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Kaveri was the vulture woman who had inspired such a strong sense of hope in Emerwyn. Maybe she could do the same for Zach.

She smiled. "I think that is a splendid idea." Her tongue slipped a little when she said the word 'splendid.' Getting married. Bobby had mentioned there being a priest on the Island, at the same time that she suggested that she and Ian become permanent - companions. She shook her head, as though physically shaking away the thought. She was beginning to feel rather disoriented. At first she didnt' want to like it, but she did feel rather giddy.

"Those kind of feelings should not be bottled in - they'll eventually destroy you." She nodded wisely. "Even if it doesn't work out, at least you will know that you have spoken what you felt."

Chubbs heard the sounds of people and music, but he smelled them before he even saw the tent. Not to mention the trail of cologne, perfumes and phermones was pretty rank in the air. He stood at a distance from the tent, dressed in his costume, watching through the mesh of his helmet.

He wasn't sure if he should go in, would people remember him? What if Zach was there? Would he attack him? Chubbs took a deep breath and thought f*ck it. He'd been locked up for three months, he needed some fun. Walking towards the tent, he thought he saw a dog come outside. As he got closer, her saw it was a dog in a roman sorta costume. Jesus, what had happened to him? Chubbs couldn't help but stare a little, but made his way towards the tent regardless.

He thought he was close enough to start dragging his knife. The thing was blunt as hell and couldn't poke a piece of paper, but it made a really cool scraping sound when he dragged it along the ground. Chubbs remembered all too well how much he freaked playing that game and how he'd run hearing that sound, man silent hill was creepy. Chubbs finally walked up to the doorway and made his way inside, to see how the party was going.

"You know, you're right. Sss'true." And there went his careful grasp on the letter S. Not that it mattered much. The deer-woman's words made total sense to him. "As sssoon as I see her, I'm going to tell her."

He glanced out over the milling crowd of humans and half-humans. There was someone new now... Rex!? He growled a little as he stared pointedly at the guy, his frill fanning. God, how he hated that stupid lion. Rex had slugged him in the face the last time they'd met. Had Sabin really exacted his revenge on the guy?

Rex was just about to make his way over to the table where the delicious scent of meat had wafted from, but his bee-line to the table was interrupted by a waving from the corner of his eye. He turned to find Emerwyn greeting him cheerily. This was enough to change his attention from the food and he walked over to the woman in her sexy costume. His testerone and the Lion both agreed: Women > Food. Unfortunately, he didn't even realize who she was speaking with until it was too late to change his course once again. Zach's ugly mug triggered in his head after he had already arrived with his greeting, "Well howdy, lil' misseh." He spoke in a bad southern accent on purpose, as a joke that went along with his costume. He then turned to Zach and acknowledged him with a flat "Hello, Zachary."

Zach looked over at Emerwyn a moment, seeing her dazed expression, but he couldn't keep his attention away from the lion for long. He watched Rex stalking over and his right hand closed around the plastic pitchfork. It wasn't much of a weapon, but if the stupid feline tried anything, Zach wasn't afraid to whack him in the face with it.

Even if Rex didn't do anything, it'd probably come down to that. But not in front of Emerwyn. She seemed to like him.

"Rexss." He noticed that the lion seemed to have a great deal less of a mane than he usually did. That couldn't be normal. He broke out into a malicious looking grin. "Where'sss your boyfriend?"

Emerwyn blinked a few times. Rex... Rex is my friend... I ran away. I though he was going to eat me...
He kissed me. I did not want him to do that.

Emerwyn's logic had slowed considerably since she finished off the second cup of Zach's punch.
"Rex... hi! I see you know Zachary..." She was not able to pick up on the animosity that shone glaringly between the two of them. Instead, she blinked hard again, and set down her cup.

Rex ignored Zach comment completely and didn't even bother to spare the man a second glance. "Yeah, we've met." he murmured while still looking directly at Emerwyn.

He grabbed a drink and sat down at the table, downing a small sip before continuing with the conversation, "How's this party been so far?" While it was an open question, it's not hard to argue that Rex directed it to the fine doe before him.