Blake had been traped on the island in the middle of the ocean for 2 months now. "I wish Keriaia was here....be alot easier to make it back to the mainland..." Blake said. He was surrounded by other islands. He had found a freash-water stream, some cocnut trees, and pleanty of herbs to make stew with. Unfortunately, there was no protein in the herbs or coconuts, as a result he was very thin and pathetic looking, even though he felt like he had just woken up in His hut in Du Weldenvarden. He ate stew for lunch and drank Coccnut milk. He looked at the horizon around the time of evening. He thought he saw a Boat heading toward the quadrent of islands surrounding him. he stood up and started yelling anmd waving his arms.

Lyla subconsciously felt it, the swaying motion- up... down...up...down. She was too drugged up to try and discover what was happening, but she knew it wasn't good. Anyway, she was pretty much asleep, and unable to move, so it wasn't like she could do anything about it. She could hardly think for heaven's sake! Suddenly, the movement lurched to the side. She was on such a tilt that she could feel she was moving, although sliding or being carried she couldn't make out. It wasn't fun whatever it was! But the movement stopped, now she was falling, and got that feeling as though her stomach had been left behind. She prepared herself as best she could to hit solid ground, but it didn't come. Instead, and icy cold wet sensation surrounded her.
Oh no... water! She realised, panicking madly. She couldn't move herself to stay afloat, but it didn't really make a difference as she couldn't swim anyway.
I'm going to drown! She thought, a screaming voice inside her head.
I'm going to die! Lyla thought, more regretfully than panicked this time. Then it all stopped. No sound, no sight, no smell. She couldn't feel anything, could no longer taste the salty water as it swirled about her mouth which was involuntarily hanging open. She might have though this was it, this was death... if she had the ability to think.

A ragged form washed up on the shore. It was a sort of furry lump, black with indistinguishable features. It was completely soaked, and the tide pulled it back and forth gently. It was Lyla. She wasn't dead- but near enough. It had only been a short trip to the beach from the boat, so she hadn't been given enough time to properly drown.

OOC: Mind if I?

Serias crouched like a mighty pather, his long hair blowing in the air like millions of needles. His long ears twitched quickly, moving back in forth at blurring speeds. A shout reached his ears. A man, thought Serias, angling his ears to capture the sound best he could. That voice, it triggered something. A far off memory scattered in the void put together with pieces of it's essence. But still, I must be careful. He jumped up, cloak blowing around him as the sea breeze hit him square in the face. Two powerful scents reached his nose. One came from the direction of the sound, but the other? That was a true mystery. He felt as though these people were stranded here, just like him. But he was looking for something that had been lost to his dark elf race many thousands of years ago.

Grabbing the pommel of his sword with inhuman swiftness, he heard a low click, as the blade moved upwards, catching light. Serias began to run towards the sound of the shouting, holding his blade just so that he could take it out quickly and silently, great for assassination. He broke through bushes, and hid behind a pile of palm leaves, the shouting right up ahead.


OOC: Also, to escape confusion, we should go in the order we just posted. For example, Saphira 75, then Firetongue, then me.

OOC: Okay we'll stay in that order.....and in receeding if anyone comes along....

IC:Blake stopped shouting for juust a split second. He felt A presence behind him....It was very familliar....he coulden't tell who it was but he knew he coulden't trust him or her just yet....He felt another one father down the shoreline but this one he kne who it was. Lyla... He thought he kept shouting and waving, all the while moving closer to the black clump of fur known as Lyla. When he got there he stopped yelling and picked up Lyla...in her cat form of course. He started to shake her. "Wake up!" He shouted to the cat. To anyone else this must of looked like Blake was crazy...The Werecat stired lightly She's druged.... Blake thought he put her inside of his make shift pack where his Grass blankets were. He continued to shout, still wondering who was behind him.

OOC: I gotta go out to eat..and see a movie...soo yeah....go ahead and post your posts i'll be back in about 2-3 hours...

Lyla stirred lethargically. Her head was pounding, it felt as if it had been chopped roughly in two from the top of her skull. She groaned, but found she couldn't move. Her memory failed her for a while- all she could remember in the near past was water, and panic. It was dark, but soft and warm.
Maybe this is death? She thought to herself in her drugged stupor, but bluntly decided it wasn't. She could hear distant shouting, and her head pounded harder than ever before. The shouts echoed around her mind like a horrible dream that she just wanted to forget forever. She was so comfortable- warm, swaddled, safe... maybe she could just get some sleep...
No! Something told her not to, she had to stay awake. Suddenly, Lyla gagged. It felt as though some disgustingly round, hard object had been forced down her throat- worse than a hairball. Her eyes widened as her heart leaped so high it felt as though it were trying to force whatever she was choking on out of her mouth. It came. A horrible salty flavour tinged her tongue, with a hint of stinging bile.
Only water... she realised.
How can it be so difficult to cough up water? She wondered still half asleep. The spot of material underneath her jaw was wet now- it didn't matter to her, she was soaked anyway. The drug began to dig into her mind again as though a shovel were stuck into her consciousness. Lyla felt drowsy once again... peacefully drowsy.

Serias gave a sigh. They werent bandits, and there seemed to be no things of importance to steal, but it tugged at his mind like a rope. Maybe if I see who they are, but so quickly they cant see me, im might know who they are. After all, theior presence seems familir, but alien as well. Content with his idea, he quickly muttered, "Shadow step!" His right foot flew through the air and he found himselfmoving so fast it seemed all time had stopped, although he could clearly see that they were moving slowly. He dashed past them, took a look at their face and ran silently back to the pile of leaves, muttering,"Return." Everything was back as it was the second he left.

Serias sat down, and began to ponder on their faces. One was a cat, no wait, a werecat, by the looks of it. The other, the man, reminded Serias of an old friend, but this man seemed much more mature with gained intellect. But what were they doing here? Serias didnt know, but he darted his eyes back to them, wanting to know more.[/i]

Blake saw a Flash of Black...well he coulden't call it light. His hand flew to his sowrd he drew as fast as he could but within a flash it was gone. He did see witch way the....Shadow, had gone he flicked his head over to the right. He thought he saw a few leaves rustle. Probably my imagination...I've had no one to talk to for days...probably hiloucinating. He thought but he coulden't put his finger on what to name the strange curiousity that made him walk very carefully towrds the underbrush. If that shadow is dangerous...i suppose i should be prepared. He had his Amthyst sowrd drawn, it glinting of the faint sunlight.

In her drowsiness, Lyla heard the faint sound of a sword being drawn. It's metallic echo reverberated around her mind though it sounded faint and distant like a far off dream. She had to stay alert- that much she knew. Something was happening, something important and possibly dangerous. She had a burning desire to understand what was going on- a pure frustration at the fuzzy wall between her suspension in ignorance and clear thoughts. Carefully, Lyla moved her front leg. She was at least able to move a little, perhaps she could get out of where-ever she was and observe the events around her. Tenderly, she rolled onto her feet, knees shaking under the strain she drew her claws. Hoisting herself up to where she felt right, she dug her claws in and pulled. It was horribly difficult, but she managed to break out into the fresh air. She regretted leaving the comfort in which she had felt so safe just a few seconds ago as she blinked drearily, attempting to adjust her eyesight to the brightness.

Serias gave a small grin. He had alerted them, and it was his time to take action. He had enough energy for one shadow step, but he wondered if he should. After losing that energy, he was pretty sure he could take down the man. But with the werecat, well, it just looked like it could use a weapon. Oh well, he thought. He quickly sent a message through the mans mind: I mean no harm. A split milisecond later, he shadow stepped and knocked the sword out of the mjans hand, before he could move another inch. It flew and emmbedded itself in a tree. As he stood up, looking the man directly in the eyes, he grew his sword back onto his arm where his hand of the ancients was, then waited for a reply. He non-verbally casted a small ward around himself just in case the man attacked, and waited.

Blake fell backwards wondering. Where have i seen that before? He stood up and saw his amthyst sowrd still quivering in the tree. He Saw This man draw a sowrd out of his arm. Now that i remamber....if i only remember the name! He saw The man was in a defensive postion so he knew he wasn't going to come to harm unless he attacked. "I know you!...If only I rmembered your name.....If you don't mind could you tell me your name...And if you recognize me too then my name is Blake." He said to the man. Blake noticed a small quivering comeing from his bag. Well at least she's awake... He thought.

Lyla fell over the top of the pack, and hit the floor. The sound was like a muffled "thunk", but at least she had the sense to land on her feet. Maybe it was more luck than sense... she swayed precariously, but managed to sit down before she could fall over. Her vision began to focus, and she knew the drug was wearing off. Hopefully her movement would soon be fully restored to its usual agility. Lyla's head was still pounding as if a dragon was jumping about inside, so she though it best to let the ache wear off before attempting to communicate with anyone. However, she knew that it wouldn't be wise to let on how bad she was feeling- any potential enemy could pick out signs of weakness. She dug her claws into the ground to hold her steady, and glared angrily at anything she saw moving.

Serias gave a grin to Blake, his golden eyes reflecting all of his life. "Names are powerful. As most should know, you can control others with them." Serias let go of the small yet powerful ward, then quietly said," But most call me Serias. Your name brings something to my mind, but I'm not quite sure." Serias walked over to the tree, pulling the blade out, letting it reflect the light with brilliance. "A fine blade." He walked over, handing it to Blake. He glanced over to the werecat, who he saw was glaring at him as though he had just gouged out her eyes. "Now she," Serias whispered to Blake, first noticing the creature was female," Does not bring anything to my mind." Serias gave a small sigh." A drink prehaps?" He muttered a quick word and the sands began to quiver as if a beast was pushing it from the inside. It rose up, and began to, piece by piece, turn into two beautiful goblets, which filled themselves with blood colored wine.

Serias picked up the cup, took a small sip, then told Blake,"I do not know the werecat, and do not want to intrude upon her mind for just a question. But you seem to know her quite well, so would u please as her if she would like anything."

Blake took his sowrd. "Thanks...Nice, Er, Um...Arm?" He said questionanly and complimetary at the same time. He saw that Lyla had crawled out of the bag. He tried to comunicate with her. He found out that she was drugged. "Hmmm...she's drugged..." The ship... He looked around and sisin't see the ship. ...Hmmm.....Could they have drugged her?...I forgot to check the sails... He saw The Wine that had just freashly poped up from the ground. "Sorry. I don't drink." Clerly lieing...He had five wineskins in his bag. But he wasn't sure if he fully trusted Serias yet.

OOC: Have you noticed i'm the only un-mod that's posted lol

Lyla's mind began to clear. She could hear the people talking better, and pick out a few words here and there, although they soon resorted to what sounded like whispering.
What do they have to hide? She thought in annoyance, but a sudden recognition popped to the front of her mind.
I know him... she realised.
If only I could remember the name... Lyla climbed to her feet. She knew somehow that he was no enemy, and seemed to be chatting with the stranger with a mild trust- well- he wasn't threatening anyway. Lyla gasped as though a cloud had been lifted- as though a burst of beautiful sunlight had brightened a once gloomy day. Her mind cleared as though it had been washed after being smothered in dirt for so long.
Blake! She mentally shouted.
I know him- it's Blake! Lyla almost grinned with glee through the shock.

Serias let out a small laugh. "Well, at least I can see your smart enough not to take drinks from people you dont know that well." Serias stepped on the glass, putting his foot back in his foot as the wine spilled out. "Its an acidic substance. It can burn the width of a broadsword in a matter of seconds." The acid was now burning through the sand. "A small test, if you dont mind." Serias crouched, picking up the sand, letting it flow through his fingers like crystal clear water, coiling around his gauntleted hand like a snake. Serias' ears twitched, and he turned around, yelling,"Strataga!" The sand flew from his fingers, turning into a burning ball of fire as it absorbed the oxygen with it's head. The inferno headed toward the trees, then exploded, a powerful echo flowing through the air. "I dont know about you," continued Serias, walking to the explosion site. "But i feel a slight need to eat. Its strange that this was on an island like this, because they usually like to fly in the sky." Out of the burning crater he had created, he dragged a corpse. It was a horse. Well, part horse. It had the wings of a bat, the front legs of a tiger. The horse part was the torso and tail. But the creepiest part of all was the face. The face of a human implanted onto the head of a tiger. Serias grumbled something about rough meat, and began to take the skin off the creature,. which was now fully cooked.

Seeing the acid burning through the sand Blake gave Serias his special sarcastic grin. "Aren't you fun?" He said. He heard Lyla through her daze. "She's awake!" Blake said while Serias was killing...the..hmm...he swore to never call a living being a thing ever becuase he knew how it felt...so he decided to drop it. He started to shake Lyla violently...he wasn't sure if she was fully recovered yet but it definatly didn't look like it. He saw that she was definatly waking.

Lyla squirmed in annoyance. She almost hissed angrily, but didn't want to seem hostile to a friend- the only one here she could trust. The shaking had cleared her head slightly, but obviously did nothing for the ache.
Ok! Ok! I'm up! She mumbled, delighted to see that the ability of mental contact had returned. Twisting, she wrenched herself out of Blake's grasp and dropped to the floor without a sound. She landed nimbly on her paws, and noticed that some agility and balance was also improved. As her sight came into focus, she glanced around. For the first time, she noticed where she was.
An island... she murmured mostly to herself, a slight anxiety rising on the pit of her stomach.
How did I get here though? Lyla pondered.
I can't even swim... she turned to Blake with a questioning expression.

Serias took a fairly small piece of meat, popped it in his mouth, letting it's strange flavor echo inside his mouth like inside a cathendral hall. He closed his bright eyes of a sunset for a moment, letting the power of life flow through him like a stream. Still letting strength burst through his veins, with a patheticly weak spell, he disposed of the burning corpse. He opened his eyes at the dark sky, the stars shining like droplets of water on an infinite plane. He then looks at the werecat, setting his eyes on her. To Serias, werecats were the second most fantastic and majestic beings. They often knew almost as much as he did. It amazed him of how some things can be so wise. But this werecat looked uncomfortable. And he knew that didnt suit werecats very well. Mind if I?, he asked quickly to resist annoying the werecat further. He muttered a quick spell that dryed off her fur almost instantly, although it was a hot spell and Serias hoped it didnt bother her much. He then Summoned a large amount of his energy to let a silk carpet come out of the ground at the werecats feet, complete with a small pillow. "If you dont like it, tell me," he told her out loud, then turned back to Blake. "Well, arent we having a good time," he said smiling. "Do you need anything? Meals prehaps? Or a bed? I can do it to prove i mean no harm."

OOC:SORRY!! lol i went camping so i was gone for the weekend...

IC:"Erm...no thanks.." Blake said to Serias. He noticed that Lyla had woke up and was a little dazed. He quickly focused his attention oh the werecat. He started to check her for flesh wound. He didn't find any skin damages. Okay that's better...but who drugged her? A breeze blew past the odd looking group. "Erm..theres a shelter over in the treees if you want..." He asked absent mindedly. He started to look around to see if he could see that boat again, in what little scraps of light there was left.

Lyla was confused. She knew Blake well enough, but who was this stranger? He was no threat- she was pretty sure of that, or perhaps he was just luring them into a false sense of security. Either way, she was too tired to think about it now. He could use magic too, and seemed to know a lot about everything that was happening. Normally, as a typical werecat, Lyla would be much more cautious than this. She wouldn't usually accept help from a stranger, or turn in without giving them a thorough questioning. However, today was no ordinary day.
Uh... she shook herself to her senses.
Thanks... she looked up at the person, eyes slightly narrowed. She yawned widely, her fangs bared as she did so.
Er... I'm going to... um... sleep now I think... she glanced at the man with a streak of anxiety, but decided it could wait until tomorrow. With that, she stepped carefully onto the carpet. She trod the pillow up and down to plump it as much as possible before sinking gently into a comfortable sleep.

Serias nodded to the werecat. He then crouched down, letting his gauntlets, shining like quicksilver in the moonlight, sink into the soft and dazzling white sand. Muttering a few quick words, Serias became illuminated in a aura of purple light. A circle apeared on the ground, Serias in the middle. Ancient symbols began to trace themselves inside, then lines formed shapes impossible to follow. Serias let his cowl drop, revealing his face a deep golden eyes, which he closed almost instantly. His long hair rose into the air, swirling like a mist. There was a bright flash of light, and all traces fo the magic dissapeared. Serias, now opening his eyes, got up slowly. "Blood," He said to Blake. "There is blood nearby. Human blood. I'm going to go. Stay here with her." He walked toward the trees, the turned around. "Oh, and I forgot to ask her name. But maybve she'll tell me later." He finished and vanished into the trees.

Blake saw Serias dashing away. He was starting to get jumpy. He looked at Lyla, He knew he would just anger her more if he trie to wake her so she decided to gently pick her up and put her in his bag. He decided to make himself usefull and started to collect firewood. by the time he gathered it all and started a fire he had all of his senses focused on fight or flight mode. There was an unearthly silence, no one had talked or made much of a sound Since Serias left. He was starting to remember how he got here in the first place. He decided to ask Serias and Lyla how they got here tomarrow. He knew Lyla woulden't give a clear explination becuase she was most likely druggged where ever she was.

Light burst into Lyla's vision. Grumbling, she turned over and hit something again.
What the? She groggily opened her eyes and blinked several times to clear them. Carefully, she struggled to her feet and clambered out of the pack.
How do up keep ending up in that bag? She wondered.
Oh well, at least it was comfortable. She pointed out to herself, regretfully wishing she hadn't got up. Suddenly, the events of the previous evening flooded her might like a huge wave, weighing her down once again with the troubles of yesterday. At least she could talk to her companions now though. Stretching and yawning widely, Lyla looked around for Blake and the stranger.

OOC:Hard position right now, mental block. Carry on without me, ill join up later.

Blake was still searching the coastline when a strange thought hit his mind. "Hey Lyla? What happened to you? I found you on the coastline a fuzzy wet mess." He asked her. "Oh and sorry about shaking you earlier." He said to her. A strange feeling kept lurching out to him but he kept pushing it back. Blake noted a very strange sound...something he had not heard in a very long tie but he could not remember it. he started to listen for it and witch direction it came from while waiting for wn awnser. It's all around...it's over in the trees its on the shore and even out in the ocean! What is this? He thought to himself.

Lyla shook her head. She sensed irritation in him, but she was pretty annoyed too. Lyla didn't see anything odd about the place, so she replied lazily.
I'm not sure to be honest. she squinted in confusion, trying to remember what actually happened.
The last thing I remember was walking down a side-street in Teirm. she informed Blake. She scanned the horizon carefully for any shape or form of help. There was nothing.
What about you then? she asked.
How did you end up here?

OOC- sorry, not much to say.