Tala had been moving through some of the waters on a sailboat she was piloting. She wanted to enjoy a bit of enjoyment from the breezes, casting her into deeper waters. Though it wasn't easy to run a sailboat easily by yourself, it wasn't the most difficult thing to do. She was in the small cabin below for a while, reading a book while she waited on the fishing nets she set out behind the boat. She realized something was up when the boat started rocking a bit more than it had been. She moved updeck and saw something that concerned her a lot. A rather heavy storm that was approaching. She cursed to herself and moved to pull in the line for the net behind her but realized it was going to take more time than she wanted. This could get ugly. She spent the time to reel in the net as quick as she could, finding the waters getting choppier by the moment. When she started heading back, it was not a picnic trying to navigate the waves. Unfortunately, the storm was a bit more serious than she was hoping for. She did what she could. But with a particularly nasty wave, it turned her boat sideways, letting another harsh wave hit hard against the side of the boat, cracking it quite noticably. She got thrown about the cabin a bit before realizing she was in serious trouble. She moved to grab something from one of the cabinets, putting on a backpack and holding a cube. She made it back onto the deck as the waves continued hitting the craft, jumping into the water as she knew it was more dangerous at this point to stay there.

When she could, she pulled a cord on the cube she was holding as it expanded into an inflatable raft. She tethered herself to the raft, glad she did as the waves threw her off several times. But as the storm calmed down, she slept on the raft, awaking up during the daytime to find that she had made it to land, apparently. She found the raft strewn up on a beach of somewhere. She had no idea where she was.

She walks around for a while, trying to search for life. Though, she did find a number of wild creatures, that wasn't what she was hoping for. She curses to herself again, shaking her head as she went to try and find shelter and shade, knowing it would be a bad idea just to be out in the sun.

*As dreams went this one was rather benign, though it felt more real then one had ever felt before. Dexter could feel the heat radiated by the burning logs, see the dancing light and the floating embers. He could also feel the eyes glareing at him beyond the flames where the dancing light hid them so well.

*It was then just as he was about to sit down that he heard a fearsome howl. He spun quickly to see what had made the noise only to see the most evil looking wolf he had ever seen. A dark wolf with sharp white fangs and glowing eyes swooping down upon him. Before he could react the wolf had landed on him, knocking him to the ground. His hot rancid breath warming Dexters face. But only for a moment as one word echoed in Dexters mind

Meat

*As the word registered Dexter looked around frantically, struggled to get free. Only it was to late, He was surrounded by hungry fearsome wolves. All of them just waiting....

Nooo !

*Dexter bellowed as he sat bolt upright awoken from his dream in a fright. His heart was pounding, his fur was drenched in sweat

((Vaan))

as i ad the finishing touches to the spear i hear a yell in the distence as if one wakes from an evil vision. if i could leave the unconsious wolf i would run out to help but i can not. to many predator would relish the free meal.

instead i howl into the rising light of the sun. the sound of the howl is strange more like that of prehistoric wolves. the call does not hold a threatening nature but is welcoming and kind and strengthens the hearts of those with good in their souls. it is a summons to the one who yelled into the morning. the sound rings out and carries far and clear.

i only hope those lost and trapped here this day will hear and make their way to my camp. their is strength in numbers and the sent of one of the Tyranosaurous like beasts wafts on the morning air and i hope she stays far off and does no approach.

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*As Dexter sat there in shock he heard the call. His ears perked as he gathered himself, not quite sure what to make of the wolfs cry. It was clear and welcoming almost bringing comfort, yet he wondered if it was directed towards him. He wasn't sure just what to do.

*Carefully he got himself up and headed towards the stream. First thing he needed a bath. If he was to meet a wolf the last thing he wanted was to smell of fear and sweat. The dream still had his nerves rattled, and so as he stepped into the cool water he kept his ears trained on where the howl had come from just as he sniffed the air from time to time. There was he found a strange scent in the air that bothered him more then the wolves, though he wasn't sure why. At first he thought it was him, but after checking himself he knew it to be something out there that he'd never come across.

*Whatever he decided, Dexter knew that it might be best to get moving as soon as he could. Staying here just didn't seem wise

Tala perked her ears as she heard something in the distance. 'A yell? From what?', she would think to herself. She reached to the side of her backpack that she still had with her holding some supplies in a water-tight bag inside the backpack. On the side of it was a machete, the only thing she had besides her teeth and claws that could be used as a weapon. But was also useful in chopping down foliage. She moved as quickly as she could towards the sound that was made by the bull, not that it was all that fast. She was still a good little ways from the area. But she also heard an interesting howl a little further in the distance. That was something she was a little more familiar with. Though the sound was different than what she was used to hearing. She could tell it was likely from another wolf. SHe continued on her way for a good bit of time, getting closer to where she thought she heard the sounds.

*Having cleaned himself as best as he could Dexter climbed out of the water and shook himself off. Though his fur was still damp he no longer smelled like sweat. Usually he'd wait a while and let the warm sun dry him off before getting dressed and continuing on, but with the dream still on his mind and that strange scent in the air he thought it best not to wait.

*So it was that he walked over to the tree where he had hung his clothes the night before and began to get dressed

((Vaan))

with the rising of the sun i ea some of the left over meat as i check the decesed reptiles hide wich i have set to tan in the sun. after this i pick up my shield and stone tipped spear entering the center of the clearing. taking a stance as solid as the earth itself i begin to mve through the forms. my morning exercise keeps me fit and alert. the speed of my movements is a blurt the spear whistles as it slice the air. some of the movements are to fast for the to properly perseve. i stike and faint at invisiible targets working my body keeping it honed. though i look old my body is muscularand fit.

i keep my sences open throughout my exercises. my blind white eye shows me the flow of life and magical energies that so chaoticly permeate this world. even as i move i can see the life force of every creature in or around the clearing, from small insects to the the small dragon like creature that sits quietly on the end of the downed planes wing. it is only about as long as my arm from snout to tail tip, it has gotten used to me these many months and almost tame.

as i finish my rutine the small gold dragon chirps expectantly and with a nod from myself flits down te eat some of the meat left by the fire.

*Dexter slipped into his black slacks, and buckled the leather belt. Then put on his dingy white shirt. As he buttoned it up he thought he heard a faint whistle off in the direction the wolf had howled from earlier. He pondered this as he checked his pockets once more. So far his watch was still ticking and his leatherman was still clipped to his belt. Other then that all he had was his wallet, keys, and a few coins.

*With a sigh he put on his hat and stared off in the direction the wolves scent had come from last night, and the howl had come from this morning. He wondered if it was crazy to set off in that direction. If they were hostile then no doubt he'd be dinner. Unarmed as he was. Still the call had seemed like a warm welcome so he had to hope he would be greeted warmly

Dicey looked at the belongings that had been in the glove box, putting aside the thick pad of paper of things one should know about the car and cars in general that always seemed to reside in the glove box. The wolf shuffled through the objects, grabbing those which might be useful later. He ripped at one of the seats, pulling out the fabric and fashioning it into a crude bag of sorts- The car had looked good, however, and he mentally apologized for himself. He put everything he had found in it so far, and being a true explorer, he flapped his wings, taking himself on a little tour. He found animal bones, some of which were perfectly shaped to be used as pricking tools or speartips and collected them. With more study of wildlife, he gathered more of the herbs he had found earlier and also got to look at some live animals. None of them seemed hostile, so the wolf went about with what he did.

Throughout the whole night, Dicey did nothing but exploring and gathering, plundering wreckages and using his wings to traverse areas faster than most and getting to places others couldn't, causing him to loot much faster than anyone he could imagine. When he was done with ihs last target for now, having filled the bag to bursting point, he lifted it, slung it over his shoulder and took flight. Just as he was about to lift over a gathering of various trees, he heard a roar and had to look behind him. It was unbeleivable; Dicey thought he was looking at a Tyrannosaurus, or something similar. But that couldn't be right, could it? The wolf flew straight up, until the animal lost track of him, as not to have the animal stalk him back. Only then did he dive back towards the car. Once back, he put all of his assorted objects onto the car, and then assembled several crude spears on tree branches that were more durable than he thought they could be.

He also made use of a rough surface to fashion a longer bone into a one-bladed dirk of sorts. As if that wasn't enough, he made a salve of some of the plants, then hardened it into paste over a fire. Carefully he examined the result and then nodded contently- Having created a pleasant smelling paste that could be used as soap with no consequental side effects, though it wouldn't be as effective as real soap. And lastly, he tried some of his magic, making adjustments to how he performed to see if he could find a sweet spot of the planet. After a while, he had only learnt how to force wind around at his whim without causing it to backfire or even frizzle- Only because it was just minor magic. He grabbed the bag and flew back to where he had been shown earlier by the wolf, where there was a fire and everything- He could scent it in the air. He dropped the bag and shouted; "Express delivery, various useful items!" Though the last two words might have been inaudible, as the wolf was already on his way in the opposite direction to loot even more. One might think the very tireless Dicey had a talent for plundering things that could be useful.

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Tala moved through the woods and jungle-like setting, seeing the light of the sun starting to rise now. It was such a disorienting thing to see. Something was different. Something wasn't right here. But she didn't dwell on that. She wanted to find others first. She hoped that she would find someone soon.

She continued her way through the foliage, cutting away bushes and the like, not being overly stealthy, but not trying to make a lot of ruckus at the same time. She would only use the machete for getting past areas that she couldn't so easily otherwise.

She finally came upon a small little cleared spot, having gotten the scent of something in the area. She followed it to a sort of small little camp site where she saw in the distance a bull creature? That's what the creature appeared to be. She stayed behind some bushes, trying not to be seen. It seemed he was about ready to leave as he was getting his things together. She tried to stay hidden for now though.

*Tempest slowly awoke once he heard the voice of another saying something about a delivery. His eyes were blurred at first and took a second to adjust before he clearly saw his surrounding. He looked around with a calm look on his face before his surrounding finally register to him that he wasn't at home anymore. He sat with a confused and frighten look on his face as he looked at what seemed to be a really old air craft and the fire infront of him. He stood up taking a couple steps back before tripping over something and falling flat on his back. He sat up slowly and gasped when he saw the corpse of an extremely large reptilian like creature. Tempest made a strange face before he finally letting out a terrified scream.*



AHHHHHHHHHHH!!!! *Tempest ran off into the woods as if his life was in danger. For all he knew it could be after all, He kept running looking back from where he came checking to see if he was being followed before tripping over a fallen tree branch. He looked up wiping the dirt off his muzzle and nearly fainted. Infront of him was the wreckage of his car. He stood up and ran to it as if it was a fallen comrade. He dropped to his knee's with his hands out as he looked at his car with a look of shock on his face*


What happened to my car!?! Where the hell am I!?! *Tempest looked inside to see that the fabric on the seat was torn off and his key were gone. Being young and confused, he desperately came up with a conclusion that seemed logical.*


"OMG I WAS KID NAPPED!!!!" And they killed my car the mother.....*He becomes enraged as he begins to think of what he can do to kill who ever did this.....His rage turns into fear as he starts to wonder if the person has a gun or he is just plain huge. Tempest crawls into his car and starts searching for any of his belongings. He opens the center console and finds that his cellphone is still there. He turns it on, for a second the screen lights up then shuts off, the scent of burning electronics becomes present in the air. Tempest curls his lips back, his eye twitches a little as he throws his cellphone out the car.


"You gotta be kidding me!!!!!" He looks behind him and finds his backpack. looking inside he sees that all of his school supplies plus his colone, soap, and his Ipod are still in there. He reaches for his ipod about to turn it on then stops.


"Ohh man....please don't fry....please Don't I'm begging you please" Unfortunately his plea is in vain as the ipod as well burns up somehow. Tempest hangs his head in disappointment and tosses his ipod aside


You gotta be kidding me.....He says with more sadness and disappointment in his voice as puts his back pack on and sitsinside the car in the back resting his head againt the middle of the seat since the car is still upside down. Finding it to be a bit more peaceful since its the only thing familiar to him at the moment.


(ooc:Reminder that my character isn't a wolf (For once lol :lol: ) But a german sheperd with entirely black fur. Ive been called a young wolf a couple times so just making it clear)

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*Just as he was about to leave Dexter thought he heard something behind him. He turned and peered into the forest.

Hello ?

Is someone there ?

*He asked before taking a sniff.

No. I suppose not. foolish question on my part.

*He said to himself as he bent over to grab a fallen branch. He had detected the vary faint scent of a wolf, but one might have passed close by last night. At least that's what he told himself. It would he reasoned help explain the bad dream. It might even show they didn't mean him harm. Still he hefted the branch as if judging its strength.

Yea I suppose this will do

*He said as he began stripping it of all the smaller limbs until he had a slightly crooked walking staff. Later when he set down for the night he would start carving it. For now though he walked back to the river and knelt down for a drink. One hand remained on the staff as he took his fill, only looking up when he heard the scream.

Dang !

*He said with some urgency

Guess I better get going

*He wasn't sure just what he might be getting into, but with so much activity in that direction Dexter was sure one way or another he might find friends there. Certainly someone needed help and if he could do anything to help, well He'd try at the very least. Even so it was still with an uneasy mind that Dexter began his journey away from the river towards the unknown

((Vaan))


seeing the young k9 run for it i follow him. i calmly wach as he rumages through his car. i feel for him i realy do. as he leans against his car i calmly walk from the woodline. i hold 2 spears in one hand and my sheild in the other. my dark green left eye has a friendly if ageless look to it, the right is a blind white orb a horrendous scar crosses it virticly. a worn tan cowboy hat sits on my head. a tan leather duster and buckskin pants with a larg knife at my hip. another smaller knife is straped to my lower leg.

i imbed the butts of bothe spears into the ground before speaking to the young male. my vioce calm and frendly.

"well seem your awake at last. don't worry i'm not gonna hurt ya we're both in tham boat here kid. and if it wasn't for me you would probably be Rex food by now."

i toss the metal tipped spear at his feet

"here wether you whant ta listen to me or not you'll need that to survive here."

*Dexter took a few steps then stopped and took out his watch. He oriented the hands as he had been taught as a young calf so he could find north. Then noting the direction the river was in he slipped the watch back into his pocket and reached for his leatherman. He opened the handles and flipped out a knife. Carefully he carved the bearing into the top of his staff, then closed the tool before replacing it in its pouch.

I'm headed that way

*He said loudly as he pointed towards where the wolves were camped with his staff.

If you're following me try to keep up.

*It was more in jest then anything. more then likely there wasn't anyone trailing him. Still the thought that someone might just be there comforted and amused him

Tala kept her distance between herself and the bull, trying to keep within eye-sight, but distant enough not to be easily seen or detected. She made extra effort to try and remain as silent as she could. She would try not to use her machete, knowing it would make a good bit of noise that was obviously not natural at all. She had been curious about just where this creature came from. But she was curious of a great number of things, really.

She continued to follow, having also heard the loud yell from a distance away. It seemed the bull had caught interest in it as well, seemingly moving towards the direction of that area for the moment. She adjusted her clothes a bit, having really left with little more than a bikini on. It's what she wore when she was on the boat much. And her survival pack didn't have a spare set of clothes in it. Not that it really mattered at this point.