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Helena Norrevinter

"Someone told me I was delusional. I nearly fell off my unicorn."

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a character in “Imaginary: The Otherworld”, as played by VitaminHeart

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Full Name: Helena Alys Norrevinter

Nicknames: Lena, Ginger, Gingie, Red, Helcat, Weird Girl


Description: Helena is a young woman who does not appear very dangerous at a glimpse. The opposite in fact. While her family often ended up quite tall and statuesque, Helena turned out an unintimidating 5'3. Her build is slim, with light curves on the hips and chest rather than any defined muscle and her face is heart-shaped and girlish, with a set of wide, blue-grey eyes.She has a mop of untidy, red hair, which falls for her lower back. She has very pale skin that is quite prone to burning.

Personality:
Unorthodox would be the polite way to describe Hel....weird would be the less polite way. She appears a bit peculiar. Many say that Helena seems to live in a world of her own, and in a way that could be said to be true. Helena does not view the world like others do, and her reactions are often seen as inappropriate by those around her.

Her behaviour is often thought of as weird, though does seem to follow some sort of logic…in Helena’s mind at any rate…it just tends not to be a level of logic that anyone else has ever encountered before. While it might not initially be clear, she is painfully shy and awkward around people, mainly due to an acute awareness of how people view her. This tendency to assume others think the worst of her often makes her seem rather aloof. Getting past the initial strangeness of the young woman, she is a pleasant, highly intelligent individual. She appreciates the friendship of others, even if it’s not always openly visible, and is very dedicated to those that she is close to.

She tends to let her mind wander frequently, and doesn’t often commit to things, her actions and her appearance often making people assume that she is rather weak-minded, or even suffering from mental illness. This is not true. Her outward delicacy hides a fire or great proportions. She pursues things with a dogged determination that can be both impressive and unnerving.

Unlike her mother, Helena is not too easily moved into fighting. She tends to put up with a great deal before losing her temper. That being said, when pushed too far, Hel’s temper is completely explosive, and usually results in something getting broken….hopefully something inanimate.

Likes:
Reading - Helena can usually be found with a book if she's got nothing else on. Her favourite novels are the Gormenghast Trilogy,
Old Curio - She used to collect old, obscure items and fill her room with them. She still takes a great deal of joy in such things.
Chocolate - Something Helena still has a soft spot for.
Cartoons - She always used to love cartoons. Even as an adult such things remind her of a simpler time before life got hard and complex.



Dislikes:
Wearing shoes - She wears them when it is required of her, but mostly likes to be in bare feet.
Crowds - Being around people in large numbers makes Helena feel agitated, and she avoids it if she can.
Selfish Individuals - She dislikes those who disregard all else for their own desires.
Being insulted over her behaviour. - Being called 'weird' tends to strike a nerve pretty badly.
Attention - Helena doesn't like being in the limelight much at all.


Skills:

- Helena is an impressive artist and can recreate things from memory very vividly.

-She is comparatively strong for her size and build.

-Helena still has a connection to Otherworld and her Imaginary. This allows her to both use abilities, and navigate the landscape easily.


Weaknesses:
- Due to some injuries received at an early age, Helena has some long-term damage that can hamper her performance. She has restricted movement in her left shoulder, and has several metal pins and plates in her bones in various places. Those that know Helena can take advantage of these weak spots to incapacitate the girl quite easily.

- Helena's link to Otherworld is still strong, and while that gives her many advantages, not in the least having her Imaginary still on her side, it also means she is effected by its corruption, and its degeneration is threatening to begin effecting her actions also. It is possible that she could become influenced by the monsters.



Brief History:


Lena had always been a pretty...peculiar child. Even from an early age she'd always been invested in pretending, and it was at the age of only three that her cousin gave her one of her old toys, a creepy looking stuffed toy missing an eye. While her parents had found the thing a little too horror movie, the girl became incredibly attached.

The toy was to become her friend, who acted as her guardian. She was one of the first in the group to start coming up with Otherworld, and was probably one of the most absorbed in it. As time passed and some of the others tried their best to turn to other things she kept trying to pull them back....and then something happened. Helena suffered an accident and was seriously hurt. She was gone from the neighbourhood for months, and when she returned, she seemed still fixated on Otherworld to a point that people began to find her strange and aggravating.

By the tie she reached seventeen, Helena is rather a social pariah. She doesn;t appear to have any friends, and spends nearly all her time alone..well...not exactly alone. She still carries the toy wherever she goes. Dismissed as a freak by most students, Helena rarely has contact with her former friends. She plans to change that.

So begins...

Helena Norrevinter's Story

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Helena planted her feet, the divided toes of her boots sliding across the marshy ground as she held the blade up as a guard across her chest.

Something slithered around in the fog, just out of sight, undulating slate coloured coils coated in a layer of slime. It attempted to shift behind her, and with a sudden lunged shot forwards, two pairs of eyes and snapping jaws making for one of her legs.

The blade sliced downwards impacting at the top of its neck, slicing through scales and bone, causing it to shriek and convulse, wriggling around the blade in a disgusting arc that threw bits into her face and made her cringe. Only as the thrashing ceased and the water began to tint an unnatural hue did she place a foot on top of it and tear her sword free.

Clearing the blade off with a cloth she returned it to the covering on her back, and continued to walk. After continuing for some way, her senses wired up for any sort of sound or motion in the mists, she hit a patch of moss. Her foot slipped and she collapsed forward into a pool of deep water. Helena splashed, coughed, reaching out to try and find a handhold but she was being pulled downward, something catching her foot.

Dammit dammit dammit.

Someone was calling. A noise in the distance. Getting closer-


"Helena! It's eight thirty, get a move on!"

The young woman pulled her head up from the pillow, falling onto her back and giving a truncated groan, her bright red hair spread round her like the tentacles of some beached see creature. She remained there for a moment, trying to acclimatize to the bed over the dark marsh-ground, before looking over at the small, stuffed toy next to her, a very old stuffed coyote plush.
-"Today is the day." she told it.
-"Today we're going to get them, right? It cannot carry on."

Her room was untidy at best. Books strewn across the floor and on a borken shelf at one wall. Stuffed animals all over the place, and heaps of drawings, maps, notes and assorted material relating to...her work.

Pulling herself to her feet, Helena Norrevinter stumbled out into the bathroom, showering off the imaginary mud and snake-slime from her body, before returning to dry her hair off and get some clothes. An aubergine skirt, indigo leggings, sheepskin boots, and an over-sized sweater of an indisputable level of ugliness were pulled on, and a messenger bag was fished out of a pile of stuff, allowing a small hollow for her toy to sit in with its head out.

Ready to face the day. As much as she faced real world days.



Twenty minutes later, thanks to a ride from her mother, She made her way through the front gate, with bad, toy, and a blank expression. She spent a lot of time at school staring into space. Mostly, planning. Trying to set out the moves for the next night. Wondering where she might get dropped. At least she had woken up before drowning in the marsh. But she knew eventually she was not going to be able to rely on that. They wanted to trap them there... and it was going to be Helena who got that before any of them. So...

"We have to get them back." the young woman mused as she walked.
"Reunite the group. They can turn things back."

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Character Portrait: Helena Norrevinter Character Portrait: Jessi Smith

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I barged out of the front doors to the school. There was early morning practice for the drama club today and I was some what glad to be out in the fresh air instead of the stuffy auditorium.
"Jess, why the rush?!" Tall lanky fellow, one of my friends from drama, came running up to me grinning wildly. I rolled my eyes, he was lucky I found him attractive.
"I want to sip my morning coffee out side and watch the freshmen make fools of themselves." Not true I just wanted to drink my coffee and watch people, understand how they work and interact with each other, find out about their characters. It was a good practice I came up with while I was taking acting lessons.
"Well then Mr. Sophisticated, I am going to sit with you and point and laugh at the people I hate... That happens to be everyone." I sat down on one of the tables that the school offered around the front entrance and sipped my coffee and watched the people soon enough other people from my drama group joined up with us. One of the girls tossed me a cinnamon bun.
"Don't worry there aren't any raisins in it. Every one here knows you hate them." This girl was someone I made friends with the beginning of grade 9, she had been my best friend ever sense. Her name was Emily.
"Thanks, you know me too well Emily... What I would like to know is how you knew I didn't have breakfast yet?" I raised a brow at her.
"Are you kidding, I have known you for the last 3 years, and every time there is a morning practice you don't eat breakfast." I almost spit out my coffee. If she knew about that what else did she pick up on. Had she found out my secret? No, no she couldn't have found out.
"Hey, look the freak is here."the blond fellow nodded his head motioning toward Helena, I sighed. Helena didn't grow out of our childhood, one I had to let go a long time ago, because of this we fell out of our friend ship. I blocked out everyone for a while, then my parents got me into therapy and acting lesson as per request of said therapist.

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Helena opened up the bag she carried, carefully moving her toy out of the way and taking out something old, worn and faded. A large refill paper book that looked to have been far overused.

She shifted the battered looking chunk of old copypaper, held together with duct tape and bulldog clips at the time. Plenty of people had tried to grab it off her as a means to upset her, but while she often came across as a bit clumsy in her hideous multicoloured sweater so was surprisingly fast. No-one had managed to get hold of the ratty notebook.

And it was just as well from Helena's point of view.

The book was her Field Guide. Of sorts. It contained all the notes she'd made on the corrupted Otherworld. Diagrams, maps, lists. Sketches of the creatures and plants, what could help you and what could tear you to pieces, from years of personal experience. It was downright necessary, when so much of the OW was based around obscure rules and childish logic. It'd saved her more times than she could count. She could give them copies of this to help matters along.

Lena looked round and her gaze set on her first target, that of Jessi, who was standing with sme of his friends, who were already looking at her with some degree of disdain. She was pretty used to it. She had, for as long as she could remember, been some form of social pariah, picked last for any team going, generally at a loss when students were asked to find a partner and usually placed with someone who accepted very grudgingly and interacted the minimal possible, and those were the people that didn't really strongly dislike her. It was the being picked on that was more of an issue. She'd taken a million hits to the face in dodgeball, had her drink or lunch emptied over her head more times than she could count, and had been shoved fully clothed into the swimming pool to the amusement of most of the class at least a dozen times.

Lena was an individual who came across as sufficiently offputting that no-one really seemed to feel sorry for her, or at least if they did they kept it very much to themselves, and Lena herself had never reported any incidences to the school itself...well..Lena had her doubts they'd take her seriously even if she had wanted to do that. Most of the teachers were convinced she must have been some kind of druggie, and 'random' locker searches always seemed to end up at hers. She'd once been dragged up before the pincipal and her parents called in to confront her with a packet in her bag...which'd turned out to be some basil her cousin, who went to a different school, had taken from her garden to give Lena for home economics. Her parents were pretty wealthy and fairly influential, and hadn't really appreciated getting dragged up in the middle of the day to scrutinize their daughter's seasoning choices, and they'd caused enough of a fuss that the heat was off her for a little while. Still, she was aware that if she wanted any adult intervention in matters at schools he was pretty much ut of luck.

The young woman trotted up to the group.
"Jessi." she spoke, adopting a sort of tone as if she were about to broker a business deal, which did not really follow into what she said after that.
""They say that you need to come back to Otherworld. I've been trying to sort things out by myself but it isn't working. I'm willing to put everything behind us if you and the others come back and help me. Archer is being extremely difficult and I'm having some serious trouble with the Sentinel recently..."

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Xander Hallow

Sleep was never easy for the Wolf, he always found himself restlessly tossing and turning during the night, and waking to the sunrise. The negative energies through the forest made him on edge. The evenings brought danger, and the days brought sadness. The trees had been speaking in hushed rustles, worry shaking the dead leaves right off their frail branches.

Sitting up in his cave, he removed the blanket from around his body and crawled out of the cave, his eyes fixated on the land in front of him. The division of the land was becoming more and more noticeable as the minutes ticked by in Xander's head. What used to be lush, green forestry, was now a dull brown; everything was limp, dried up.

Xander took a deep breath as the sun rose over the forest, painting the trees with golden light, and revealing all imperfections. A grimace trickled down Xander's face, as his eyes darted this way, then that. His mind wanders to Lena, wondering when she would come back... For time did not move the same in Otherworld as it did in Lena's; Hours in Lena's world could be translated into weeks in Otherworld, so Lena's visits, to Xander, were always very spontaneous and very much welcomed.

Standing, the boy grabs his spear and begins journeying down to the river to wash off. The walk to the river used to be his favorite part of every day, but as the years went on, and the negativity began to override Otherworld, it soon became his least favorite walk. As Xander approached the river, he began his daily routine, which consisted of a nice long soak in the river, and sharpening up his spear.

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Character Portrait: Helena Norrevinter Character Portrait: River Morris Character Portrait: Jessi Smith

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I almost, almost, bashed my head against the table. I wanted to leave my childhood behind be not go back. Yeah sure the therapist suggested that I revisit my childhood on occasion, but that didn't mean "Pretend everything my imagination created was real". I gave a look to my friends saying that I would be back and that they shouldn't get involved, and that I could deal with Helena. I stood, coffee in one hand, and garbed one of Helena's arms and stormed off to a slightly more privet part of the school entrance.
"Look, Helena, I know our childhood means a lot to you, but sometimes..." That is when I saw River, an other childhood friend. I glared at the group of teens tossing around her medication. I glared. If there was one thing I didn't like it was picking on people, no matter how messed in the head they may be. Then again that might be because I was a little messed up for a while my self. I pointed to ward River "If you don't mind I am going to do something about that first, then we can talk." I know I was in no place to play hero, but if I didn't stop it then who would. I walked up to the group and easily caught the meds they where tossing around, I read the label. These where anti-depressants, they worked not only for depression, but anxiety as well.
"Hey man, want to join in the fun?" A junior with far to much hair product in his hair to be remotely attractive gave me a cocky grin. I scoffed and handed them back to River. I then proceeded to glare at them.
"Do you know who I am? I am Jessi, the president of the Drama council and one of the most popular kids in school, if I, or any of my friends see you picking on anyone again I will make sure that you and your little gang of wannabes never make it to the top in this school ever. In fact you will be even lower then Helena over there, and that isn't a nice reputation to have. Now, A little education for all of you, those meds you where tossing around are of anxiety, strong enough to make all of you lucid for a while, so before I decide to shove a few down your throat, I suggest you scram." I stayed very calm threw out my little rant, I didn't raise my voice, nor did I act mad. This for the most part scares teens more then a yelling person, and to my success, they ran. I sighed, that was good, now I didn't have to fight. I turned back to River. "You okay?"

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"I did hear that y'know. I am standing right here." Helena announced her arms folded.

She could handle being brushed off gracefully enough. It happened so often that she could react to it like a natural. However when someone, someone who was supposed to have been her friend, was using her as some example to scare people like she was some kind of lesser species, she kinda took issue about it.

"So it's not okay for them to pick on her, but fine for you to say stuff like that about me? I mean....I know pretty much everyone in the school likes to have a go, and no-one ever objects to it....but I thought you might at least have the class to only say that kind of thing to your friends behind my back..." a notable tinge of bitterness had soaked into her tone.

She was bitter. She couldn't help it. She wanted to try and put all of that behind her and start things on a positive note, but this was not making it easy. Not when the already considerable trouble brought about by the forsaking of the world was componded by the disdain for her for remaining. When she didn't have a choice.

Clip-clop.

A noise.

Helena snapped round, looking behind her, getting some sense of something, some tall, spindly figure moving off in the edge of her vision, striding among the parked cars, easily avoiding them with its long limbs, metal hooves sounding on the asphalt.

Clip clop.

There was nothing there though. Just some cars and a few students who were dragging their feet about going in. Evenso the event left her unsettled, and she reached over to the stuffed toy, a white wolf that peeked out of her pack, and squeezed it.

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I patted River on the back lightly and faced Helena. She was clutching a very familiar toy, she looked frightened. I walked over to her. "if it makes you feel better, thous wannabes are most likely going to bully someone else and make their way to the bottom of the charts." Now I was standing two feet away from her now. "And I am more then sure that if you where the one having their meds tossed around then I would help and most likely say the same thing because it is fact Helena. I am also sure that if I saw anyone do something to you I would have done something about it, but it seams you pretty good at handling your self and some how nothing other then words come out of peoples mouths when they are around me." I huffed and crossed my arms in front of my own chest. "As for what I wanted to say earlier, I know our childhood means a lot to you, but sometimes you have to let go. Helena, we are old enough not to rely on something that isn't real. Why can't you grow up?" I probably sounded like a huge dick, but I didn't want to be reminded of my childhood, I didn't want to remember. I clenched my jaw, and if that meant I had to cast out the people that decided they wanted to remind me, then so be it.

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Character Portrait: Helena Norrevinter Character Portrait: River Morris Character Portrait: Zenofora Jesper Terellia Character Portrait: Jessi Smith

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[Omg you guys post so quick >.< I fell asleep, sorry!]

~Zenofora Jesper Terellia~

|| Otherworld ||

As she walked away from her crumbling mess of a castle, Zen felt a slight pull, something inside her, like a motherly instinct that made her feel like something was wrong. She looked back to her castle, which now cast a soft red glow around it's edgeds, like it had done many times before. The red glow happened often when River was upset or anxious - or anytime she felt any sort of emotion, but Zen had forgotten about River, or atleast, her name. Zenofora had felt this pang of motherly instinct many, many times before, and she was slowly coming to the realisation that it had sometihng to do with the child in the dream she keeps having, but currently she just shrugged it off as something superstitious.

Zen turned away to ignore the glow of her castle but she still felt the tugging at her chest, which began to annoy her, she wanted to know what the source of this feeling was so she could get rid of it and go about her day, but she only knew of the child in her dreams, and that was the only place she could ever see her. Regardless, Zeno fought through the tugging and pulling that was determined to take her back to her castle, and continued her walk along the dirt, above ground paths that lead the 'main central' where he once followers woudl gather whenever they were not hiding underground.

Though, when she got to the center, not one of her followers were here, not even her gaurds. Strange she thought there's usually someone willing to entertain me.. her thoughts trailed off as she looked around the surrounding area, watching out for any wildlings or anyone else that may have snuck into her realm. But alas, there was no-one here. Zen sighed. Then she looked up, and she saw in the distance, three faded figures. A wicked grin grew across her face as she quickly made her way over to them, but as she got closer, the figures began to dissolve, like a disappearing shadow. One by one they slipped away from her, as she held out her hand to touch the last one, it paused in it's fading process, and Zeno stared,examining it as her palm pressed lightly against it's forehead. The figure looked familiar to Zeno, like the child in her dreams, but now older. But before she could place it, the figure vanished, leaving nothing but a faint red glow in it's wake.

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Rakim awoke in the living room at 6:13am. Another nightmare. Same one, had been for about a week now. It reminded him of when he was a Kid. Things were different then, his imagination was able to take him away, let him and his friends do whatever they wanted to do. Nowadays, he lived in the hood, and the only escape he could think of was death. And school, school's not bad.

John, his bestfriend, was awake sitting in the chair next to the door. "I'll watch the trap for now, go get a fuckin shower choppy, get your black ass to that school, and dont take my fuckin white ford, take your caddy".
Rakim went, grabbed a quick shower, loaded his backpack with what he'd need for the day. Some white, his 9, and a nice blunt for the drive into town, and another for the day at some point. He quickly tossed on a white beater, black jeans, and his favorite hat, it simply said "Choppy" in red and black lettering. He grabbed the keys to his black 86 cadillac coupe-deville, hopped in, and started her up. He loved his caddy. He had everything on it, pearlescent black paint, lowering kit, gold plated rims, gold plated handles, oak dash, and all the bells and whistles. As he was driving to the school, he realized this was his first day out into town in almost a month. He thought about why, and realised he didnt get 125 grand for going into town every day.

He was on the street beside the school when he saw her, and her friend. River. He remembered they used to be friends when they were kids, he had a crush on her then, and still does now. Of course, to everyone in town, Rakim was someone you didnt speak to unless told to do so. When Rakim got out of his caddy, he noticed some people throwing around something with River. Looked like they were picking on her. He decided to deal with it at a later time.

Rakim lit his blunt, was taking a nice cruise when he noticed one of the boys that puhsed with River that morning, he looked like he was heading to the school. Rakim followed. All the way back to the school. He opened the door, headed to the bathroom. Rakim followed, with his gun in his pants. The boy turned around and saw Rakim mid swing with his glock. *Crack* he busted the boys face open, knocked him on the ground. Rakim leaned into his ear and whispered "If I EVER see you fucking with that girl again, i'll ride on your block and kill your fucking family, got it?"

"yes y...yes...e...yes" The kid said through blood and sobs.

"Oh, and anyone asks, this never hapenned, you slipped and hit your face on a urinal."

"oooo.......o..ook"

then, just for accuracy of the story, he slammed the kids face on a urinal.

He did things like this often, usually just to keep bullying down in the school and around town, but this was different, this was for someone. Someone he hadn't talked to in 8 or so years.

As much as it was nice not having to deal with people and their bullshit, it made it hard to approach girls. Thankfully, most of his boys werent around today, so he would quite possibly be able to sneak up to Helena and talk to her.
right around the time Rakim was thinking of some McD's, the opporotunity arose.

He started walking towards her, waived her to come here. She seemed quite nervous, but Rakim was used to people being nervous around him.

"Hey uh, who was that girl you were walking with this morning?"

"Why?"

"Uhh, well, i dont know, she was like, pretty cute I guess"

"River"

"Can you like, maybe, tell her to come talk to me someday or something?"

She then walked off very quickly.

"Fuck." he said to himself.

He saw the boy again after he got lunch, face stitched, two black eyes, and a very busted nose. the kid turned, looked at Rakim, Rakim winked, threw him a Jr chicken, and then he was on his way. Rakim was just heading to the Liquor store to meet his buddy Lamar, when he saw Helena, walking with River and some Jessi guy. He heard that Jessi was good people, and he trusted his sources. He caught Helena's eyes, and she motioned for him to walkover.

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"I resent you implying that being like me is like the worst punishment you can dish out, and somehow assholes rank so far over me in this. I've never actually done anything." Helena responded defensively, her attention drawn back. She stuffed the toy down into the bag, not wanting to leave it pen to be grabbed.

"And just because I don't flip out it's okay for every student and half the staff here to pick on me?"
Yeah, you do get good at handling it when you've been doing it for ten years, she thought to herself, feeling bitter. It was fine to stand up for River, but it was all funny when someone shoved Helena in the swimming pool or tried to pull her skirt up or spat in her drink.

It was because, in her eyes, people seemed to feel she deserved it. That it was justified in some way.


She had to laugh at Jessi's comment. Not only because of the irony of it that he thought he was somehow doing her a favour, and the idea that she needed to grow up. She'd spent her night trying to fight off a hydra that had almost torn her arm out of its socket. She had seen creatures torn apart and sewn together as grotesque things by some depraved imaginary. She had faced the New Ruler and survived...just about. She wasn;t the one that had not grown up.

"This is going to happen, no matter what you say or do. I'm just giving you a chance to be ready for it. If you ignore me you;re still going to end up there one day, only I won't be around to help you. Your best bet is to listen to me and learn how to stop that happening before the Sentinel or Cadriel or Monarch gets to me and there's noone standing between you and the creatures....but I guess that's all on you people. It's just that I probably won't live to see the latter."

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Rakim stood in the middle of the front entrance of the school for a moment, unsure of whether to walk over or stand there until one of the boys called him. Fuck it, what did he have to loose.

He walked over while trying desperately to put his gun in his bag without them noticing. he ended up just turning around for a moment, stuffed it in his bag, then walked over to her.

He walked for a minute with the three of them, wondering what to say. He nervously put his hand on her back, and spoke.

"Saw what happened this morning, those kids are idiots, I heard one of them fell face first into a urinal earlier."

She laughed, somewhat nervously, but it was a nervousness that he wasn't used to, one that seemed less, threatening.

"Yeah, you remember this? We must've been about 10 years old, we were playing in the woods and I fell off a tree, cut my face right up. The next day, this girl, she was makin fun of me, called me an ugly ni**er. Then you punched her in the face and Jessi chased her all the way home. So, i guess what I'm trying to say is, it happens to everyone. If you want, i'll make sure nobody ever does anything to you again. Just let me drive you home. I can give your other two friends a ride too, but it looks like their going to go do their own thing."

She couldn't help but laugh at the old memory of them.

Rakim thought back for a minute, he was a funny kid. one that did all kinds of stupid things. He had been in a different world lately, one that he wasn't allowed to be human in. He liked spending time with his old friends, even if they weren't popular or cool. It made him feel human, like he wasn't in the hood anymore. And then he realized it. There's two escapes from the hood, Death, and these three people. He vowed to himself, that even if River wasn't interested, he was going to watch her back. And make sure to take time out of his day to hangout with them. He might still be a hood kid, but he didn't have to be 24/7.

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Xander


Location: Malum Silvarum"

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The sun forever rose higher into the sky, the giant energy source pulsating, pushing and pulling through the atmosphere. As Xander washed behind his ears and scrubbed away the dirt, his ears perked up slowly to a rustle in the bushes. Setting his spear down against a tree, he got down, chest to the ground and ears pointed.

Rustle rustle... The bushes only a few feet ahead flickered this way and that.

It was time for breakfast...

A sharp grin overrides Xander's face as his eyes flickered to a pure white, his spine bending, curling forward, as he shifted into his wolf form. His paws glided across the grass as he slipped towards the bushes...

rustle...

As Xander was pulled closer towards the sounds, he paused for a moment, his eyes trailing ahead, and a scent hitting his nose.

Hunters.

Xander's eyes widened as two centaurs, armed in plated silver rushed out of the bushes, bow and arrows at the ready.

"Surrender now, and we won't hurt you," The first one spoke, his hoof denting into the ground with rage, "Run, and we have every reason to shoot you where you're standing, mutt." His iris eyes bore into Xander's soul and a snarl ripped from Xander's throat, no way was he giving in now. Lena wouldn't, why should he?

Spinning on his heel, Xander darted back towards the stream, arrows flying past his head as he zipped through the trees. As he neared the river, he curled his back legs and launched himself over to the other side of the river bank and quickly staked out underneath some bushes for a moment.

Closing his eyes, he began to see a light filling his closed eyelids, his energies around him pulsating, his body becoming a vessel, allowing the land's energies to pass through him at a high frequency. His silver body began to vibrate immensely and suddenly his energies split into five different power sources, all forming into silver wolves, replicating his exact structure.

"MOVE!" He howled to the spirits, as he heard the Centaur's hooves pounding against the ground and the replicas split off into every direction, as Xander continued to hide in the bushes, concentrating his energies.

Hearing the Centaur's hooves track off in another direction, Xander waited...

He wasn't sure for how long, but he continued to concentrate as their scents faded out.

Shifting back into a human, Xander stays crouched to the ground, slipping into the river and passing over to the other side once more, grabbing his spear.

He continued to crawl back towards his cave, so he could hide out for a bit.

I wish Lena were here... Xander sighs quietly as he continued to slowly make his way back, trying to be quiet as he could.

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Pretty much army crawling through the woods, Xander was about to make his last turn towards his cave when all of a sudden he felt a shift in energies. He felt a sharp pain stab through his shoulder and he let out a snarl as he his hand flew to his shoulder to cover whatever had damaged him. He then felt a sharp pang on the back of his head and he knocked out onto the ground. His eyes searched for blood on his body, but there was none; he felt slow, as if his thoughts were swimming through molasses. A flash of Lena pushed through his mind, instinctively, he shifted into his Wolf as he staggered upright into a sitting position. A rush of adrenaline hit him as he focused closer to Lena's energies... Something was with her... Something was FOLLOWING her.... and that something wasn't good.

Using the adrenaline rush he felt, he began sprinting towards her as fast as his legs could carry him. His long legs helped him travel with ease over the thick-rooted ground. The only thing that could be worse were the Centaurs coming back.

Xander let out a howl, trying to locate her exact position, knowing she would try to make some contact with him.

I'm comin', Lena. Xander thought to himself as he picked up speed, as he began to pick up a faint scent of her. Nose to the ground, he continued his search.

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