Welcome to Gaia! ::

Lune's human-like eyes blink once in acknowledgement of each name. He reaches his right arms up to grasp the shape of the wall and carefully pulls himself upright. His control of his altered body is obviously rather limited at the moment. As he manages to rise to his feet a roar makes his head swivel to look down the cooridor, his mandibles suddenly still. He remains in that attitude for a moment or two before turning back to face these new aquaintances.

Lune closes his human eyes for a moment, shielding them with citin plates. "I am... Lune. Shat... That... is whatsh... I recal..." He turns his gaze toward the quaking hyena. "I... donsh..." A low hiss of frustration slides past the mandibles. "I don't... like this body either... Too... clumsy... and big. My balansh... balance... is wrong."

Lune continues to brace himself against the wall and takes a clacking step forward. He moves slowly, watching the reactions of these others. The little creature who just said 'Hi' and seemed to be on the verge of fainting is the primary recipient of his attention. He has no desire to frighten her into unconsciousness and so keeps his movements even slower than before and is fully prepared to come only so close as they are able to deal with.

"I... don't have... any... bad... intent." He hisses again, fainter this time, with an edge of bitter sarcasm under it. "Just uh... trippy... body." Lune nearly trips as he finishes this statement, completely unintentionally. He manages to brace himself and compensate for the loss of balance with his tail, making sure to keep it away from even coming close to any of the others.

OOC: Hmm, yeah that's right, hey Ermak, Sabel grabbed Aion's wrist after the roar and started to drag him down the hall. On another note, i seem to like running into people.

Shooting furtive glances back in the direction which the roar came from, and during one such moment as she suddenly seems to realize she has been pulling Aion in tow she head on runs into the fox-man. In such she falls over backwards onto Aion and at the same time accidentally trips the fox onto the top of the furry pile. Sabel yelps and groans as she hits the ground.

((I edited my previous post for you Furry, also we are waiting for you in the Irdanian version of WawG.))

((We'll make a literate and experienced RPer out of you yet! 3nodding 3nodding ))

A third yelping sound echoed through the hall when the group collided and Aion was thrown backwards only to have Sabel and then the fox-man land on top of him consecutively. His breath left him in a painful whoosh, and for the next several moments he could think of nothing more than his futile and painful attempts to regain his wind. With a gasp and an overwhelming sense of relief air finally filled his lungs and he coughed for a few moments before he came back to his senses. Sabel was still pressed against him, a situation which Aion had mixed feelings about, the smaller fox-man struggled in the tangle of limbs and fur. and Aion though no light-weight was effectively pinned beneath the two. His head swiveled to look back the way they had come, a movement he was pretty sure his previous body could not have managed half so well. A shiver of cold traveled down his spine as he remembered that terrifying sound of a few moments ago, and he wished with all his might that whatever it was wasn't hostile!

Lune stares at their reactions as the echoes of the roar fade to silence. He hears the collision and looks down the hallway toward them with obvious confusion on his face. Suddenly his eyes widen and he looks down at his new limbs with a strange look of understanding. With a decisive nod he drops forward onto all six limbs and closes his eyes. His tail is in a prime position to strike as he turns around to face the direction from which the roar had come. His movements in this position seem much more natural.

In truth, Lune is not concentration on moving. He is, instead, relying on the instincts that came with the form itself. His balance on six limbs is far better and he practices his strike once, the tail seeming to flicker, before settling down to wait for whatever was so frightening his new aquaintances.

"I have... two sshkeletonsh..." Lune mutters to himself as he waits, not caring if anyone hears him. "That'sh why I'm sho heavy... and shtrong." His new realizations have given him an aura of strength. He now seems quite formidable... and protective.

Aion was also very distracted. When he finally managed to extricate himself from the diminished pile his gaze instantly traveled back down the hallway to the point from which the roar had emminated. Shivering slightly in remembrance of the terror it had instilled in him. His gaze shifted slightly however when the giant scorpion-man Lune turned around, Aion's jaw dropped as the semi-arachnid dropped into a protective stance facing what might have been emminent danger. A distinctive feeling of comfort mingled with shame fro his own cowardly actions warred within Aion. Shuffling his feet for several moments he didn't even hear what Sabel had been saying. Instead he finally made up his mind and grabbing both her and the Fox-man's hand he dragged them partially down the hallway until they were once again within the bounderies of the 'group'. Then he released them and staunching his own fears he positioned himself next to Lune, dropping onto all fours and bearing his teeth in the direction of the roar. Growling deep in his throat as he braced himself against a potential threat. His head snapped up in apparent confusion when a small lizard-like creature appeared instead of the horrendous monster he'd been expecting. He did not even manage to answer the salamander-man's question but instead stared blankly.

OOC: Welcome Kiwi. And Misopan, be nice to Furry-chan for once. You act like you're her brother or sumthin'.

"Well I don' think we got a leader jus' yet." Tex drawls. "Me an' th' lil' lady was just walking outwhen we met Aion an' Sabel there. Lune has just arrived." The equine begins calmly. He introduces himself and Sirea before the door opens behind him. He whirls, trips over his long legs and examines the bear in the same way Carl is him. Why's this guy seem familiar to me? He wonders to himself, putting his body between the bear and Sirea at the maddened look in the bear's features. When the fully unleashed savage snarl split the air Tex leapt back nearly falling again to the ground, putting his blunt tipped fingers over his tender ears, nearly screaming back in his own pain.

The bear man looked up at the salamander with still-bewildered terrified eyes. He continued his constant mantra but it slowly died down quietly as he really started to look at the other. He made as if to ask a question then violently shook his head growling to himself "It's a figment of your imagination don't talk to it! Wake up already get out of this place" He snarled at himself. With one clawed hand he clawed his bicep, attempting to pinch and awaken himself. He snalred as only blood flowed in reply. "This can't be real" he stammered to himself. "It can't be! I'm halleucinating or something." He continued trying to ignore the presence of the others. He clutched his ursine head with both clawed hands, closing his eyes and beginning to mumble to himself, but quiter and with less vehemence. Slowly the man was beginning to realize the reality of his situation, he just didn't want to.

OOC: He'll probably grudgingly accept reality by the next post.