging started to form in his arm, but he seemed to laugh again. He swayed slightly to turn his body to look in the shadows when Lorelei had disappeared. "I wanna keep it. It's mine now. So no killin it. Seems like the worm disappeared" well this was new he actually felt slightly dizzy. Though it was more of a psychology problem than one that would physically do him harm. "Girls can come out now, your mighty protector has saved your honour." He just seemed delusional and in his own little ego- centered world by the last comment.
She stood there in her shadowed hiding spot, her eyes following Camus' movements. For a moment he seemed at a loss for what to do. That, in itself, wasn't something she'd expected from him, but it didn't take long, before he was springing into action, either. Her mossy-hues followed his actions as he tossed another chunk of the stag's meat towards the bird; his shrill whistle echoing through the area around them. What exactly did he have planned? She hadn't exactly given him full instructions, seeing as she hadn't had a full plan of her own. She had only intentions of making sure the damned beast wasn't able to kill them if he was so determined to keep it alive. As his whistle sounded, it seemed he had gotten the creature's attention. The overly large bird had begun to dive towards him. In silent awe she watched as Camus propelled himself from the ground and into the trees, taking only a moment before he sprang up and towards the crow. Was he really about to try this? Did he honestly think he'd be able to safely procure the animal in open air? The man was absolutely insane. There was no other way to think of it. Even if he did manage the landing, the animal was at least three times his size and absolutely more adapted to flight than the Yladian male was. As he soared towards the thing, luck, for the moment, seemed to be on his side, though. He managed to get the vine into its open beak as it screeched, and he actually stuck his landing. It was the following processes that would appear to be harsher on the male, though. The crow began to thrash and swerve through the air, doing it's best to knock him from it's back. Every twist of the thing's in-flight movements only seemed to make it harder for Camus to hold on, and then the inevitable happened. The duo was falling to the ground with a very loud crash. As she scanned the scene of the crash, she took note of the fact that the bird seemed to not be moving. It seemed the crash landing had stunned it, if not knocked it out. Would it be safe for her to join them, though? She couldn't deny to herself that she was actually worried for the male. His arrogant attitude wasn't really a reason to wish harm on him. She could hear him moaning. Never mind the fact that the tone was almost pleasure-filled. She'd seen the way his eyes had lit up when she'd punched him. She actually half-expected the sentiment from him. That didn't stop her from wondering just how badly he might be injured, though. She chose to stay hidden for a moment, as she saw Camus move. Her mossy-toned hues following him as he wrapped the vine more securely around the crow's beak and stepped away from it. She could smell the blood on the air, but from her position, she wasn't able to see just who or where it was coming from. That is until she heard him speak. It seemed the landing or the crow had injured him. She shook her head, slowly, at the content of his words, though, and she watched as he began to stroke the beast. As he moved, she could see the blood dripping down his arm, and she gave an almost silent sigh. She had just started to move from her place in the shadows, when Camus began to speak once more, though, and she rolled her eyes at his words. It seemed the male had lost his proverbial marbles, if not been knocked slightly loopy by his crash. She could see the sway to his stance and so far the things leaving his lips were quite insane, even for him. Glancing around once more, she raised a brow as she spotted the pink-haired female. It seemed she had taken to moving quite a ways from them. Probably best for her, anyway, but that really left Lorelei only limited choices with the scene she saw in front of her, and gods bless her if she knew why she chose the actions she did. Stepping from the shadows, finally, as she heard his words about being a mighty protector and saving their honour, she rolled her eyes once more. The man was absolutely aggravating, sometimes, but she wasn't going to let him stand there and bleed to death. Making her way over towards him and the crow, she stepped around the large animal and made her way to Camus' side. “I suppose I can at least say thank you, but don't expect it to be a common occurrence.” She said as she looked up at the male. As she spoke, her left hand was already pulling her dagger, her right having pulled loose the straps of the lower half of her coat as she had walked over to him. Moving her hand quickly, she nicked the fabric of her shirt at the lower part, before replacing her dagger and going to rip off a thick swatch of the cloth all the way around her shirt. Tearing it, then, in two, she took the dual stretches of the cloth and reached for his arm. “Hold still, or I'll deck you again.” She said. Her voice was firm, though it wasn't hateful, as she tied one piece just above the gash on his arm, just tight enough to slow the blood flow. She then began wrapping the other in a makeshift bandage around the wound itself, before tying it off and looking up at him. “That should at least keep you from bleeding to death..”
Things could happen without explanation. They could change a person and sometimes in this state of mind a person might do something that was unlike them. He had an excuse, he was still high off the feeling of adrenaline and the feelings of pain that went through his body. He welcomed the darkness that had clung onto him once more. The darkness was cool and welcoming. Though despite is words, he didn't expect either of the girls to actually praise him or treat him like he was their saviour. It was ego needing to be stroked, to become bigger and bigger. So when Lorelei did thank him, it was if it inflated some. The impossible girl, the one who had decked him-- she was thanking him. It wasn't just the fact that she was thanking him, but it was the fact that she was actually doing something rather feminine. She was tending to the warrior's wounds. It was a little blood that leaked from his arms-- at least from what he had noticed. It would heal up. Here his mindset as Damien actually came in slightly, The pain was nothing, he was used to smiling through it and saying how everything was okay. He had to do that with bruises and broken bones, but he couldn't allow Katherina to see him hurt like this. So he had lied and said how it was okay. Perhaps it had been the wrong thing in the long run-- but he needed to protect her. That was his mindset. Of course, that wasn't what he was trying to do here. He was playing it off because he was a warrior, and warriors didn't need someone to lick their wounds. Wounds were a proud marking that he would have worn without thinking at all. Bleeding to death, what a silly woman. He chuckled at her as he looked at the cloth that she had wrapped around his wound as a makeshift bandage. "You are always the same as always. No wait you actually... what is this you seem to care about me" he spoke. Then still in the high from the battle he did one thing he might not have ever done. He kissed her, it was just on the cheek but it was a kiss. His tongue soon following suit to lick her cheek. Crimson eyes had been slightly hazed filled but they soon regained focus and he pulled away. Of course he would have no true view on what he did. Though she had thanked him! "I suppose you tending my wounds is only the bare minimum you could do to thank me. I saved you from the killer crow" he stated as he circled to pet the black feathers. The thing wasn't exactly fully conscious , thanks to the fall. His eyes closed and he half grumbled as he swore he could feel the pain coming off the creature. He could care less if the little pink worm had left them and gotten lost. It was for the better. "You actually hurt yourself in the landing" he spoke as he petted the thing once more and it made a deep throated noise. Its eyes slightly opening to look at him. He moved around the bird to see the hurt place. There was a gash towards the belly of the bird. He wouldn't ask for help at all. He would need to find something to seal the wound. He looked around , how was he going to pull this off. There were other beasts in this area that were dire versions of themselves. He was too proud to ask for help. "It will be okay, Moonwing" he shushed the bird that gave a muffled caw when he went to examine the wound. Now if he remembered what he had been told on how to treat wounds. He had learned it when he had been in Budapest for a few months. He chewed on his lip some as he thought. "Plantain" it should exist here. That was right the field that he had woken up in. He went off on his own after pulling the stage closer to the crow and going to loosely undo the vine. It was loose enough so the thing could get it undone. It was that or leave the thing to be a sitting crow for any predators. That was just something he would do. He didn't say a thing to Lorelei. He didn't care about Caelynn, he just took off in the direction of where he had woke up. He doubted it would easy enough to find out here, though if he found some on his way there... well that would be all the better for him. His concern was more so the crow. He still wanted the beastie and if it died because of the wound-- well then he didn't get it. It had been good for experience but he wanted the thing.
