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Arril nodded, understanding. Long ago, when he could shapeshift, he was extremely tired afterwards, often having to rest in the changed state for extended periods of times. that is how he met Sih.

"Arril, we must hurry. There is a man looking at the bodies. He doesn't look like he's very smart, but he will bring others who are, or women. We need to get out of here." Sih hissed silently from above. She continued watching the man, comparing his movements and actions with that of a scavenger.

Arril narrowed his eyes at the boy and spoke harshly, quickly. "I need you to stop studdering and act willful. I have lived in the wilderness for most of my life, and weaknesses such as hesitation or studdering will get you killed. You must act will full force in everything you do, lest you want to fall into the degredation of your status as it is now."

He waited a few moments for his words to sink in, then continued, "I once was a shapeshifter when I was younger than you. Because of what my father did, I exiled myself from my family and changed myself into what you saw earlier. Unfortunately, it was irreversable. I am stuck like this."

Arril reminisced for a moment, recalling those terrible moments of his friend's slaughter. He looked up at where sih was positioned and sighed heavily. He was glad to have at least one friend.

"With my new form, I can recept heat and balance myself better than any man. In the wilderness I learned how to read responses and instincts. How to judge living things by their movements and grouped muscles. To an extent, I know what something is going to do before it acts. I know how the land works, and how to live off it. I know how to fasion weapons. I know how to throw, as you have witnessed earlier. If it weren't for the spirits the woman who had me in her grasp had, I would not be here right now." Arril explained.

He laid the dress at the boy's feet, "I need you to sit in this carriage while I drive it. I need you to act as a woman, if someone stops us. If you know the way out of the city, then you can help me in that aspect, but if you do not, I can drive around until I see a way out."

Arril waited for the boy's answer, hoping he would agree.

(ahahaha, that makes me giggle. xd I know I have a warped sense of humor sweatdrop )

At first the horses were quite skittish and started off at a trot, but as they spilled out unto a better-used street and saw other horses, it became clear that the acceptable pace was a slow one. They began to fall into line on the correct side of the road, content to go straight on even in the absense of direction.

They would see a variety of street-travel over the next few hours as the horses' nerves had a chance to calm down; ornate carriages intended only for passengers, blocky ones for cargo, and even many bicycles which also carried passengers, letters, and other small deliveries. While Theron might be used to such sights, Arril had missed seeing any bicycles on his way up. Once you left the capital, a bicycle was a rare thing, especially on the long roads between compounds, as Arril had traveled.

At first they were ignored, but as word spread about the murders, the people around them began to travel more briskly and look worried. Theron and Arril would probably hear all sorts of wild rumors not only about the murder itself, but also what the local guards were doing about it. Rumors ranged from: traffic stops at the inner-city border that led out to the thinner sprawl of small farms and single-family housing; an elite detail of soldiers sniffing out the murders; dogs the size of small ponies joining the search. Every time a single horseman or bicyclist wizzed by at above-average speeds, it was hard to say whether they carried news or instructions regarding the incident and search. But except for a couple of shops in the inner city closing earlier that day, life seemed to go on in a normal fashion.

As they angled out of the heart of the city, where the political buildings and hotels were cramped together, they approached the dense markets that surrounded the heart on all sides. Here the aisles became wider, but also filled with temporary and permanent stands alike. Despite the close of some of the shops, the half-full market was still a crowd, especially to Arril. The further they got from the crime scene, the least crowded it got, but also the more they might stand out. And then, of course, there was always the question of food and supplies. Although there had been plenty of clothes and the like in the carriage, the group had most likely planned to replenish at the market. It would be tempting to try to add to their stores here, with the money they had found in the packs.

((Yea, but I only have just a scratch XD))

Theron had watched Arril the entire time as they traveled throughout the city. Seeing as him react to the soundings, he knew that Arril had barely ever been in the city. All the smells that where in there, didn't bother him, due to the fact that he was used to them.


Seeing that they finally arrived at a local store, he waited in the carriage, until he was told to get out from it. "Supervise? But you are older than me." He said as he got down from the carriage, and looked at the door.

Theron who was now dressed as a woman, had followed Arril's directions. Walking oddly for a woman, he tried to 'imitate' how a woman would walk, not knowing he was walking unlike a woman, but more like a person trying on high heals for the first time.

Looking back and forth, feeling people's eyes on him, he had hopped that no one would noticed that he was a guy in a woman's dress. Almost tripping a few times, he followed behind Arril, and tried to make it seem like he was a woman, but was doing a poor job of it.

He had stopped from time to time while in the store to look at some stuff that he had never seen before. Seeing some candy on a shelf that was as low as his hand, he went to slide the candy into one of the pockets in his cloak, forgetting that he was wearing a dress for the moment. The candy fell to the floor, causing a noise, making him jump, and look at the floor for a second, before continuing to catch up to Arril. As Arril had sold some stuff, he himself was starting to get a little impatient.

((I know, I use too many comas.))

((What sort of time frame are we looking at here? I thought this was supposed to be medeival. Canned goods weren't invented until about the late 1800s... Jarred joods were sort of common, but still, I thought this whole story was based in like, the 1300s or lower...))

Arril had never seen some of the things that he encountered in the store, and he had to have help with selecting foodstuffs for the boy. He didn't buy so much food for themselves, as when they exited the city, Arril could hunt using the bow he had lifted from his foe. He got the horse feed, some dried beef for the journey out of the city, and some basic supplies that the boy instructed him to get.

The ride out was uneventful, and Arril was able to talk to Sih freely. "What will we do with the boy when we get out of this settlement?" He asked sih, having his own ideas.

Sih had been resting against his neck, and she roused slightly so she did not have to hiss loudly. "Ditching him seems wrong." She offered, going back to her original position.

Arril sighed. ditching the boy was exactly what he was going to do. The boy didn't even offer a name for them to call him. He discontinued conversing with sih, as he could tell she was tired from a day of eventful happenings.

He was caught off guard when the stalled carriage called for help, and a woman with a lanter came into view. It was dark, and he could hardly see anything. He gripped his knife tightly, ready to throw it at a moments notice. He tarried just a moment before answering their call, searching the area for any signifigant sources of heat that might be hiding nearby.

((I'm going to assume that Arril cant detect anyone nearby with his hear receptors and his sense of smell.))

Arril sniffed the air. Satisfied, he looked back down at the two people, wondering how they got stuck. "We are on an important task. What are your intentions?" He called to them, hoping they would step up the pace.

Theron had listened to what the woman said, as he kept his hand on his dagger. Looking around, he hopped that no one would recognize them.

Looking over at the horses that the two people had. Then he looked at their own. Seeing two people nearby their own horses, he paid no heed to them, and just continued to look around. Giving the two a second look, he noticed that they had straight swords. "What the hell?" He asked him self, as he moved some so he could get a better view of the two. Not saying anything as he thought that the two people who seemed to pop out of no where.