Strix walked along the river, his tattered purple scarf dancing in the early morning breeze. His harlequin-like clothes jingled slightly as he stepped over a fallen tree branch. The rustling of the leaves in the forest nearby told him he has a pursuer. He made no motion to indicate that he had noticed, though his grey eyes flicked left and right behind the fringe of golden hair.
He could not tell what gender his follower was, nor their purpose. Strix moved his hand slightly to cover the handle of his dagger. He knew his pursuer would show their face soon...it was only a matter of time...
• • • •Meo • • • • • • Hello...
M-my name is Muyako.
I hope we can get along,
Muyako slowly walked through the woods. He heard someone's footsteps, and in an attempt to find his way back home; he followed the person. He made sure to stay back far enough so he may not be spotted, but he didn't want to lose the person. He caught a glimpse of the person he was following, and he saw his hand motion towards something beneath his cloak. Muyako felt a sudden shiver,He probably has a weapon of some sort. He is going to kill me! Oh god what have I done by following this guy! Muyako felt pressured to keep following the man, but he had no choice. He was completely lost and was trying to find his way back home. If anything, this man could lead him to a street or pathway or landmark of some kind.
Alice awoke in her shack deep in the woods with alarm. She snapped her eyes open and breathed deeply, allowing her heart rate to slow down a little before getting up, otherwise she may feel dizzy. She sat up slowly, trying to remember the nightmare. Why were these dreams repeating themselves? She kept dreaming of a shadowy figure advancing towards her with a weapon of some sort, alarmingly fast, then raising up his arm and- ...Alice stood up and her baggy t-shirt un-rumpled itself from the twisting and turning of her sleep. She looked around her shack, her sloppily built, only-home-for-her-shack, the only one she could afford. She threw on a new tank top which draped over he un-healthily thin body and jean shorts that were tattered and torn. Alice had stopped eating shortly after the nightmares had begun. Her sleep-deprived eyes had gone from deep blue to a light, cool and slighty blue grey. Her body no longer had the nutrition to keep her eye color. She grabbed her basket she had made herself out of random sticks that were the appropriate size and length and started out into the forest to find anything useful to her. She ran a hand through her hair, a whispy light brown that even though was dirty it draped over her head quite nicely and made her quite pretty, so the thought. She had vague memories of her mother, and she had the same kind of hair, always tangled but never strait nor dread-locked. Alice noticed herself smiling a little, and caught herself. If she didnt pay attention, she may get lost in the woods.
Dantes soft silvery hair blew in the wind as he walked through the woods. He looked around his forest home as he walked. But he didnt see any of it. His blind eyes flitted over the surroundings. Lucky for the half human teen he had mentally mapped all of this long before he lost his sight. He grinned to himself as his animal instincts pulled at his conscious yet again. "Not yet.." He stopped as he heard movement ahead. "......" It was no one the boy knew. Dante let out a low growl that he borrowed from his pack brothers. "Who's there?"
Alice looked up from her searching the ground for useful items, her hair flipping up over her head with the movement. A voice had called to her, she was sure of it. She pursed her lips as she looked around. There was another teen a little ways away, facing her. He had silver hair, which was strange because he wasn't old. Alice found it a bit odd but exciting at the same time. "Another human!" She exclaimed in her head, a smile returning to her face. Her hand released the basket as a marker of where she was and slowly approached him, taking very slow leg movements to try and not frighten him. "H-hello, who are you?" She quietly called, just enough so that she wasn't regularly talking or whispering.
A quiet symphony of voices sounded off to the left as Strix heard other people picking their way through the underbrush. He stopped, turning in the direction of the voices and indicating to the child that, should the voices be human, he should go follow them.
Strix's eyes narrowed as he heard silence from where the voices had previously come. When were they going to speak next?
Dante stared blankly at the person in front of him. It had been many years since he had seen another person and when she called he almost didnt reconize the speech. The voices of the animals was all he knew now and he didnt know what to say. All he could do was nod in return, feeling bad he couldnt actually speak to this person.
A man, with a regular build, remained seated on a flat rock that pressed against the waters edge. He remained whistling, some old folk tune, with his eyes closed as the suns rays pushed through the openings of the free leaves; it warmed his skin as he felt like it has been a hundred years since he last felt the suns kiss. Though in actuality it was only a couple of hours since he last lazied around in the sun like a cat. Erol, his name, was traveling without a real place to go and form of direction to lead him, some could say he was a nomad but his aditude towards others left a question in his speaking patterns. Yes, Erol was a friendly person and could keep a conversation going with anyone, he just prefered to keep personal things to himself and talk more about the other person. Erol stopped whistling as he heard voices near but he made no notion towards them, the sound of the river proved to be louder so he couldn't exactly hear what anyone had to say. Slowly going back into his whistling, Erol press his palms against the rock as a form of support and into the enjoyment of the sun.
Dante had the growing feeling that there were many people around him. The boy had not been around humans since his childhood and his instincts started to scream. He wanted to run, to hide in the trees or in a cave just like he had during his past.
Alice's ears shifted a little bit, her hair spreading apart for little fox ears to come out and point in the direction a laugh was coming in. No, she was not human. If you had thought she was human when she exclaimed that there was another human, you were wrong. Alice is a half demon, but pretends to be a human. Her face shifted slowely to her left, sensing a little bit of danger. She suddenly remembered that it would probably scare the boy to her right and looked back at him to see if he was still there, before bounding away with quick speed to see what the danger was, claws out and teeth bared.
Dante had had enough. Creepy laughter, Radom demons...it was all too much. In a fit of fear he suddenly fell to his hands and knees. His ears slid up his skull. A long tail slid out from behind. Within seconds he was a glimmering sliver and white wolf. In a panic he growled and glared blindly at the laughter. The poor boy was being pushed to the edge.