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Pyroth nodded in response to her almost cryptic reply, it was adequate for him indeed, however, change on the island was not always for the better, though admittedly any change at this point would be welcome in some ways. He tilted his head slightly before replying "I think we are all a little worse for wear, this place ages you faster than any city I've ever known." But cities themselves were something he missed dearly, oh to hear the slosh of car tyres in the rain as they went past, halting at the traffic lights, oblivious to the people huddled round with their jackets and umbrellas. It was a world too far away now for him, faint whisps of another world, an old life but the vividness of the image was startling to him and it had been uncalled.

Emerwyn was becoming a deer, he knew, a prey animal more in tune to things that predators didn't care for, if a storm was coming a deer would be in a dry place long before the wolves that sought it. He didn't doubt anything that the other islander felt, even something as whimsical as a coming change. "Let us hope that any coming changes are for the better then. " he smiled warmly.

Pyroth raised a brow, his fears? What were his fears? Well the most vivid one was the unknown, things he couldn't predict, after all, it had been his job at one time to predict, predict and in doing so, destroy. But there were others, lonliness, the future, all kinds of things. Most of which were irrelevant now he had surrendered himself to this new life, this new self. He'd be lonely of course, no one else would ever share his plight in all likliness but many of the islanders were like extended family and he could lean on them.

He nodded "Surprisingly enough I have conquered mine, there is little left to fear now. Any changes that come will be more interesting than to be feared." He had fought the changes every step of the way and thrown himself headlong into hell when really it seemed that when he accepted it was when he was most at ease.

Now that was something Pyroth had been dwelling on a lot lately "Now that is true, I'd say that boredom has been one of the most destructive things I've had to put up with since I got here, not the injections, I could deal with the changes if I had duties to fulfil each day, responsibilities, but having nothing to do but, as you say, watch the sun rise and set is more self destructive than anything."

That was the worst thing about this transformation, he could no longer even do the things he had taken for granted, like drawing. All he'd be good for now would be storytelling and he wasn't even good at that, having never properly listened to his grandparents and family as a child.

"Moreau is the tyrant, boredom is the enemy."

Pyroth simply watched Em as she thought, wondering what was on her mind, all the time he'd known her she had been very secretive, keeping herself to herself for the most part. For all he knew she could have a hundred problems and he wouldn't know one of them. He used to be like that before he came here, but had snapped to the temptation of sharing whatever burdens he carried.

He eyed the river for a moment, it's path to the sea and freedom one not even the aquatic islanders could follow.

"Something on your mind?" he asked.

Pyroth nodded understandingly. "Well if you ever need a willing ear then feel free to give me a holler, like I say, there isn't much else to do around here, I'd be only too willing to listen." He frowned, aware that he hadn't eaten in several hours and though he wasn't hungry at the moment he'd probably be soon and didn't want to deal with any of his possible actions if he did decide he was hungry, after all the intensity of his current instincts were still new to him and he hadn't been able to control himself before.

He got to his feet and bowed his head slightly "But for now I'd best be getting myself to the cafeteria for a snack." He still had his inherent dislike of food and eating from when he was human but now it was actually a behavioural influence and one he didn't want to go without.

"Hopefully things will have changed for you for the better next time we meet." he said with a toothy grin. "Take care."

And after waiting for her response, he turned and with agility and speed beyond what he'd ever had, sprinted off from the river and bounded off into the jungle's dense undergrowth.

***New RP***

Tomy sits down by the river, a sad morose shadow of his former self. He occasionally sips from one of the few V8 bottles he brought with him, but other than that does nothing but look contemplative. Every once in a while he'll attempt to throw a stone into the river, mostly just trying to get some manual dexterity back into his spindly hands.

With a sigh and a final flick of the wrist, Tommy casts his last stone into the water. He blinks a few times as he hears something coming out of the trees...he turns to look and seems more than a bit alarmed when at first he sees the coyote.

Tommy tenses up a bit, but then begins to notice some odd things. For one, the paws aren't normal, and he's way to large.

"...You've got to be kidding me..." he barely whispers to himself.

Tommy frowns a bit as Pyroth speaks. One the one hand, his hatred for this place grows exponentially with every changed islander he meets, but on the other hand, the small part of his mind which knows that he will never leave this island is rejoicing. It seems that even those who have changed that much can still speak.

Tommy tries to put on his friendly grin, but the most he does is just show off his razor-like front teeth.
"Pyroth...huh...name's Tommy, Tommy Christian," the cadet says slowly, still getting used to his new mouth structure. His lifts his right hand, to shake, but pauses before he gets halfway. He stares at his freakishly large hand for a moment. It seems shaking hands is a thing of the past, for both of them.