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Amelia Wilson

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a character in “Metamorphoses”, as played by Adantas

Description

Name: Amelia Wilson
Age: 21
Gender: Female
Spirit Animal: Brown Hare
Take on Ability: She finds her ability at most times startling. This is probably due to the fact that when she shifts it is out of fear or fright. It is her means of escape when the world gets too large. Amelia's animal form is where she can calm down and just be. Meaning that she just has to survive and follow her natural instincts.

Appearance: As a human Amelia is quite a petite girl, no larger than 5'2. She isn't incredibly strong but has good endurance giving her the ability to run for long periods of time. She has a lean body but frail looking limbs. She could often be mistake for someone much younger than she actually is, her face often being described as angelic and innocent. She has lush brown hair with a side fringe that she uses to hid behind if she gets nervous. Her eyes are large and a deep brown.
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Appearance: As an animal she becomes a brown hare, quite common in the more foresty parts of the other world. She is more of a motley brown, filled with the light brown of the barks of trees to that of the deep earth brown. One of her long ears actually has a small bit missing from a scrape she had with a wild dog. Other than that she also has a few scars hidden by fur. Her small tail isn't as cute as a rabbits, it is longer and flatter.

Personality: Amelia is what you would call someone with anxiety issues. She is often nervous, especially around people. She can become very fidgety and find herself always on the alert. However, if you do manage to break past her constant paranoia you would find a very sweet natured girl who is just looking for someone to trust. She can be rather perky around those she trusts and can be known to speak incredibly fast. While it takes her a bit to finally trust someone she is actually quite easy to convince. She is quite gullable and that can lead to trusting the wrong people. She often doubts herself and that's when she finds herself running rather than standing her ground and fighting. That doesn't mean that when cornered she wouldn't fight like something possessed!
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BIO: Amelia had grown up learning the native Indian ways. Her grandmother had taught her and since she had suspected of what her daughter could do didn't find it surprising when Amelia finally did shift. Her family lived further out in the country side, a more traditional life that she enjoyed. Sadly all of that changed when the accident occurred, where Amelia lost her life. She can't remember how or why but all she knows is that she awoke in this strange land, a land in which the corrupt dwell. She knew that if she died she would be taken to another world, a place her family believed as the afterlife. Yet this couldn't be it, a place filled with famine, drought and corruption. Sadly now, she has been there a few years, wandering the land, she has become a traveller, never staying somewhere for very long. While she does travel to the city she prefers the forest and the meadow plains which have become isolated places, once thriving with farm life. All she wants is the world to go back to normal. A safe place where she no longer has to fear.
Other: She has a habit of chewing her lip when really anxious.

So begins...

Amelia Wilson's Story

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Amelia usually didn't wander this far in the other world preferring to stick to the greener fields and forest. The mountains were a place that held creatures far larger than herself and had skills of hunting far beyond hers of escaping. But she had a foreboding, there had been a change in the air these recent weeks and while Amelia wasn't one for interfering she knew this might be her chance to bring back peace and prosperity to the afterlife. In the time of being on her own for so long, hardly meeting people of sound mind out in the wilderness, she had to acquire certain skills to survive. Food was never a problem but to stay out of harmā€™s way was another issue all together. She could remember her grandmotherā€™s lessons of healing and while she had retained some of that knowledge she also had to come up with her own. The most terrifying time of her existence in this world was when she had been cornered by a beast. She had nowhere to run and her strong hind legs would do nothing but bruise the brute. Yet she had managed to escape with barely an inch of her life. She endured the following days of excruciating pain as shifting was a last resort. She had a shattered leg and multiple lacerations; part of her ear was missing too. She had no other choice but to shift as she wouldn't have been able to survive otherwise. The change was gut wrenching and she couldn't control the screams and spasms that racked her body. Sadly the pain wasn't over; she had to fracture her newly restructured leg. Thankfully she had been able to retrieve her stashed clothes and bag that held her healing kit. It contained several poultices and herbs that would numb the pain. She was able to splint her leg and then attend her wounds but they were a gruelling coming days, one filled with pain inducing delirium. Recovery was slow but she eventually regained herself and was able to move on. That was only last year. Now she was well equipped and had experience in injuries and fevers.

She had been drawn to this area not only because she was looking for a certain object but because she could feel it in the air that something was going on. The area was near where she had travelled before, so she had a safe haven nearby where she could retreat to that held some extra clothes and some medical supplies just in case. During this time of year the air was crisp and cool so Amelia was wearing a thick woollen scarf and a pelt jacket, valuable items that she had acquired in the ruined city. Underneath she wore a long coarse dress, that while wasnā€™t very comfortable did the job at keeping her warm. Just where the dress ended her boots started. They were worn and rugged looking but they were reliable and had kept her feet toasty. So she trudged now, wrapped up with her travelling back slung over her shoulder and gently bumping against her hip. Her ears, attuned from years of wandering, where aware of all the sounds around her. The forest was quite think, so it was difficult to get through without making a commotion. She knew that there was a river nearby and she wanted to reach it before dusk. She was persistent, stepping over fallen trees, ducking under low branches. But her mind was elsewhere, remembering her younger years with her family. It saddened her to think of them, they had probably moved on with their lives, having it been a few years since her death. Nonetheless, she was here in the afterlife, unable to move on, stuck in a corrupt world.

She often drifted into such reveries but that didnā€™t stop her from being highly alert of her surroundings, so when she heard the distinct sound of voices, not far from where she was her reactions were instant. She crouched low, knowing full well the art of stealth. She was able to come close enough to see who was making the sound. There were several people, males and females, at the edge of the river. This astounded her, never had she met such young people this far out in the wilderness. While this made her curious it also made her weary. Who were they? As she peered closer, her dark eyes that shone hazel in the sunlight, she was shocked to find that there were some people that were greatly injured. Injuries that could have only come from claws, something that she was all too familiar with. They looked like they needed help. These people looked only a few years younger than herself and she couldnā€™t help but feel more than a little bit worried. She began chewing her lip, split between coming out and helping them or escaping now and hoping for the best. But it was their look of hopelessness upon their young faces that drove her thumping heart to finally decide to help them. Carefully so as not to startle them she stood up and made her way out from the bushes. There were two lying on the ground clearly injured. One was being treated already she must have some sort of poisoning as they were using tobacco leaves to treat the wound; tobacco was a good herb to purge the body. They have some knowledge of plants, Amelia thought surprised. But the other was gravely pale; he clearly had lost too much blood. His wound was clear and would need instant stitching to prevent further blood loss. Amelia was already reaching inside her bag for her bone needle and thread. She would need a healing salve to prevent infection but as well as a painkiller so that the boy would be put through further agony. Thankfully she already had a small dosage of a salve prepared, it wasnā€™t much but it would do the job. She would need to replace it afterwards and that required some ingredients she didnā€™t have. But that was for a later thought, at this point in time she needed to help the boy. He was obviously in pain and she wished to relive it but she didnā€™t have any wild black cherry root bark with her, however she had seen the tree a few hundred meters away. It was just a matter of boiling some water, digging the root up and grinding it. It wouldnā€™t be ready in time to give him when she did the stitches but it would relieve the pain for after. There was someone else kneeling next to the girl and her heart thumbed faster as she approached him. She had never been very good around strangers.

ā€œYou need help.ā€ She should have stopped and waited for him to reply but she was too nervous and she just ploughed on, wringing her hands anxiously, ā€œThis boy, he needs assistance. I can stitch him up and give him some salve, but he needs pain relief as does the girl. I know what to get but it will take some time, too long for me to get and prepare without stitching him up first. Will you allow me to do so? You donā€™t have much choice, heā€™s lost too much blood already. You must hurry.ā€ She was speaking too fast and babbled on. When the boy turned around she gave a small jump at the fierceness of his gaze, he was close to shifting, she could see it in his eyes. Her throat was beginning to close and if he didnā€™t answer her soon, or give her a chance to do something she knew she would bolt.

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Gideon was beyond angry. That damn little monkey. He remembered him now. The stubborn one that came into the village every once in a while. No one could get him to do anything that wasnā€™t giving him something in return. There were also other memories of him coming back from when he first arrived in the world. Standing up, he stalked over to the monkey and bent down in front of him.

ā€œDarek,ā€ Yes, that was his name. ā€œPlease go find the moss in either form. Otherwise youā€™re not going to see tomorrow with your claws in tact.ā€ It was a threat he had made once before. He stared down at the creature almost willing him to remember to five years ago. If that wasnā€™t possible, he was looking at getting some mighty bad wounds. Either way they needed that moss.

At the sounds of someone else approaching, he hoped it was another one of the gang. Turning, he saw that it wasnā€™t. This one he didnā€™t know. But at least she was in her human form which made this a lot easier. He nodded to her, not knowing how much his eyes were giving away.

ā€œDo what you can. We need something to boil water in. Everything else have Ellen get for you.ā€ He pointed to the girl in question so Amelia would know who he was talking about. He looked at everyone. Isabelle, Walt, his twin, Ellen, Tomas, Darek, and now the new girl. The latter two could get them into a lot of trouble if they told there were more non Indians in the world. It had taken them a while to accept Gideon and he was only accepted because he must be a mixed Indian with more white blood in him than Indian. Some of his friends would not be so easily accepted and if they found out these people were the reason the world was dying then they would probably kill them instantly.

No more coming back after that. Walt and Aerynā€™s injuries would be nothing in compared to what the elders would do. He repressed a gulp. Those he had noticed since their arrival some things that started looking up. Maybe with them all here, the world would go back to normal and they wouldnā€™t kill them. Gid didnā€™t have much time to think about it anymore. His muscles started twitching and he knew control over the older form was waning fast.

Without a glance back at the group, he took off for the tree line not stopping until he was sure they couldnā€™t see him anymore. He had to trust that the new girl could take care of things until he came back. As soon as he stopped running, he shifted back to the body of a thirteen year old. Leaning back against the tree, he slide down until he was sitting. His breathes were coming in much too quickly to get air properly into his body. He knew he needed to calm down so he could shift back to the lynx at least before someone got the bright idea to come after him. Because he knew it was only a matter of time before all of their guesses were confirmed for them. He wouldnā€™t be able to keep it a secret for much longer. He calmed himself down and focused on shifting back so he could turn to his friends.

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Isabelle stared incredulously at the snow monkey, two people dying right before his eyes and he refused to help them? Darek was his name, and by the way Gideon spoke to him this wasn't the first time he refused to help out. A small wave of relief swept over her as Ellen's familiar figure appeared next to Walt and immediately began working on his wound. She would have made fun of the otter in the past for learning such 'useless' skills, yet now she couldn't have been more happy to see her knowledge in action. Then, as though a miracle occurred, a small girl in strange clothing appeared from the bushes with the exact tools needed to stitch up Walt. They wouldn't need to burn him after all.

Hopping up with new found hope, Isabelle set herself on being as useful as possible. With another glance at the monkey, the girl announced, ā€œI'll find some moss then,ā€ before jogging into the forest. A sharp pain from her ankle was a reminder of last night's flight, but she kept up her pace. There were more important things to be thinking about now. Despite being an indoors person, their camping trips were more than enough to know what to look for. Not far past the treeline, the soft green plant presented itself on the forest floor and Isabelle hurriedly gathered an armful to bring back. The first thing she noticed coming back was that Gideon had disappeared. She had no idea what to do with the fuzzy moss without him, so she arranged it into a small pile on the floor and hoped it was enough.

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Amelia sighed in relief as he nodded and allowed her to proceed. He even told her that there was someone else who could retrieve my ingredients. She saw the girl who seemed to be a bit wet kneeling over the boy and came up besides her, sitting down to the inspect the wound. It didn't look good, she needed to stitch it now. Without looking at the girl, she gave hesitant directions.
"I need you to go look for some Wild Cherry root. You'll see the tree plainly enough, it has dark purple berries. You need to hurry, it needs to be ground down and boiled. Go, I have to start stitching now."
The string was already threaded through so all she had to do was pucker the skin and pierce it. The boy was gazing at her intently and she wasn't sure if he was lucid or not.
"I'm going to stitch you up now. It's going to hurt but I promise to give you some painkiller soon. You'll need to keep your mind off of the pain." She didn't want to tell him when she was going to start so when she started talking again she nimbly punctured the skin and began threading it back together. "I'm Amelia by the way. I've been here a long time so you don't need to worry. I've done this a more than enough times to know how to do it efficiently. I actually had to learn it when I got into a sticky spot myself. Awful time I must tell you. I was minding my own business you see, sniffing around for some berries, see I morph into hare, and it was a lovely spring day so I didn't have much on my mind. Unfortunately I was out in the open that day and a particularly large bird with very sharp talons had decided I looked quite delectable. So before I knew it I had this Hawk I think, shooting down at me, thankfully at the last minute I noticed and was able to dash out of the way but not without him leaving a nasty gash on my leg. So pretty quickly I had to learn how to stitch up a wound. It get's pretty easy when you have to do it so many times." Her words were just a stream, whether the boy was listening she didn't know, but at least it was something to tune into rather than her threading the needle through his skin. When she finished talking she had also finished stitching, tying off the tread and slicing off the remainder with her little knife. She hoped that the girl would be back soon. She glanced around and found another girl who hadn't been there a moment ago arranging a pile of moss to the side. That would be perfect to help binding the cut. First she would need to apply some salve and it then should heal splendidly. She called out to the girl.
"Excuse me, I need some of that moss. Could you come and help me?"
As the girl came over Amelia was already gently spreading some of her salve over the newly stitched cut. Once completed she grabbed some of the moss and pressed it firmly to the wound.
"There," She murmured to herself, "that should fix you up nicely."
But she wasn't done yet. The injured girl was also in need of assistance but she didn't have any salve and the wet girl was still out getting the root. She need to start a fire to boil some water. Getting a fire started was second nature to Amelia. She busied herself getting some dried wood and some leaves. She made a decent place for a fire and in the middle sat a large rock in which she could place a bowl of sorts to boil the water. Unfortunately she didn't have a bowl so she would have to make do. By the time the girl returned bearing the goods, Amelia had the fire going. Crushing the roots was easy and soon she had a messy pulp but the problem of placing it with water was still at large. She had nothing to put the water in. So she asked the girls.
"Do you know if there is anything that I could put water in to make a tea of sorts to relieve their pain?"

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Ellen walked off into the woods to find so wild cherry root. She was glad that there was someone who knew how to sew up wounds. It was something she had never tried. She never had the time when she needed to. Whenever someone needed stitches they usually went to the hospital. Life was strange. The time they really needed stitches was the time there was no hospitals. Did that follow one of Murphy's laws? Ellen wasn't sure if it did. To tell the truth she wasn't exactly sure what Murphy's laws were; but she had always heard someone say, "That's Murphy's law," when they were talking about something ironic.

Amidst her pounderings she found the cherry tree. Kneeling down, she dug up some of it's roots. She loved the feeling of the moist dirt in her hands. The feeling of dirt hardly varied from place to place in general, it was one constant she could enjoy. Especially because things were being so crazy and unpredictable lately. When she came back to camp she gave the roots to the girl, who mashed them to a pulp. The girl had made a fire, too. She probably wants to make tea, Ellen thought.

"Do you know if there is anything that I could put water in to make a tea of sorts to relieve their pain?" the girl said, confirming Ellen's suspicions.

Ellen thought for a moment. "I'll be right back," she said. Once in a book she had read something about people making a cup out of leaves and thorns. She retraced her steps until she found a pricker bush, what she called a plant with thorns on it, and removed the plant of its defenses. After taking plenty of those she reached up and took some broad leaves from a tree. As she walked back she worked on making a cup from the materials she found. By the time she was at camp she had made a couple makeshift cups. She still had some leftover materials for the tea making girl in case she could make a better cup. "Will this do?" Ellen asked.

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Walt was hardly paying attention anymore. The pain was gnawing at his mind, making it hard to make a comprehensive thought. Did it really matter? It didnā€™t seem much use holding on anymore. The pain would go away if he closed his eyes... Walt was about to, when the sunlight above him was blocked by a figure. Fighting to focus his eyes, Walt made out a young woman, completely unfamiliar to him. She said something, but he missed it. Her voice was calm though, and it let Walt relax. He couldnā€™t really care less who she was. Only when he felt her fingers brush his wound, he flinched. A cry of pain escaped his lips. Walt pushed back with strength he didnā€™t know he had. What was she doing? She pressed on the wound again, pinching it this time. The moment of adrenaline fled Walt, and all he could do was turn his head the other way, shut his eyes, and bite on his tongue so hard it drew blood. The girl stared talking again, and Walt tried desperately to listen to the sound of her voice as she did whatever she was doing that made the pain skyrocket, and paint his mind red. Her voice was calm. He needed calm right now. And suddenly, the fingers went away. The pressure left. But the pain remained. Walt opened his eyes again, but couldnā€™t get them to focus. He spit out the blood that had welled up in his mouth.

ā€œWhat the hell did you do to me?ā€ he growled out angrily, pleased that the sentence came out above a whisper.

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Gideon took a deep breath. He was still in his normal form that of a thirteen year old. He couldnā€™t go back until he had himself under control, but they needed him. Taking deep breathes; he fought to get his breathing under control. He didnā€™t need any of them coming after him and finding him like he was now.

Taking a deep breath, he started to shift back to lynx form. It would be much easier to keep the spirit animal form than the eighteen year old form. Walking now on four legs, he started back for the small clearing where he had left his friends. He really hoped that someone had went and got some moss. It would be a great help.

Before he reached the clearing, Gid took a few more moments to collect himself and started the shift back to the older version of himself. He would have less time in the form this time because he didnā€™t rest long enough outside of it. Most of the time, he only practiced with the form and not actually stayed in it for so long. He was proud of himself.

He watched Walt get sown up and he winced himself at the pain. Finally, he stepped out of the woods and came back over. That was when he saw the moss and Ellen arrived back. Finally, the two of them were getting the help that they needed. Bending down, he took some of the moss that was left; they would need more, and then removed the tobacco from Aerynā€™s leg. It didnā€™t look quite as good as the upper leg, but it was definitely better than it was before.

Taking the moss, he started packing it on the wounds just like the other girl had done for Walt. He could take care of him. Better to have the other male not hate him. ā€œHey, can we get a little bit more moss?ā€ He asked as he went back over to the river bed and collected some of the mud. Moving back over, he packed it onto the moss covered skin. Then he retrieved a piece of the leather that was beside of the knife and started to wrap his twinā€™s leg.

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Aeryn had faded in and out of consciousness during the time that everything seemed to be happening, but she was awake now. She could hear Walt in pain. She could tell just from the way he was breathing. Turning her head, she glanced over at him. Sweat coated her brow. Her whole body ached, but she couldnā€™t imagine the pain her friend was in.

Reaching out, she moved her hand and grabbed his. She squeezed onto him. She was there for him. She wasnā€™t going anywhere despite how much pain she was in. Taking a quick look around, she was confused by all of the people she was seeing. She knew Isabella and Ellen. Tomas was in the back ground from where she could see. But the female standing over Walt, she didnā€™t know. She also didnā€™t like it. She didnā€™t like strangers to begin with and for another female to be there when Walt was in pain didnā€™t sit well at all.

She laid her head back down and looked back over to Walt. She managed a weak smile at him. She could imagine what he was thinking to himself other than the pain they were both feeling. He told her so. She needed to get herself looked at, but she had ignored him because she was more worried about him than herself. She had always been like.

She smiled back at him before she closed her eyes. Then she felt someone touching her leg. Opening her eyes back up, she looked over to where the strange male was putting mud onto her leg. She stared at him for a few seconds. It caused him to look up into her face. The two of them froze.

Aeryn knew who she was looking at. It was a face that had haunted her dreams for years. Almost impossible for her not to have imagined what he would have looked like had he not died. Both of the Stone siblings were froze staring back at each other. The elder twin felt her head swimming. She was still holding onto Waltā€™s hand and the pressure lessoned and tightened every few seconds as she worked through her shock.

ā€œGideonā€¦ā€ She whispered not sure who heard her. Her breathing hitched in her throat seconds before she lost consciousness again this time due to fainting.

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The male in question held back a curse hoping no one had heard her. They would believe her over him, and he made sure she was safe on the ground and not threat in hurting herself. That was when Gideon noticed Aerynā€™s hand still holding onto Waltā€™s. Under normal circumstances he would have reacted, knowing the answer to a question he had wondered before and now quite possibly had the answer to. However, he had more important things to worry about like the others confirming their suspicions that he really was who they thought he was.

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Isabelle watched with a mixture of fascination and disgust as the strange woman stitched up Waltā€™s leg. She had never seen it done before, not even in movies or on TV. Once finished, she used the moss to patch up the wound and suddenly it looked a thousand times better, much better than a giant messy wound gushing blood. Soon, Gideon returned to the scene looking flustered but focused ā€“ possibly from an emergency bathroom break. Or maybe he had health issues of his own? Isabelle glanced at him with slight concern, thinking maybe the pain felt from his twin was transferred directly by a telekinetic bond. And maybe pigs could fly.

ā€œHey, can we get a little bit more moss?ā€ he asked, getting straight to business.

The moment the words left his mouth, Isabelle dashed off into the forests to find more moss for her friends. The pain in her ankle was even more prominent now, and she made a mental note to replicate what they were doing now to fashion a makeshift bandage for herself. Scanning the forest floor, Isabelle jogged past the areas previously picked clean and found some fresh spots further down. Not wanting to take too long, the girl skipped across the uneven floor and made her way back to Aeryn. There, she dumped a slightly smaller armful next to Gideon and stepped back to give him working space.

Turning to the others, Isabelle found herself staring at the mysterious new girl who had fixed Walt up. Although she seemed fairly young ā€“ no older than anyone in the group ā€“ the way she handled the situation so flawlessly made Isabelle think she was older, someone much more experienced. Before now she didnā€™t think there would be any ā€˜peopleā€™ in this world besides Gideon, and yet here stood a completely normal human being, however strangely dressed. It was the eyes though, that gave Isabelle the sense that they could trust this person, that this strange world had more than ravenous beasts and poison thorns.

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Gideon gladly took the extra moss from Isabelle when she brought some back. He had noticed a slight limp, but decided not to push it too much right now. They could deal with that later unless it became a real problem. Turning back to his sister, who was pretty sure that he may have killed since she now knew for sure who he was, he started to put more mud on her leg and then packed the moss down on top of it. He finished off by tying it down with more leather.

Standing up, he brushed his hands off on his pants and turned to the others. He needed to leave. It wasnā€™t safe for him to stay in this form for much longer, and he didnā€™t want to go back to the form they all knew. ā€œYou need that looked at.ā€ He nodded to the newcomer. He had to trust her to take care of his friends for a while. ā€œHave her help.ā€

Without another word, he started back towards the woods. He hated doing this, but he couldnā€™t hold the form again. He needed a break. But he sure wasnā€™t shifting in front of them again. He headed back to the woods just out of sight of the group. He shifted back to the lynx form. His mind was finally at ease. Returning back to the group he went back over and sat down. He was more comfortable even if he couldnā€™t really talk to them anymore. Walt should be fine and Aeryn he knew was going to be okay for the most part. But they would need to get moving somewhere safer. He had his little hut closer to the edge of the forest where he wanted to take them, but they had to make sure Walt was moveable and catch the raft down so long as the ones who didnā€™t look Indian at all were shifted. Then again he knew Walt probably couldnā€™t shift. They were in trouble if they had to carry him down.

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A young looking Native American nineteen year old sat cross legged staring at forrest that laid in front of him. He could sense that he was close to what he was searching for. The boy pulled out a map from the crimson robe he wore. The map had been carefully drawn in detail and had almost every part of the world charted. It was a map that the young Native American had worked on for quite some time, before his search began. He put the map away and once again stared at the forrest, he could feel that what he had been searching for was nearby.

The boy took out some red paste from his robe's inner pocket as well and began to reapply some of the paste that was already on his face because he began to feel it cracking. As the paste was applied covering the majority of the boy's face, he began to breathe deeply. During these long breaths he remembered the corruption that had consumed his home and caused his loved ones to fight one another. He remembered leaving the corrupted capital to find that much of the environment didn't seem like it usually was. the boy had spent many nights sleeping in the wilderness and because of it, he noticed slight changes. He noticed that the environment wasn't as lively as it was when the corruption hit. They boy had taken great offense to this harm, as he believed he was connected to the world in some way.

The boy's original name was Maka, meaning Earth in his original tribe's language. The boy no longer knew much about Earth when he arrived to the other world when he died years ago. He had changed his name or was rather reborn with the name Mai'k Mai'k. Mai'k began walking to the edge of the forrest where he began touching the trees, feeling their impurity. He aimlessly walked the forrest keeping his eyes sharp hoping to come across anything that he could sense had any form of corruption inside of it.

He noticed a lynx run by in the forrest. Mai'k could sense this was no ordinary lynx and even so, he took the slightest thing as a sign from the gods that had granted him his shifting powers. He quietly followed the lynx to a group of strange looking people. Mai'k could sense that they were not like they were the others at his home. He did not sense corruption in them, but rather around them.

Mai'k was set in his peaceful ways so instead of attacking them, he walked straight towards them in plain sight. He was not smiling though as he held a serious and stern face. His walk was calm and he took short steps as the ground made small noises as he stepped.

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Amelia was so pleased when the girl came back bearing a crudely made bowl of sorts. It wasn't perfect but it would do the job and Amelia was grateful for it. While she was thankful for the assistance, Amelia was still quite shy so all she could manage was a small smile and a little nod as she gently took the bowl and went to get some water. The river was cool and as she dipped the bowl in water splashed up, sending slight shivers down her spine. Satisfied she came back and placed it onto the rock above the fire. Next she added the mashed root and using a twig gave it a little stir. All she had to do now was wait. She glanced over to the boy she just stitched up, his face had been slightly relieved while she was talking before but now it was contorted in pain. It shocked her most when the words escaped his lips, which were surprisingly strong for one that was in such pain. She didn't know what to say, while she didn't know him it hurt her that he was accusing her of doing something to him. Shakily she tried to answer him.
"I didn't do anything. I was helping you, I promise relief is coming soon. Please don't strain yourself, you're in enough pain already."
She reached out and tried to prop him back down, and found that despite his loss of blood he was clearly still quite strong. Suddenly a metallic taste entered her mouth and she realised it was blood, she had been chewing on her lip again and bitten down, drawing blood. It was a habit that she couldn't seem to break.
It wasn't until the young looking boy asked the blonde girl for some more moss that Amelia realised that there were a lot more people here than she had ever encountered in a long time and it frightened her. Her heart began to beat just that bit faster and her breathing was becoming more shallow. She felt trapped. She wanted to leave. Get out while she still could but then the young boy who looked on the verge of losing control stood and made his leave, even going so far as to ask her, a complete stranger, to care for his friends. She couldn't leave them, her conscience wouldn't allow it but that didn't stop her from feeling nervous. And to top it all off another stranger arrived. He looked like the embodiment of all the ancient native Indians that her grandmother talked about. He looked around 19, younger than her when she died, but had a sense that he was much, much older. In a way he sort of looked familiar. Amelia had been here a few years and in her travels she had come across many desolate people and it was possible that she had seen him. She was drawn to his face, the red paste smeared across his face. He was serious and sombre. It was startling. But she didn't have time to ponder. The tea was done and she needed to give the injured some relief. So busying herself she gently removed the bowl from the heat, blew on it and then brought it over to the boy. Ever so carefully, she lifted his head up and rested it on her lap, bringing the bowl to his lips and allowing him to take some sips. When he had drunk about half she lowered him back to the ground and went to the other girl. Propping her head up Amelia gently gave her the rest of the tea. She hoped it would be enough to ease their pain. With nothing left to do she sat their between the two injured, chewing her lip and tentatively looked back up at the stranger. The feeling she knew him was stronger but she couldn't quite pin it. As she scanned his face, their eyes met and her already pounding heart tripled. They were deep and ancient. Before she even realised, the words had left her mouth.
"Who are you?"

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Mai'k looked at the girl with a straight face, he often did this to show respect. However he looked at this girl and knew that she was not what he had been looking for. She was obviously a native of Mai'k's world, possibly younger than him. Mai'k did not answer the girl's question just yet, he casually sat down with his legs folded. Now looking up at her, he motioned for her to sit in front of him. Mai'k stared at the girl, she seemed fidgety and nervous. He did not feel like he did anything to insight fear into her, so he felt a bit insulted that she displayed this in front of him.

"I have no reason to harm you. You will sit with Mai'k Mai'k and we will exchange words. I insist that you sit, I would feel disrespected if you looked down on me" Mai'k once again motioned for the girl to take a seat next to him. Mai'k had ignored the others around him because they did not approach them as she did. Mai'k had made himself present, but if the others did not take on to them as she did, then she would represent them for the time being. Mai'k had many questions for the girl, he had felt like he was standing by the source of corruption, so as much as he didn't show it, he was angered by their presence. If it hadn't been for the elders' lessons Mai'k would have stampeded into the woods and impaled them all with his horns while in his crimson bull form, without a second thought. Mai'k glanced at each of them to remember their faces if they tried to escape.

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His stern face was somewhat reassuring and nerve wrecking at the same time. It was clear that he meant no harm but that didn't stop Amelia from feeling slightly unhinged around this stranger especially since she was in fact still surrounded by strangers. When he sat down and motioned for her to sit it took her a second to respond. She wasn't sure what the others were doing but she figured they were all a bit captivated by this newcomer. It was interesting that he seemed to only address her, was that because he sensed that they were of the same kind or that she had responded to him? As she lowered herself in front of him, eyes never leaving his she could feel her heart steadying. Again she was struck with the feeling of familiarity. How did she know him? As she peered deeper into his eyes, taking in all that was this stranger, the niggling began to grow and was soon forming a thought. He seemed to have died a long time ago, what if he was one of the people from the legends? She was curious and that made her a little bit braver.

"I trust you. But who are you?" she inquired.

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Mai'k was satisfied that the girl had sat with him. He felt more comfortable with him and her placed on equal ground, he lowered his guard just a bit as he felt somewhat safer. "The man who sits before you is known as Mai'k Mai'k" he said as he felt the stare of her eyes. She looked as if she was trying to figure out what he was, but Mai'k wasn't ready to reveal that just yet. She'd probably recognized his face from somewhere since Mai'k spent plenty of time wandering the other world to chart his map.

"Mai'k would like to know the name of individual who sits before him" he said as he noticed subtle things about her. Mai'k was in a very relaxed position to relieve tension between the two of them, but yet she was still showing signs of nervousness. Although Mai'k had asked the girl what her name was he had very little interest in knowing it because she was part of the other world and she was not the reason he came to the forrest. It was the individuals who weren't from this land that had concerned him. Still Mai'k asked this question more of as a common courtesy to show respect to the person he addressed.

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Ellen was glad her thorn and leaf bowl worked. It was nerve wracking to see her friends wounded, especially because she was unharmed. There was nothing she could of done to help the fight against the beasts, but she still felt guilty that she wasn't there. She had taken so long to get back to them, too. Don't focus on that. It is the past and there isn't anything I can do to change it. At least now she could be helpful.

A strange looking boy walked into the camp and sat down. The girl who was working on healing sat down next to him and they began to talk. The boy's name was Mai'k Mai'k. That is a name I definitely haven't heard before, Ellen thought. She caught a glimpse of his eyes and was suprised to see the immense age in them. Or at least it seemed that way to her. Who knew, he could of been from a completely different time. He was definitely wearing clothes that advertised he was from a different place and time than Ellen was. Her head cocked to one side, doglike, an action she did when she had a question or was wondering something. The question words flew through her head: who where what when how why? Seeing this boy laid bare her own confusion of here own presence in this strange place. Hoping Mai'k Mai'k wouldn't find a question disrespectful she asked, "Excuse me, but do you know where we are at?" She thought it probably sounded like a stupid question, but it would be comforting to know where her and her friends were.

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Mai'k looked at the girl who'd addressed the question to him. He found it rude that she had just blatantly asked something of himself without even greeting him. He gave stare with the same solid expression on his face. Mai'k realized that the girl who was already sitting in front of him was not representing the group, in fact he wondered if they were a group at all at this point.

When Mai'k heard the question about their whereabouts he was slightly confused. Surely with such corruption around them, they had to be doing this intentionally. It's not like they could have stumbled on this world. but then again they all did look strange, except the girl sitting in front of him. Mai'k had questions for them, all of them, He motioned for the girl who had asked about where she was to sit down. He could have easily given her the information, he was a native of the other world, and he had a map that had nearly every location of the other world on it that he had worked on for years. Mai'k turned back to the girl who sat in front of him, he would not address the other girl until she had done the same. This was not a conversation, it was business. Knowledge was valuable to Mai'k and he did not give it away so frivolously, exchanges had to be made as if he were trading for anything else of value.

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As soon as the newcomer entered the campsite, Gideon knew they were screwed. There were a select group of people he had learned to avoid in the five years since heā€™d been there. This was one of them. The old man he had stayed with had been kind enough to tell him who he was and wasnā€™t safe to be around.

Stepping forward, the lynx moved towards the group. He didnā€™t want to shift back, but he would. Anything to protect his friends. If he had to give away exactly who he was then he would do it. He growled, a cat growl since most wild cats canā€™t purr they knew how to growl, at the male. He put himself between the two girls. He didnā€™t trust this being nice or not.

His friends were his main concern. Looking at the other male, he tried to keep himself calm and not to start a battle he knew he wouldnā€™t be able to win. Leave. He projected knowing for once with certainty that it went through to the other male. He couldnā€™t risk loosing them now. They didnā€™t need to hear from someone who was going to hate them what was going on.

Now he really wished that Ellen hadnā€™t asked the question about where they were. He wanted to get around to it as soon as he knew Aeryn and Walt were going to be okay. Ellen, donā€™t bother. He wanted to keep everything short so he knew that the messages would go through. He jerked his head back to the group hoping she knew what he was talking about.

You and I can talk, leave them out of it. He projected back to Mai'k. He turned his gaze towards the woods, hoping the bull understood what he meant. They could either talk or fight this out, but he wasnā€™t going it in front of the group, and he didnā€™t care if he disrespected the Indianā€™s rules of formality. Touch times called for the drastic actions that he knew were going to get him into trouble. He had avoided people like Maiā€™k for five years for a reason, but now it came down to his family and friends. Heā€™d do anything to keep them safe.

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Mai'k was just about to answer the second girl's question when he was confronted by the lynx he had followed into the camp. He glared at the lynx who had approached him with hostility. This was the same hostility that had started many feuds between tribes that Mai'k was too familiar with. He did not understand why he was so hostile towards him, he had never met him and Mai'k presented himself in a respectful manner. If anything Mai'k felt that he should be the one angry because they could be the ones possibly corrupting his home.

Mai'k gave a glare to the lynx, angered by his actions. He turned back to the two girls who sat by him. "Mai'k apologizes for leaving this exchange. Mai'k would like to continue this exchange at some point in the future" Mai'k said bowing to them afterwards and slowly raised up from the ground.

He turned to the lynx again and nodded his head towards the forrest. He did not turn into a bull just yet, although the lynx's actions had been hostile it was not good enough of a reason to be hostile himself. He began walking to the forrest paying attention to the footsteps of the lynx, knowing that if the pace had changed the lynx was dishonorably going to attack him from behind. He hoped this hadn't happened because then the others might not be as willing to approach him in the future.

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Looking down at the two prone bodies, Isabelle was glad to see the colour returning to Waltā€™s face, and that Aerynā€™s leg was no longer a sickly infected colour. Turning to her own legs, Isabelle pulled her sneakers off and inspected more closely her throbbing ankle. Thankfully it wasnā€™t nearly as bad as the other two ā€“ thin claw marks made their way from mid-calf down to the base of her foot, crusted with dry blood and dirt. She easily cleaned it off and treated it much the same way she saw Amelia and Gid using left over salve and moss. As she did so, another stranger entered the opening.

He was much calmer and authoritative than Amelia, and as they sat down to talk, she almost expected the two to break into a secret native tongue the others wouldnā€™t understand. Thankfully, they continued in English and learned that the strangers name was Maiā€™k ā€“ kind of like Mike, she thought, but with a twist. Isabelle jumped at Gideonā€™s sudden hostility. Despite the formal atmosphere, Maiā€™k did seem peaceful by nature, so there was no real need to bear his teeth at the newcomer. Moments passed in silence, and the two seemed to exchange meanings.

It looked like they werenā€™t getting any answers any time soon. Isabelle let out a big puff of air, she had been holding her breath the entire time in silence as the three of them worked things out, impatiently waiting for Maiā€™k to answer Ellenā€™s question. Where exactly were they? From the looks of the two strangers, they were on a Native American reservation, but that alone didnā€™t explain anything. Especially not the mysterious appearance of Gid. The two seemed to want to talk in privacy, which meant the group wouldnā€™t get to hear what Maiā€™k knew.

Letting out another gusty sigh, she turned to the group for answers. ā€œAnyone have any idea whatā€™s going on?ā€

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Amelia was curious as to how he addressed himself in third person. Maybe it was just the way he is, being mysterious and all, or maybe it had to do with the fact that it had to do with being dead and so disjointed with the world and since the afterlife being corrupted and all. Actually, she had no idea but it was interesting to think. She managed to squeak out her name before things got out of control. Mai'k didn't seem to take the other girl's question very well, it probably had to do with the formality thing and he seemed to be very in tuned with the old ways. He turned back to Amelia but she didn't know what to say but she didn't need to. The Lynx came back and she was surprised at the hostility. Mai'k clearly wasn't impressed and as he slowly got up Amelia's heart which had just started to steady started thumping again. She didn't want a fight, she couldn't imagine the ancient young man being so easily tempted to fight but then again you never know. Mai'k started to walk away. Amelia didn't want him to leave, he was her people, he could help her understand what was going on and why the world was becoming corrupt. She outstretched her arm trying to call him back but her voice wasn't working. She was about to stand up when he turned again. This time he was staring directly at the Lynx, Amelia had no idea what was going on but it seemed that the two of them were communicating. It terrified Amelia more when Mai'k started shifting, he must have tremendous control as he was able to slowly change and it was interesting that whatever animal he would change to it was a crimson colour. Amelia's eyes widened, who was he? If she knew what he shifted into maybe she could work out how she recognises him.
"Mai'k Mai'k. Please, no more fighting. We have two injured and I do not wish to heal a third. I don't know where these people came from but they are young. I don't think they understand and at the moment I don't fully either. We need to help them." She glanced at the group of young faces before settling back at Mai'k, "We need to figure out how to save this world."
It surprised her that she was able to say all of that so strongly and clearly. Even more that her heart had steadied and she felt confident.