Day One

"...Lysp. The boy passed out." Liron looks, on a whole, unconcerned.

Zarkaeloth dismisses the acts of the group around him, and leans on the nearest tree. ((Snuh))

Lysp's tail turns into a stick, and he pokes Kyran.

Annette bursts out from the treetops near Kyran, landing near him and shaking one of her many tails in curiosity. She pokes her nose near his neck, drawing in a deep breath. Moving back, she slaps his face to try and get him to wake up.

And the shock of being slapped.... Does nothing, but it does seem to anger the lingering spirits that were staring at him intently.

At the lack of response from her victim, she slaps him again in another attempt to wake him, this time harder.

Kyran comes to. "AAAAAHH!" He yells, confused.

"Oh, you're alive." She tilts her head to the side, examining him closely. "Can I have your soul?"

"Um... No?" He scrambles backwards. "But um, if you need to eat souls you could eat those over there." He points at the lost spirits.

"Hm?" She peered over to where he was pointing, seeing translucent figures staring back. She walked over to one of them, reached through its form, and promptly inhaled the wispy spirit. Her orb began to glow brighter for a moment as the soul residue imbued itself within the confines of the sphere. Annette walked backed over to Kyran, leaning into his personal space, taking a long whiff near his neck. "Your soul. I want it."

"Sorry, but the forest wouldn't like that..." He look scared.

She tilted her head to the side again. "Why not?"

"Because I'm supposed to be helping these nice people!" He smiles and waves at all the people around him.

Shon looks confused and upset as the crazy lady slaps Kyran, attempting to move between them in a sweet, but seemingly futile move.

Zarkaeloth opens his eyes, then walks over to Annette."Have you been here awhile, I swear I haven't had THAT much..."

Liron can't help it- he start's laughing his ass off, shaking with mirth. "Ahahahaaha! This is the funniest thing ever!" Lina, however, looks much less amused, frowning at the stranger. "Stop that! No eating souls! It's mean!"

Annette's ears perk up at the voices of the strangers, confused about how she was completely unaware of their presence before. "But, but, I wanna." Once again she moves over to Kyran, slipping around Shon. "Just gimme, okay?"

Shon tries to prevent her, but ends up tumbling to the ground, and remains sitting there with a confused expression on his face. Vicheryn comes over with a worried look to make sure he is not hurt too badly.

Annette then suddenly notices Zarkaeloth, her ears folding back in recoil. Fright bloomed in her mind, and her body went rigid, eyes wide. Her orb began to glow an angry red, which deepened into scarlet, as her body started to prepare its defense system. Her gauntlet also took on a reddish hue, gleaming hot with the magic pulsing through. His scales resembled that of a dragon, and her track record with them was never up to average. "D-Dragon?" Her words came out as a whisper, her terror making her speech patterns shaky.

"My greetings to you too, now tell me, what business have you here?"

Annette managed to cool off a bit, her gauntlet returning to its cool gray color, her orb fading back to cyan. She was still wary, but able to keep calm. "I'm hungry," she replied, hypersensitive to what was going on around her.

"I'm sorry, but I need my soul."

"I would think we all do..." He looks confused, as though he had slept through the previous conversation. ((Intention: he took a nap then woke up and said his greetings))