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(sure thing. Tristan'll be at 75%)
Tristan was wandering about, sure it was at some ludicrous hour, but he still liked that time of night, especially since it was the time when strange things happened. Well, strange relative to the life most people lived, it was hard for a simple time of night to out strange what had been going on around here. Thinking to himself perhaps I'll catch sight of something interesting tonight? and then the stray thought, his imagination once more acting up ...I'm sure I saw a night-gaunt just a moment ago, if I could get a good look perhaps it could give me some ideas for a good story!...

Jonathan 75% (Enter the Random RP)

Jonathan was start to doing one of his Typical nocturnal walk, He doens't know why but every time that the Serum affect his body, he start to enjoy more and more walk, Also the fresh tropical air helps him with his Asma problems, he was thinking of take his normal route, start in the village at afternoon, then walk in the beach and give some times for see falling star, then return at night to his duplex and sleep. But this times was different, when he return to his duplex something weird in his path take Jonathan attention, the normal nocturnal sounds of the jungle dissapearing left only a burial silence. The curiosity win the match against the reason, don't thinking very good he enter to the jungle and walk, walk, walk, and walk, when he decided return it was late, he lost his way and cant recognize where he is. Desesperatly he start the only thinks that the dog inside him can do, he start to howl to the air, maybe he can take the attention for some islander, or found the way for his duplex.

It took a while for Harold's many eyes to pull focus on one solitary thing, like this human for instance. Funny. It'd been months since he had last considered himself a human, so what was he now? Didn't matter...nothing did...not anymore. Only sustenance mattered. That was it. His next meal...and that was it.

He shook his head at the question, finding it confusing to his already jumbled brain. "I do not know of a night gaunth," he said, his speech coming out in a mess. "What is yourrr name?" he hissed osftly.

Wandered in circle is the only things that Jonathan can do in his position after the Howlig failure, in his mind jonathan blame himself about his big idea of howling for found help, he feel ridiculous, give oportunity to his inner dog to take control of his situation don't cause grace in jonathan.

After some minutes of wanderer walk jonathan stop in a clear zone, the moon light that crossed the trees help him to see a semi human thing form in the jungle plains, He start a desesperated march into the shadow direction, don't worry if his vision can be friends or an enemy, if it were front or of backs, if it were an ilussion or real. That doesn't metter for him, is an opportunity for exit to this Jungle madness.

But somethings make stop his march, another "things" near his vision, but this was differently, this was grotesque, big, weird. Thinking that phenomenon threatened the life of his escape way, Jonathan took a little Stone near him. Again a mixture of reason and instict take his mind, he trown the rock into the "things" direction, at the same times that he warning to the another "guy". "WATCH UP'S!!!"

Already rather skittish, though he kept repremanding himself for it, the shout followed by the thrown rocks did it in for him. Dashing up the nearest tree without thinking, he found himself watching as the Gollum-like creature Harold approached the newcomer ....what a strange name for such a creature, no? Harold seems more like something a person would have....oh, well, I suppose I'll find out soon enough! he thought to himself, unable to keep himself from being mildly amused that here, he was up in a tree, safe and sound while the newcomer who it seems was trying to help was now the one in danger.


(I've gotta pack it in now, feel free to go on, you can just assume that tristan is up in the tree, watching the whole thing)

Harold finally blinked, it was slow and there was something unnatural, not to mention his eyelids were nothing more then a grayish film that covered his eyes and then went back into his sockets. But, the blink had meaning. It meant that the wheels in Harold's mind were now twisting and turning. He ignord Tristan going into a tree and focused on this new person.

At his words his maw twisted and a visible frown could be shown through. "I don't eat humansssss," he snarled, bristling while he bent over and picked up the rock with his long fingers. He looked at it, oustretched hand with the rock laying pleasantly in his palm, and then hie simply handed it back to the person who had thrown it.