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Wiesel Uring

A former 'noble' turned to homicidal bandit.

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a character in “Fire, Death, Pinetrees”, as played by Lazyscreename

Description

Name: Wiesel Uring

Age: 28

Gender: Male

Orientation: Bisexual

Affiliation: Chaotic Evil

Occupation: Bandit, Former heir to tyrant family

Race: Human

Picture: Image

Physical description: Wiesel stands at roughly 6 ft exactly, with a well toned and but fairly skinny body, his skin of a greyish hue, thick lips, and short, black, cornrows style of hair, with a weird bunch of whiskers from an odd hair disorder that look like they would belong more on a cat's face. He also has dark brown eyes and a rather bony face, as well as slender but strong fingers. He also has a number of burns under his clothes that are still left unhealed, including one on his scalp, his back, his right foot's toes, and his left knee.

Weaponry, Abilities, and Armor: Wiesel carries a plain steel and silver sickle with a wooden handle, which is also his obvious weapons of choice, but isn't afraid to fight unarmed if needs be, often resorting to any dirty tricks or underhanded methods of wining a fight, including kicking sand in peoples faces, striking on old wounds, sneak attacks, or stealing an opponents weapon. He has no real armor, only the clothes upon his back. Although by no real means super human, Wiesel is extremely agile and speedy, able to clamber up a cliff wall and dart between the trees with ease, as well as a bit of strength to him that he wouldn't be crumbled by a few punches, and to find climbing the terrain easier than the average person. He is also fairly good at tracking, able to follow tell-tale sings and trails left behind by man or beast if needs be, but is by no means an expert, the same could be said for his hunting skills.

Description of clothing: Wiesel wears extremely uncharacteristic clothing to his occupation, the clothes he wears are the same he left his hometown in to this day. He is dressed in a black coloured wide brim hat with puffy red plumage, a maroon coloured short sleeved shirt, a green bead necklace, large golden hoop ear rings, and a necklace made of odd diamond shaped pieces, with an odd trinket in the center. He also wears orange trousers, a set of gold bangles and a white band, both on his left wrist, a black glove on his left hand, and a odd pair of pointed ornate shoes.

Equipment: Apart from his sickle, he carries a leather water canteen, a pouch for food, an a climbing rope. All other items he finds, he stores in a great hollow tree, much like a squirrel would.

Personality: Wiesel is a rather cruel and self-centered individual, finding himself constantly with a blood-lust and wish for death on most he meets, and itchy fingers when he meets someone with even a grain of rice in their possession, wishing to steal everything anyone ever owns. He is, however, extremely wary of those he knows he doesn't stand a chance with, often attempting his best to avoid them, or at the very least, have no conflict with them, very much wishing to prolong his life by any means possible. Because of this he is immensely paranoid, believing all living creatures want him dead, and always make a plan of action on how to murdered everyone and anyone, often using his cunning and agility over strength and bravery.

Weaknesses: Due to his focus on self-preservation and picking on those he believes to be weaker, Wiesel is a massive coward, never putting himself in unnecessary danger if he can avoid it. Also, he is fairly greedy in a sense, taking anything he can from people, and therefore can be sometimes a rather open book, and tricked pretty easily when aiming for this goal. He can also be overpowered by those with enough strength and able to catch him, and he is by know means a master of battle, often deciding to flee when the going get's tough.

History: Originally having lived in a life of luxury, Wiesel had lived life as a spoiled child straight to young adulthood, getting everything he wanted from his tyrannical parents that forcefully ruled over his hometown, leeching off their success. This was until there was a sudden revolt by the townsfolk that caused his rich parent's downfall, as well as all those loyal to them, and the imprisonment of Wiesel, but not before being caught in a dreadful fire that was started in his parent's room, that caused a number of burns to cover his body, and incinerating his mansion home along with it, though was only confined to his home. Luckily for everyone who wasn't him.
Due to his condition, and thinking the miserable man to be of no real danger, they allowed a healer to take visits to treat his burns, slowly regaining his physical strength as his wounds healed, though his mind was breaking. He lived his whole life latching onto the wealth and power of his parents, and now having been dragged down to the level of a mere convict, with no real way of climbing back on top. Frustration of this grew, and not blamed his obviously dubious parents, but those that now lived peacefully in the town, including the healer that visited him. Eventually he snapped, and stole a sickle that the healer used for cutting twigs and plants for medicinal purposes, which he then promptly used to slice their throat open, feeling no remorse for killing the one person who helped heal up his old burns mostly to the extent they were gone. The guard that was supposed to watch him was also killed by Wiesel in frenzied panic, shortly after he opened the door to his cell, for his failed attempt to restrain him. He escaped into the forests, leaving the town behind and managing to learn to survive on his own, as the alternative was death by the elements, the wildlife or of starvation. During this time he decided there was one way he could make himself back atop, by killing everyone he wanted to, having the higher privilege of being alive, and stealing all the possessions of those he did not murder. ever since, he had been living as a bandit in the forests, picking on those left alone and defenseless, or which he believes are capable of being defeated by him.

Other: Theme Song: Alice Madness Returns - Madness

So begins...

Wiesel Uring's Story

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Wiesel was having a rather interesting day. Strangely, despite there being a storm going on, and having gleefully discovered the charred remains of the town he held in spite for so many years, he began joyously searching for the new influx of prey that must of fled to the forest, though curiously had struggled to find anyone.
Darting through the undergrowth and in-between the trees, Wiesel looked around feverishly anyone or anything, to without much success. The surprisingly well dressed bandit grumbled to himself as he clambered up a nearby tree, the raindrops, drumming against the brim of his hat, and he squinted into the distance, peering out for any signs of movements.
He suddenly had a dark smirk on his face when noticed in a clearing there appeared to be three individuals, one a tall looking man, the other two some dainty looking women, most of them looking fairly exhausted. The bandit was somewhat intimidated by the ridiculously large sword the man owned, as well as his muscles, but Wiesel decided it would be best to get a closer look to determine if he would take action or not.

With this quick decision, he clambered back down the tree and carefully sneaked over towards the clearing he had saw, keeping to the trees to avoid being seen, while giving quick peeks to check his distance, until he crawled into a bush a few meters away from the group, and peered at them through the branches. As he was closer he saw the man was indeed a dangerous looking individual, looking like he obviously was experienced in battle before, and definitely not the best man for him to fight, that is, if he isn't worn out as he thought. The first woman, both of them being young, was with pale white skin, a white dress and long braided hair,as well as tattooed shoulders and seeming to be of no danger. The same could be said of the second woman, who seemed to be furious at a squirrel holding a bejeweled ring, was a fair bit shorter than the other, with long black hair, but also pale skin, and seeming to be fairly prepared for battle, though Wiesel believed prejudicial that she wasn't as seasoned at the male warrior. The bandit seemed to believe there might be more outweighing him than he first thought, and sat in the bush, waiting to make a decision in his head on what to do.

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A chittering, a small cry of frustration and the running of footsteps soon had Ammy’s attention. Her head turned, wolf ears swiveling forward to catch the noise of everything else around her. Her eyes went wide and she gave a sad little smile.

It was squirrel being chased by a girl. Both were sopping wet and she cracked a small smile as she crouched, palm out to the ground. The squirrel had no problem of her sudden movement, and its little claws pricked at her skin, scurrying up over her arm and neck, tail streaking out behind him as it clambered and ran all over her laughing body. It came to a stop on her shoulder, beady eyes blinking and tail wagging as his chest rose and fell faster and faster. His scent filled her nose, one paw on her cheek; he smelled of pine, nuts, earth and very wet fur. Her nose wrinkled but she remained smiling. He was panting and Ammy turned her cheek softly, glancing at the rodent.

“What you got there?” she asked, looking at the massive ring inside of the paw. She slowly, very slowly reached across her chest to grab the ring. Before she could close her fingers around the metal the squirrel tittered, shook his tail and leapt off of her shoulder. Her hand shot out, reaching for the tail as fast as possible, but to no avail; her hand closed on air.

“Come back here, you!” she called, giving chase with the girl. If only her bow hadn’t broken! She could have shot the thing into the ground—no, it wasn’t the squirrels fault. It wasn’t anybody’s fault. The squirrel was just doing what squirrel’s do; that didn’t mean that it deserved to die. Content with that she gave chase, using her movements to keep it from climbing up into the trees. She prowled near the edge of the tree line, watching the squirrel hesitate.

He rotated back onto his haunches, tail swishing as his whole body shook, and droplets falling from his pelt at the same rate it was coming from the sky. One tree, she was blocking the tree to his home, and with a small smile she lean back against the bark and crossed her arms. The torrential downpour had become a simple light misting, and her hand gently patted against the bark as the creature hopped forward. Once. Twice. Stop.

Ammy smiled. Good. He was thinking. She watched as the little nose moved, beady eyes glancing to the bush just a few feet from her. She too looked at the bush. It didn’t appear to have any food; and squirrels didn’t have burrows to call home. So why that bush?

Her ears pricked forward, her nose sniffing the air as she caught scent of the mystery. It was a male—human, her nose told her. She wouldn’t call him out just quite yet; hiding from someone with the scenes as powerful as wolf was near impossible, but he didn’t know that. Ammy looked at Earth, then back at the squirrel as it hopped forward a few more times. Maybe she should call him out. She didn’t know his intentions and sulking in a bush meant one of two things. One, he was too shy to reveal himself just yet to the situation. Two, he didn’t want to reveal himself because he had something sinister in mind. But which one was it?

If she called him out, he could run, or he could attack. Either way they could lose a companion and quickly gain an enemy. She certainly didn’t want that and she decided not to call him out.

Her attention turned back to the squirrel, her eyes glancing up at the girl.

“Think you can sneak up on him?”

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Mirian was now chasing the squirrel with help of the girl. She started to relax knowing that getting the ring back would be now easier.

“Think you can sneak up on him?” she heard the girl asking. Mirian nodded and slowly approached the squirrel. Slowly she watched as the rodent moved forward a jump by jump. But it wasn't running anymore. That was good. She kept her eyes in the squirrel. When she was close enough of it, Mirian jumped forward. The small rodent let out a little squak, but dropped the ring before headed towards the bush in panic. It jumped and landed straight on the man's, who was hiding in there, face.

Mirian picked up the ring, looking the topaz. "Thank you" she said quietly.

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#, as written by Armin
-//Gamemaster announcement: Story Element//-

Rain from the clouds hurled down at the blackness at its height, how far up may it be, the top of the wall?
Flattened and shattered on impact, each drop sent sprinkling fragments off the edge of the wall, down, insignificantly swept into the rest of the sky fall. Upon the masses bellow it poured.

Walking alongside the great black wall, there were soldiers, over five hundred soldiers each one wearing a red scarf spun one lap around their necks and black iron armor, looking a mix between Arab and Chinese style, the leg guards being of little long metal flakes placed after and on one another like the tiles of a roof, accompanied by wide pants, usually being cloudy light, but in rain seeping with bitter wetness.
Ahead of the 500 walked a man taller then any behind him, his figure peaked with an obtusely angled cone straw hat. Like an umbrella it gathered rain and guided it into streams of water, flowing to the edge and pouring off in several little one drop thick waterfalls. Round his neck were not one ring of red scarf but three and on his body there was no armor. Instead there were robes white and black, and worn on them a long and wide pink silk coat. In his right hand he gripped the throat of a guitar, in his left hand he held a large and thick book.

They were marching though the rainfalls, wet and miserable, heavy clothes under armor heavier still, mushy feet in water drenched boots. The soldiers went on with their heads low and there was a silent atmosphere that no one seemed willing to break. Their only sound was that of metal armor, heavy breathing and boots against forest floor.

The man in front with the pink robe and red scarfs began whistling in his walk. It was not a cheerful whistle, it sounded a half melancholy traditional ditty, something suited for singing children to sleep, and it rang unnaturally clear, a perfectly clean tone.
There was something about him as he went on whistling; the air around him felt... abnormal, dreamlike, and the sound of whistle became mesmerizing. Before long, the heads of the soldiers rose, the sound of their boots gained rhythm and the weight of their breaths lifted. They looked up at the man ahead, his tall figure in the wide coat of pinken silk, the straw hat and the long black hair draping his scarlet scarfs and hanging far down his back. And they followed him, passionately, along the side of the black wall.

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Wiesel held his tongue and his annoyance back as the little squirrel leaped into the bush and landed right upon his face. The bandit stroppily clawed at the squirrel before clasping its mouth shut to avoid any noise and gripping it in his other hand, giving a minute hiss of frustration and in an attempt to intimidate the sprightly little mammal to keep quiet. As he looked away from the tree dwelling rodent, he realized the little beast had dropped the ring, now being reclaimed by the black haired girl once again, who thanked the other woman, who he realized had looked over to the bush in suspicion a number of times, much to Wiesel's dismay.

The bandit thought that perhaps Ammy, as she introduced herself to the black haired lady, was more perceptive than he originally guessed, gritting his teeth in greater frustration, but still sat quietly and as still a she humanly could, continuing to clasp onto the squirrel. The taller warrior, named Earth apparently, merely stood quietly on the whole event, causing greater suspicion in Wiesel, and leaving him with the conclusion, staying hidden was the best course of action at the moment, and releasing the poor forest animal in his hands was not an option.
He continued to sit patiently, feeling quite on edge, though it seemed Ammy was quite friendly towards strangers, perhaps a weakness he could exploit when it seemed safer? Though perhaps not good news as she also mentioned a few other friends were around, and she and Earth were hoping to reunite with them. By the second it seemed the prey were multiplying into a small herd that needed his wits about to slay. So he sat without sound, continuing to stalk the three travelling warriors, a heavy scowl upon his face.

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”I'm Mirian. Mirian Alasi.” she introduced herself. ”I'm actually looking my family that lived in Tomachi village. I was going to visit them but the village... it... it's destroyed.” she spoke quietly trying to keep herself calm. ”I have no idea what's happened in there... You haven't seen a 14-year-old boy or a woman who looks pretty much like me around here, have you?” Mirian asked hoping to get some good news.

”Or maybe your friends know about them?”

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#, as written by Armin
"There she is."
She had been talking but he had not been listening. Earth was looking at Ammy, more specifically at her face and her hair as she greeted the black haired woman.
"And who is she…?"
Earth was gazing through slanting eye as his body was facing a direction that was not toward the women. Out of strange habit, he greatly preferred turning his eye over turning his neck.

Earth knew there was something hidden in a nearby brush because since the moment he'd found her here, he had been watching Ammy closely for seconds at a time, and he had deduced that her movements towards it had been slightly... irregular... curious. Earth had realized many of Ammy’s movements and their meanings at this point.
He looked at her again for another few seconds.
"How important is she...?" He asked himself as though hoping the question would spring a feeling and answer itself.
The women kept talking and Earth kept not listening, even though they were so close he could reach them with his arm.
"How important?"
Their voices were for some reason drenched in the sound of rain, and intense was the rain; The kind that people without umbrellas run in in order to quickly get inside whatever place they are heading, often also trying to pull their coats or capes over their heads in order provide their hair protection, and hunching slightly forward to for the same reason, but to no avail. Why would hunching help in any way or form?
Sounds of nature were what filled Earths ears when he was thinking, it seemed.

"Grey?" In his mind, Earth called the spirit in his left eye.
"Yes?" and she was quick to answer. For some reason she sounded like a woman awaking in an inquisitive mood; the tone was rising and smoothing (smooth and soothing) but a little tired.
"Is there anything else you wanted me to do in this place?" He asked.
"Hmhm." Her murmuring laughter. "Sweet of you to ask. But no love, there is not." She was always like that, even though she really wasn’t. Or so he had perceived it.
"...Good." It was good because Earth did not like this forest. “When you can do nothing you should do nothing.” was a motto he had inherited and somewhat lived by whenever it suited him(In reality he just liked not doing things most of the time). However, in this forest he could not find peace in silence, stillness and loneliness as he usually would. And that was bothering him greatly.

Earth left the depths of his mind and awoke to the world right at the moment the black haired woman said:
”Or maybe your friends know about them?”
Earth did not take the question into regard; he let it slip rights though his interest and spoke.
"Im going."
And he turned away and turned his back to them. The golden pony tail, bare back and massive sword of golden hilt hooked onto a broad belt round his hips. The blade pointed upwards, rising far past his head. He began strolling. Earth did not want to stay in the pine forest so he would leave it, heading north for the mountain pass.

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“Earth? Hey Earth!”

Why would he just up and leave like that? Was something bothering him that much about his surroundings?

She frowned, looking at the girl and then back at Earth. She had a choice to make; did she follow the man who appeared to want to protect her, or did she stay with the girl who looked so lost? For a moment she was torn.

“I haven’t seen any other survivors, besides two others. Neither one of them were male, or even old enough to be a mother. I’m sorry,” she was anxious, a small whine in her throat as she stared after her companion, his body having already disappeared into the trees. She sighed. “We mustn’t lose hope Mirian. The world already has too much fear.”

Her ears fell, her body trembling softly as she returned a sad gaze towards the woman. Earth had already vanished out of sight. She could have caught up with him, but something told her to stay, something dark was waiting to happen.
“Come on,” she said, leading them in direction she believed she would find the rest of her group.

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“We mustn’t lose hope Mirian. The world already has too much fear.” Ammy said and Mirian nodded wiping out couple of tears. ”You're not going after your friend?” she asked when following the girl.

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Much to Wiesel's surprise, Earth had suddenly turned and just simply left, with no explanation, much to everyone's confusion, but to Wiesel's benefit, especially after he realized the warrior also knew he was hiding, causing him to give a sly smirk as he continued stalking Ammy and the other woman who referred to herself as Mirian. He also gave a quick look of surprise to himself that Mirian came from his village, though probably she was a mere child when Wiesel left, so had no recollection of her at all, that and apparently she left years ago.

He then found that before his mind could wander down memory lane, the pair of ladies had began to go off to search for any survivors, with Wiesel following in tow at a safe distance, but not before 'discarding' the squirrel that he had previously clutched in his hands. After carefully clambering up a tree when the pair of strangers stopped in horror, peering down to see that a boy was being attacked by some third woman, and Ammy was certainly not happy that Keph, apparently the boy being the one mentioned earlier, was in danger. Wiesel was smiling ear to ear at this, reasoning if he just kept quiet in this tree and waited out to see the battle's conclusion, he could pick off the victor while they were celebrating over the other's corpse, which seemed to be this new stranger by the looks of things. Wiesel kept watching intently in the tree, deciding today would be a very interesting day still.

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Keph, with his teeth still deep into the woman's hand, didn't even notice the flow of life being released by him, although he did feel a bit more tired and a small tingling feeling coursing through him. But stop he did not, continuing his ridiculous attempt at... something? Why was he even continuing his assault? The biting was obviously not working. Ah bu- huh, where did that teddy bear come from, wasn't it on the ground? Strange. He surely must've grabbed it when no one was watching.

Ah, but the cavalary had arrived! He heard a familiar voice, a voice which said, “Let. Go. Of. My. Friend.” Oh! It was wolf-girl's voice! Keph immediately let go of the woman's hand, falling down on the floor, legs stretched in a position that would seem uncomfortable for most to sit in. He waved towards the wolf-girl and the other following her, who was seemingly already preparing a katana for battle. Of course, none this was noticed by Keph, being the unobservant soul that he is.

Getting off of the floor, Keph began to walk towards the duo, his pijamas making a slushing sound as he walked over completely drenched in water. He kept waving happily as he progressed towards them, moving slowly and rather awkwardly. As he finally reached the wolf-girl, having walked like some sort of duck for quite a while, he gave her at quick pat on the head, and nodded towards her companion.

Suddenly, Keph adopted a curious look, pushing Barry against his ear. He nodded once; he nodded twice; he kept nodding for sometime, as someone would do as they were being relayed information. His eyes drifted away from Barry, and he turned to look behind him, right at the flow of life coming from him. He followed it back to the woman, eyeing it closely. He looked at the trail of life, one last time, before looking at the hand to which it was going in, this before he began looking alarmed, quickly reaching into his bag for his sickle and swinging it at her hand - all this with a dark, frenzied, and alarmed face.

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“Let. Go. Of. My. Friend.” Ah, that voice was heard before, who was it again? Better look. Eve's glance slowly raised to the two women who had come to the scene. Her face looking mad with the life energy absorption. Although, it was pretty hard to see the insane smile behind the rags and the extra wide, deep dark eye was the only thing that had shown her, or in reality, Jeremy's happiness.

"Ah, it's moose girl! How's it been?" The dark croaky voice left Eve's mouth, talking in exactly the same way Jeremy did, dragging out her words as they seeped through the air.
Oh wait, that little thing had released it's grip and fell to the floor. Damn, should've kept a hold of it, now the absorption of life energy has stopped... But who is this other woman who was with the moose girl? That sword... It seems pretty cool.
That creature returned from waving to the women, maybe it's their friend? Then why attack?

But suddenly, as Eve was lowering her arm, that creature had returned. Swinging a sickle at Eve. Damn, she left Jeremy's scythe on the ground, and there isn't enough time to pick it up. Unless...

Eve swung her leg forward, aiming to kick the creature in the face as it swung the sickle. "Have you not learnt already? You have already replaced the energy I had wasted and given me a little extra!"

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Mirian watched when Ammy and the woman, that Ammy called Jeremy but she referred herself Eve, started to fight. ”Does they know each other? It seems like it.” she thought in her mind. There was no opening for her to help Ammy and at the beginning she was doing pretty well.

She listened closely their conversation. The rain pouring down made it difficult. ”I can’t kill something that’s already dead” she heard Ammy said. Not believing her ears Mirian just stared the woman. ”Dead?” Her confusion just grew again. Suddenly she saw the blade in the Eve's hand.

She was already going to attack her when she heard something else. Wait. Did they talk about someone named Charlotte? Then she realized why the woman looked so familiar in the beginning. Just changing her black hair to blonde and forgetting that weird leather stitch... Mirian walked next to the two of them, pointing the katana straight to Eve's chest. ”Eve? Remember me? I lived in Tomachi village as a kid. In the house next to yours. Charlotte loved my mother's bakery” She said waiting her reaction and hoping to get some more time for Ammy.

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As Eve was speaking, she suddenly caught movement. A katana was pointed at her chest, what asshole is disturbing her talking?

”Eve? Remember me? I lived in Tomachi village as a kid. In the house next to yours. Charlotte loved my mother's bakery”

As Eve's eye slowly moved to stare at the woman who was threatening her, she spoke; "Who the fuck are you?" her voice was sharp, croaky, mono toned. And mostly, angry. The woman wouldn't realise that it was Jeremy who was speaking in Eve's place. He was the one who lost his temper at Ammy in the first place. Although, it would be obvious that something is wrong due to the way she spoke.

"Oi, wolf girl. I was going to give you an offer, until I was interrupted."

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#, as written by Hyydra
The rain patted down his hair, and distorting his vision slightly.

He had gotten very close to them now, the mountain's falling creating a longer walk to cover the thundering sound of his footsteps as he would prowl within the trees. He looked at the few in the commotion, seeing someone before but paying no mind. His shoulder blades would raise up with every movement he made with his arms, staring at them as he began to gain even more distance. When he felt like there was room to see him, he hid under a collection of the trees nearby him. He made it nearby their area, but didn't advance any further. He decided to prowl in a circular formation, the palms of his hands now gently being placed on areas without dead branches or other items that'd break with sound. His left side of the face could be seen every now and then if one were to look into the forest, his white eye glistening with every flash of lightning, then a sudden pause afterwards to try and keep position safe. He felt incognito, but feelings wouldn't stop them from finding out where he was. The she-wolf would smell him, no doubt, and the tree man would see him as well. But the other two he never saw a benefit from, especially not from Jeremy this time. He kept his aura low, as if nothing existed within him, his head lowered to almost touching the ground beneath his feet. He had nothing knew but a hand-made bow, replacing his crossbow. The bear had only been a few ten meters away from them, occupying itself, remaining there. He'd grown more attached to that bear under a matter of a day, and cared too much for it since. But that wasn't on his mind right now, the present task was. He finally halted, turning his backside to face them, looking at Ammy which would be able to not only smell him, but see him now. With a final flash, his eyes closed that time, his golden brown eye started to show in the area of the trees, then his white. With another flash of lightning, a smile upon his face would've been seen.

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It had certainly been getting more and more eventful as Wiesel merely watched events unfold from the tree he nested in. The raggedy clothed woman seemed to recognized Ammy, calling her a moose woman, which Wiesel deducted either meant that he had the powers of the same creature, or was being insulted on her looks. The little boy known as Keph suddenly then went into a frenzy afterwards, slashing at the raggedy woman with a sickle not too diffrent from his own, the woman striking back with a kick aimed at his little face, and grabbed some scythe from the ground, which was quickly knocked aside by Ammy, stepping into the fray, trying to pin the woman down. She was apparently called Eve, and a living corpse, no less.

As the pair threw harsh words at each-other, it became obvious the pair of them were old enemies, and that the lady was mistaken for some evil other corpse called Jeremy, and that Eve was searching for someone called Charlotte. It was all becoming rather confusing for Wiesel, having these names thrown about, and apparently there was some talk of an energy blob creature too, and Eve had power over the dead? This was reminding Wiesel of some of the fancy plays his parents enjoyed having put on for their amusements, which Wiesel never really could get the understanding of. Then the battle continued again, with some bone sword being pulled out of goodness knows where, and Eve throttling Ammy with her legs, and it seemed that Eve would win. Wiesel prepared himself to pounce, hoping to leap into the fray until an annoying sentence was uttered by Ammy; with a promise of finding Charlotte. He settled back down with a huff, frustrated he missed an opportunity, which grew worse as Mirian seemed to recognize Eve, having known her daughter from the village he once called home.

What, now he remembered! The pair of them were mere little peasants in the village! Barely worth a mention back when Wiesel was still living off his parent's power, but they definitely seemed somewhat more familiar now, perhaps having trodden on their families livelihoods before? He simply had no clue, they were of little importance then. He shook his head, throwing the unnecessary thoughts back with a scowl, before looking up into the cloudy sky giving a angered look. Why did it have to rain today? He certainly wasn't in the mood for the thorough soaking he was having, and was feeling a little unnerved by the thunder. The next thunderclap was when he saw that there was another man watching, someone hiding out in a grouping of trees, carefully stalking them also. Was he here to steal his prey? Not if Wiesel had any say in it!
The bandit furiously began swinging across some branches, imitating a monkey as he tried his best to move swiftly over the stranger he was previously spying, til dropping to the ground quietly as he could, though stirred a little dust before sprinting into the undergrowth, aiming to find a way to sneak behind the cluster of trees, giving the stranger a nasty surprise.

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"Wh-" The moose girl grabbed onto Eve before she could answer, but something happened.

With a sudden strike of her mind she was in, surrounded by their thoughts as she took them someplace else. An image, though the eyes of another. Her ears cocked forward, flickering off to the left where there was a snap of a branch, a whicker. It was the saber horse, a nightmare to all except Charlotte who had no idea the creature was there. She appeared to be sleeping, eyes closed and shaking lightly against the rain. She was alone.

"G-get out of my head!" Eve shouted, raising her arm to swing it down onto the wolf girl. The shock had already caused her to drop the sword, allowing it to sink back into the ground. The image of seeing her daughter suffering, she would cry if she could. But instead, she was panicking. She had to find Charlotte quickly.

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East, Ammy thought softly, Follow the--

Slapped. Ammy opened her eyes with a sudden look of surprise, but her hand didn't leave Eve's skin so their minds remained connected.

"I'm trying to help you, you--"

A clench. A gut wrenching clench as her mind withdrew from Eve’s. Her ears flinched against the roar of the mountain as it suddenly released its wet snow. It had been raining on it, making the packing unstable. If disrupted it would fall, in time it would have fallen by itself, given a day or two, but this wasn’t normal snowfall. Something or someone had disturbed the already precarious slumber of the mountain and Ammy knew it.

“Earth,” a mutter, a really horribly frightened mutter that comes with the realization that someone you love is unaccounted for, and in danger. She began to thrash, trying twice as hard now to escape. Suffocation; that was the greatest risk of death after the snow stopped shifting. Before that it was being crushed or swept away. If Earth had been smart he would have split to the edges of the valley, or grabbed hold of a rock or tree to help hold himself still against the torrent of snow. If he was really lucky he would have escaped, but in the pit of her stomach, Ammy knew.

Remember Ammy. She franticly thought with a twist, “I have to help him!”

Thirty minutes, that’s how long a person could possibly survive. At that mark their chance significantly decreases. At sixty, they were most likely dead. The clock was ticking. She thrashed, now with surprising energy and force. At the rate she twisted she could have knocked a person senseless. But it was hard to rattle the brain of the dead.

“Let me go!” she screamed and with a sudden swell in energy her body began to morph, growing larger-lengthening out and casting Eve aside as a tail as thick and as tall as a tree smashed into the ground. Those that were close were knocked aside, and as she shifted Ammy suddenly knew that she’s made a grave mistake.

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"huh?" Eve had just managed to give off that single 'word' before things happened too fast. Something about helping someone after a rumble. Who cared, Charlotte was of priority.
Before she knew it, Eve was thrown into a tree by some massive tail, there was no pain. But the sounds of the wood cracking and splintering made it obvious that she was thrown with a large force. But, it wasn't worth fighting or watching. It's easier to get out of the area, and now that she was away from them lot. She could make her escape.

A large pentagram formed underneath the lying body of Eve. Allowing her to sink into the ground, again the ground seemed liquid as Eve's body submerged into it. Allowing Eve to travel underground without the troubles of others, next time she would appear would be once she had found Charlotte.

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A scream, one that came out as an unearthly roar, twisted in pain, pleasure, death and freedom. Her face had split, allowing room for the open jaw that held teeth as sharp as daggers and just like that it was over.

Panting. Breathing. In and out to fill massive lungs, muscles shaking softly. Her eyes saw heat, saw a spectrum of colors that she’d never seen before, the slit pupils widening in the large blue colored orbs. She’d made a mistake, nearly drained herself once again of energy, and for what? To move faster than a galloping horse, to dig deeper than a burrowing mole? Ammy stood, shaking before those who dare to look. A dragon.

Her scales shimmered the blue of a glacier, formed by the falling sky water that now plinked off the suit of armor like arrows off of metal. She wasn’t all scales, she had fur as well. It wrapped around her face like a lions mane, splitting across her body into two different silver waves. One arched along the ridge of her back, descending down the tail that was twice the size of her main body to the tip where the fur created a sort of fan. The other, caressed down along her segmented midsection, coming to a stop at the base of the tail, extending only very little to the sides before disappearing.

Five fingers had become four on each of her four feet, the claws black as ebony and as deadly as the sharpest sword ever made. Her mouth was full of deadly daggers, a forked tongue rolling from between her teeth as two long stands of fur, appearing from the top of her lip curled and hissed as her body began to coil and rise. She wasn’t much taller than a horse, but her eyes narrowed as she looked at those that she had thrown.

Freedom.

Eyes flashing she leapt forward, her body twisting and snaking out behind her in a serpentine pattern as claws caught hold of the bark and shot herself forward with a surprising amount of wind, bark and leaves and twigs flying all around those who remained. With her departure, a couple of scales shook loose and shimmered like diamonds in the mud.