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The red panda girl shook her head sadly. "It's a shame, I mean, she really does seem like she cares..." Nita shrugged again. In fact she hadn't noticed the large blue diamond on Aubrey's finger, but she hadn't been exactly lucid for much of her hospital stay.

"Thank you," Nita said, in response to both the well-wishing and the compliment on her tail. "It is pretty cute, although it hurt like hell to grow!" She grinned, although not enough to hurt her newly-changed face again. "I'll be sure to come see you; it's great to know you're doing so well out here."

Nita gave Reuben a quick pat and waved to Emelyn. As the pair strode off, Nita stood for a moment, hand resting on the rough bark of 'her' tree. She stared up into the branches, remembering fragments of a dream. Sighing, Nita turned back towards the village. Some Tylenol and a nap seemed like just what she needed.

Pyroth was back in the jungle again, despite having told himself that he was going to stay in the villiage and be "normal" again. Sleeping in a familiar bed had been nice but after a while something in him felt trapped, rebelled against the acrid scents of cleaning chemicals and cooking food. So after only one full day spent in the village he returned to the jungle, dropping into his familiar half-bipedal half-quadrupedal trot. The smells here were familiar, comforting, even to the coyote who was used to more arid climes.

But there was another scent today, a scent that seemed human but with a hint of something that made his hackles raise and his ears flick back in a worried fashion. Similar to Ambrose's scent in some ways it stood out in his mind in familiar colours.

He wouldn't flee an islander, not ever. Not just because they made the coyote edgy. Moving closer he straightened up slightly, looking even more awkward than usual and called out "Is someone there?"

The last thing he wanted to do was scare the bejeesus out of an innocent sightseer.

As soon as Pyroth was in veiw of Angharad, Pyroth relaxed somewhat, crossing his arms or at least doing so to the best of his ability. He nodded once before simply stating. "Nice to meet you Angharad, I'm Pyroth." His own tail was not as emotive as that of the more lupine islanders but it set up an appleasing wag anyway. He ignored her stare, not insulted in the least by what was natural on encountering something like him.

Ang herself seemed to be quite a way along in the change, capable of giving body language signals, ones he was rather pleased to be able to read.

"Sorry for giving you a fright there, I just came out here to wander for a bit, didn't want to mortify anyone by charging out of the jungle at them."

Pyroth chuckled as she seemed to chide herself for staring. "Look all you want, it still freaks the hell out of me and I've been like this for months. I wouldn't worry too much about ending up like this yourself though, I think there is something far wrong with the injections I've been getting or my reaction to them." he shrugged his shoulders, heading to sit on one of the plethora of broken branches scattered around.

"I come out into the jungle all the time, mainly to hunt but sometimes it's just nice to be able to run and run and actually pretend you are getting somewhere." he smirked "And always expect to see someone out here, there are a few islanders I hear who have started living out here exclusively. I only head out oh.... 5 out of every seven days."

He waved a paw "Sometimes you just get so bored and have to come back to the villiage for entertainment or a proper meal that isn't meat."

Pyroth's grin softened slightly at Ang's almost timid manner, he always forgot how much the island hit you when you arrived, how long it took to stop being as fragile as a china cup. He nodded sympathetically. "Ah, I see. It takes one hell of a lot of getting used to, doesn't it? I've been here almost a year now so it's sunk in more." He eyed her changes for a moment and looked ever so slightly puzzled. "You seem pretty far along transformation-wise, has it been pretty sudden?" If they had been improving the serums then maybe he had some degree of hope, perhaps they could fix the changes he was at, make him more human again.

It was a feeble hope. "But yes, people live out here. Not all of them negative, mind you, just needing their own space for whatever reason."

/Once/?!

He tried not to look too surprised at this news but as usual his ears gave away what he didn't really want them to, perking almost immediately. It took him a second to actually comment.

"That /is/ fast. Most islanders have changed at least twice over a long period of time before getting to where you are right now. I've changed 4 times so far and have one left to go." he didn't comment on how terrified he was at how extreme this last change could be."

He smirked "It hurts like hell doesn't it?" he flicked his ears back "It would be good if you could see it coming and prepare with painkillers or something but they usually spring it on you when it'd be most inconvenient. Such lovely people." he frowned.

"What was it like at the labs?"

"I suppose the good thing about a fast acting serum would be that it'll all be over much quicker, you'll know what your final appearance will be like, no anxiety." he picked up on the agression in her tone in widened his grin ever so slightly "Everyone here hates them. Well..most people anyway, there are a few suck-ups, some lot of good that will do them."

He tilted his head slightly, listening, trying to ignore the horrble fear of being trapped that sprung up in him, apparently he was now somewhat claustraphobic, the feral fear of the trap now very much in evidence in him. "Damn. Bet you are glad you're out, if they shut me in there I'd go nuts. Especially this far in."

Pyroth noted that there was another islander out there he was yet to meet, making note that she might be interested aswell should they ever find a plan that worked to get out of there.

He nodded at her question. "You'd be surprised the things the serum can do to your head, stupid things. For example sleep patterns, mine are /all over/ the place now, sometimes I /really/ want to sleep at night but am not tired and vice versa, the hunting is another thing and just silly reactions like wanting to lick people's faces as a sort of greeting." he put a paw to his head and sighed "Not things to do in normal company. "

Looking back he added "Perfectly feasible that's why you wanted out so badly, even my duplex feels like a prison nowadays."

He shrugged "But I suppose you get used to it like everything else after a while, people learn to ignore it." He laughed and leaned back a bit "Oh yeah, they will be edgy, very edgy. Especially with so many islanders who wouldn't and haven't hesitated to attack them."