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Tomas M. Keyes

Let's make the most of this trip!

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a character in “Metamorphoses”, as played by ZombieGil

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Name: Tomas M. Keyes (T.K.)
Age: 19
Gender: Male
Spirit Animal: Grizzly Bear
Take on Ability: Tomas loves bears and all, but he wants to return to his normal life. It's an awesome experience, having that extra power and the actual ability to help my friends, but it's just not natural.
Human Appearance: Tomas has long brown hair the cuts at his eyes. His eyes have a faded green hue, and his eyebrows are thick.
Animal Appearance: Tomas' bear form has brown fur that is slightly brighter than his usual hair color.
Personality: Tomas is a pretty straightforward guy. He leaves his mind open and is pretty sociable. He's also a musician and proud of it. Tomas tends to express himself with a 'tough guy' attitude, but usually fails to uphold the rouse. He'll often times fill the 'big brother' role with his friends, acting kinda like a teddy bear. Tomas claims he's always up for trying new things, and that's how he stumbled upon boxing. He now uses boxing as his trump card. Overall, Tomas is a pretty insightful guy, but can appear a little less than intelligent on occasion. Tomas is rather lacking in common sense on some occasions, usually focusing on minute details rather than the big picture. He also has issues losing sight of the big picture.
BIO: As long as he can remember, Tomas has been a pretty sociable guy. His parents were average, providing him a home and comfortable living. He didn't really spend time with them, instead hanging out with his friends and playing music. Even without the family trips and the bonding experience, he and his parents were pretty close, especially Tomas and his dad. He was often told that he greatly resembled his dad and he took pride in it. His father was his idle; being a strong, disciplined, honorable guy. Tomas was always that guy that helped everyone he could. He was also that sociable guy that seemed to know most everyone around town. Throughout his life, Tomas always could fall into his music, zoning out whenever he needed it.
Well finally, graduation was around the corner. He figured why not take a trip with his closest friends, knowing that'd he'd be going over to England for university. Instead of just leaving, he thought it'd be a great way to finish their school career.
Other: Tomas loves bears. He also enjoys eating food, with no real preferences.

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Tomas M. Keyes's Story

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(OOC: If you want, skip to the second to last paragraph, that's really where I'm trying to reach you guys, all this stuff is me waking up and stuff. :D)

All Tomas could feel was a lovely sharp pain striking his right side. It was that pain that almost seemed to itch, and man, he hated that. He also realized that he wasn't in peak condition by any means; he had issues sitting up, opening his eyes, not to mention that sharp pain, but what he hated most of all was his lack of functionality. He hated this, not being able to see... not being able to know anything besides this damn pain and this odd chill. Oddly enough, Tomas kept thinking; 'I don't think we're in Kansas anymore' from the all too famous Wizard of Oz movie. Through the awkward immobilization and flooding of random movie quotes, Tomas found himself dumbfounded. How did I get here... and where are my friends? Unfortunately, he found himself unable to answer those two seemingly trivial questions.

Tomas was drained in this state, huddled in the corner of some damp, rank cavern. Alright. I gotta get some answers. Tomas made simply sitting up his priority, finally succeeding after what seemed like a lifetime. He could feel the damp, mossy wall behind him excreting some sappy liquid. This liquid was chilled and thick, Tomas thought of it as really cold maple syrup, trickling down his back. Open eyes... Comeon, open! Open Damnit! OPEN! He forced his crusted eyes open, but all he could feel was pain, immense pain; like ripping a band-aid off real quick, only twenty times worse. All Tomas could assume was that somehow, someway, a crust had nestled itself on his eyes melding to his skin. He was spent. All Tomas' energy was used up, but his journey only began. I got this.

Despite the pain, despite the fatigue, Tomas stood up. At first he was hobbling and using the cave wall as a support, but he slowly but surely gained enough bodily control to walk on his on, at least for a brief few moments. Not only had Tomas found the exit to this cursed cave from hell, but he found himself crawling on four hefty, furry paws. Ah, I should've done this earlier. Tomas no longer felt that bone chilling draft or that thick, rank ooze. Although his new brown mass of fur protected him from the previous obstacles of cold and such, he could certainly smell the cave, and did it reek.

The only thing left on Tomas' mind was finding his friends. I'm coming guys! Just you wait, Tomas to the rescue. That was always Tomas' dream, being the hero for the group, man, he just loved the feeling of being that reliable big brother figure, it really made his life truly worth living. Tomas began scanning the area, noticing nothing other than a seemingly typical forest with a little stream passing through. The water here, it's so clear... He dipped his paw into the stream and scooped some water into his mouth, and so clean, so fresh. Tomas was rather stunned to find such a place still in existence; so tranquil, peaceful, and silent.

Tomas knew the bear had a great sense of smell, as well as hearing. He lightly sniffed the air in hope of catching a whiff of a friend, he also tried simply listening, but to no avail he heard nothing. Hm, this doesn't make much sense... He began walking through the trees no even minding the low lying branches that his rump would ram and break. Why am I here? I only remember driving then... nothing... Why can't I find a trace of my friends, we were in the same vehicle... This doesn't make sense. Tomas continued his trek while lost deep in thought, but he finally realized something. Ah, they must've shifted! Tomas now knew exactly how to find his friends, especially in this forest that was virtually soulless, aside from himself. Alright guys, I'll find you easy now!

Tomas began his frantic search for any trace of his friends' animal forms, whether it be a scent or sound. Alas, he heard a few howls. Serena, Walk. His only concern was the distance that the sound traveled, he could tell that there was a pretty great distance between himself and whoever howled. I've got to hurry! Like a tsunami of fur, Tomas was hastily galloping towards the howls; smashing branches, crushing shrubs, hopefully closing in on his friends. Hold on guys, I'll be there soon! If any expression was plastered on Tomas' face, it'd be a huge elated smile. I'm close, I've caught their scent.

Now Tomas was hot on the trail of who he hoped was his friends. Soon enough he could make out the shapes of numerous animals, the only problem was that one group seemed to be chasing another. What exactly is going on? As he was running behind the back group, trying his hardest to keep up; Tomas noticed that this group had an air around them... it seemed like hostility, now he knew he wasn't following his own friends, but wild animals chasing what appeared to be his friends. I got this guys, Big Brother is here! He could make out a few familiar figures darting off across the nearby river. Aeryn... Walt. Tomas jumped into action leaping across the river letting out a brutish grunt, hoping his friends would understand that he was here to help.

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Peavy basked lazily on an outcropping of warm rocks near the stream, taking a moment to relish the sunlight streaming through the trees. The water gurgled softly as it brushed against the rocks, and for a moment, he felt himself drifting off. That was until he heard a crash, and then another, and a another as something large moved through the forest. He listened to the noises for a moment, trying to calculate just how big the creature moving though the forest actually was. Heavy footsteps and breathing indicated that the creature was warmblooded, possibly a bovine of some sort. The crashing grew louder; he coiled himself tightly, his scales scratching together, and opened his mouth, white flesh slimy with fangs bared. His warning was set. If this thing tried to eat him, it would be the last thing it ever did.

A few moments passed, with the trundling and crashing getting slightly louder. Peavy hesitated, listening carefully, and closed his mouth. The breathing noise washed over him and he saw a massive form moving through the trees. It was a bear. Judging form the distinct walk and hunch in the shoulders, Peavy realized that this bear was an Annem, a grizzly. He cocked his head in confusion as the Annem moved toward the bank of the stream; the sunlight catching against it's fur, and dipped it's paw into the the water, taking a drink. It seemed surprised. Peavy watched it carefully, judging from its size, he gauged the creature to be a male, maybe 700-800 pounds. This coming from his experience in tracking the beast's smaller cousins, but he hadn't seen an Annem in almost three cycles. The Coppermouth uncoiled slowly, doing his best not to make noise, and slithered to the edge of the rock to get a better view.

The Annem raised his snout to sniff the air and Peavy froze. Does he sense me? He held absolutely still as the bear huffed and moved off into the woods. Peavy relaxed and dropped into the stream, the cool water washing over him as he swam through it, hurrying to the other side. He transformed as he reached the bank, becoming a tall, well muscled man. He grabbed his pants off of an oak's branch and put them on, along with his knife belt, and took off after the Grizzly, quickly and quietly.

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Peavy grinned widely as he followed the Annem's path through the forest, staying downwind of the huge animal. Something was changing, he could feel it. Sacara was changing. The air was beginning to smell fresh and renewed again, the sun warm and pleasant. He seemed to soar over the ground, taking silent leaps and bounds, keeping steady pace.

With the Annem here, I can regain my honor. The Anazi will be whole again and I will be chief! The thought sent a booming laugh from him before he could stop it.

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Character Portrait: Aeryn Stone Character Portrait: Walt Hastings Character Portrait: Serena Wulf Character Portrait: Gideon Stone Character Portrait: Ellen Shrike Character Portrait: Isabelle Hopkin Character Portrait: Luke Mehta Character Portrait: Kurtis T. Johnson Character Portrait: Tomas M. Keyes
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That was too easy. Gideon didn’t think taking on the lion would have gone over so smoothly. But now he faced an even bigger problem – Walt finding out. He had wanted to run away, but he couldn’t do that. He had to stay. These were his friends and family. He had to make sure they were okay. Who else was going to protect them? Turning, he listened to the sounds Walt was making. The boy was in pain that much was sure. He really couldn’t leave.

Sighing almost in defeat, he stayed where he was. This allowed the coyote to see him. To see him for what he was and to see his eyes; it wasn’t a pleasant feeling as he stood there under the scrutinizing gaze of his friend. And then the other male started growling at him. Yeah, because no one believes that I could be alive. I’m dead. I died. They don’t get it. They’re dead now too. He shook his head. He wasn’t sure what he needed to do to prove that he was a friend and not an enemy because shifting back wasn’t an option right now.

But, he could always try it again… Walt… don’t. Gideon hoped that he could hear him. It didn’t always work since he didn’t have many people to practice it on. So he only had a little bit of background knowledge on how it all worked and that little knowledge was what he was relying on to save his skin.

All the teen wanted to do was to rub his face against his friend even though he was a cat and the other a dog. He was too excited about seeing his friends, avoiding the fact that meant they were dead for the most part; to really care what happened to him. So fight or not, how much damage could Walt do in the shape he was now?

Gideon took a risk and leaned out and rubbed the side of his face against the coyote’s a few times before leaning back to where he was now. He sat down to look as now threatening as he could. Wonder how the others are doing… Aeryn, Ellen, Luke, Isabelle, Tomas, Kurt, Serena... He thought to himself, but didn’t move his head to look in the other direction for them. He had to trust that they were okay. The gang would all be together again even if it was under the worst of circumstances. He was happy to not be alone anymore.

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Character Portrait: Aeryn Stone Character Portrait: Walt Hastings Character Portrait: Gideon Stone Character Portrait: Ellen Shrike Character Portrait: Isabelle Hopkin Character Portrait: Luke Mehta Character Portrait: Tomas M. Keyes Character Portrait: Darek Zarren
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Aeryn’s chest heaved up and down. The cougar was gone. How she had managed that one, she wasn’t sure, but she had to find her friends. She was limping after getting caught in a bush of some type. She was bleeding, but not enough to cause any sense of alarm. She was sure though that there was something in her leg. She would have to shift soon. She’d been in the form for a while and time had to be quickly approaching.

Limping back towards the river she saw Walt first. She was thrilled he was alright. Now that left Serena not to mention two of their friends they still hadn’t found yet. Glancing up she saw Isabelle and that took another load off. Luke and Ellen had to be somewhere around the river. Looking past Walt she caught sight of the other Canadian Lynx. She froze and stopped moving. She wasn’t even sure if she could breathe or see straight. The lynx looked just like her except one key feature. The eyes were a different color.

Finally snapping herself out of her trace, she walked over to the male. She circled him, sniffing; anything to tell her this was her brother. As much as she needed the confirmation she knew this had to be a bad dream. Gideon was dead. No sugar coating the fact. So if he was with them it had to be a dream… unless they were dead too… which would either make this heaven or hell and she wasn’t sure she wanted to know which it was.

Stepping back from the other lynx, Aeryn looked up at the coming light. Night had passed much without them noticing and it appeared day was coming very quickly. Taking a deep breath, she stepped a little but further back and then shifted back to her human form. She looked to Walt and managed a weak nod. They needed to take care of their wounds and find the others before they dealt with a possible mind blowing situation.

“Walt, shift so we can try and get you taken car of.” She didn’t really worry about herself. For some reason she felt responsible for her friends. She wasn’t the oldest, but she felt like the leader. Looking around she tried to see the others and avoid looking at the other lynx. The female’s leg was throbbing and while she wanted to find out if there really was something stuck in it from the bush she fell into, she wanted to take care of Walt first.

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Gideon watched his sister. She was hurt. He could smell it as well as see it. As Aeryn approached him, his heart sped up. Five years could change a person and he knew he didn’t know his sister like he used to. So he couldn’t predict any move she would make. As she circled, he made sure to stay as still and as none threatening as he possibly could. He sat down on his rump as his sister walked off and then shifted.

She was beautiful. You grew up nicely, Aer. I wonder which one of the gang you’re with. He thought to himself. He wished he could have been there to watch, to grow with her. But he was stuck as a thirteen year old. There were moments where he had enough control that he could shift his form to what he would look like as an eighteen year old. It would be nice to compare it to that of his older twin.

Taking a deep whiff he smelt something off. A bear… and a monkey. It had been a while since he’d smelt a bear. Tomas maybe? He hoped so. He could just barely smell the scents of who he hoped were the rest of his old friends and not the creatures coming back for a second round. The monkey though, he knew wasn’t one of the gang. None of them had been monkeys. He would have to track it for the others, just to make sure they stayed safe. They needed, first, to take care of Walt. Smelling the blood from Aeryn, he mentally added her to his list of things to do as well as he waited on the others.

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After releasing his grunt and receiving no reply, Tomas assumed something was up. Having just reached the opposite side of the river, he caught a whiff of all too familiar scent; Walt! He could see shadows moving in the nearby distance. It's all a blur, I can't see well at night. Either way he cautiously continued hoping to stumble upon the faint scent of Walt. As Tomas approached some tall grass, a large shadow flew past him. A lion? Here in a forest, what exactly is going on here? Tomas stood in slight confusion catching a stronger scent; No, blood! There honestly wasn't a scent Tomas hated more than blood. He hated knowing that the heavy scent usually was followed by a scene of death. Thomas had a constant nagging in his mind as he followed the thick scent. I know this scent, but from where? He couldn't put his finger on it until he found a small clearing.

There sat Aeryn, holding a shirt to a bleeding Walt, with Isabelle flying off after some shadow. Walt, Aeryn, isabelle! Tomas was barreling towards the group, excited to finally see someone he recognized. It didn't dawn on him immediately that he was still in his grizzly form, and upon stopping his fumbling towards the group, he resumed his human form. "Hey, guys!" Tomas was breathing very heavy, his lungs had shrunken significantly from changing back into human and he wasn't quite prepared. "What... happened?... Why is... Walt... bleeding?" Tomas only knew so much, the lion that flew by him earlier came to mind. "Did he... fight... a lion?" He could feel Aeryn's despair hanging in the air.

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Character Portrait: Aeryn Stone Character Portrait: Walt Hastings Character Portrait: Serena Wulf Character Portrait: Ellen Shrike Character Portrait: Isabelle Hopkin Character Portrait: Luke Mehta Character Portrait: Kurtis T. Johnson Character Portrait: Tomas M. Keyes
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There were no words to describe the feelings of relief when Aeryn had seen Tomas come into view; at least she had hoped the bear had been her friend. When he shifted back, she breathed a small breath of relief, but it was short lived. She repressed the gulp that wanted to follow and turned her attention back to Walt as she continued to try and stop his bleeding.

To Tomas’ questions, she wasn’t sure where to start at. But she nodded to head to begin. “Uh… yeah maybe… I had a cougar or puma, whichever.” She shook her head as she fought back the tears that threatened to spill. She was so not crying here. Not in front of the guys, even if it was only two of them. She’d cried in front of Isabelle before so that no was problem. But the other lynx? She hadn’t even decided if it was her brother yet or not. But she had cried since the day he’d died. Lie. She cried any real time she actually thought about her twin.

“All I know is that he’s wounded and I can’t get the bleeding to stop. He might… even need stitches. We don’t know where we’re at or how we got here…” She kept trying to continue, but didn’t know how. “We… we were at a fire and then something started chasing us. We made it this far… before we got attacked.” She was scared, but she wasn’t going to say that. Admitting it would be worse than having to deal with it on her own. Especially since most of their group was still missing: Luke, Ellen, Serena, and Kurt.

As much as the others thought of her as a leader most of the time, she knew she wasn’t. She wasn’t the strong person they believed her to be. She wanted everything to get better, but it didn’t seem like that was going to be happening any time soon. “And I’ve got something in my leg that burns, and I can’t even deal with that because Walt is more important.” She hoped Tomas would have an idea on something to do. Maybe Isabelle would. But right now Walt was all she could focus on. She’d lost her brother, her own twin. She couldn’t lose Walt too.

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Diving at such speed, it was difficult for Isabelle to avoid the barrage of flying nuts and ended up getting smacked by most of them in the face. Quickly recovering, the snowy owl relocated the fleeing monkey and shot after him, only to find it tumbling onto the ground and right into the middle of the group, where the mysterious lynx held it in place. Isabelle smiled at the sight of this coupled with the sight of a big lumbering bear she knew only to be Tom. However, her attention was quickly diverted to the two human figures: Walt and Aeryn.

She sucked in a sharp breath and hurriedly descended to join them. Isabelle hit the ground already partially shifted and ran up to the two, ignoring the growing pain in her ankle. The wound was even more ghastly up close, and she silently cursed herself for being such a useless coward when Walt really needed help. She reached out an unsteady hand as though to do something – anything, but nothing came to mind. Her head was entirely blank of solutions. You have to do something, she urged, you have to do something, SOMETHING, or he's going to die. Isabelle repeated the words over in her head, hoping something might come to her. Right next to Walt was Aeryn, practically in tears. Aeryn in tears. Not a good thing.

“All I know is that he’s wounded and I can’t get the bleeding to stop. He might… even need stitches. We don’t know where we’re at or how we got here…” Aeryn said, filling in Tom, “We… we were at a fire and then something started chasing us. We made it this far… before we got attacked.”

The gears clicked in Isabelles head. She mumbled incoherently to herself “Bleeding ... Stitches ... Fire ... Stop the bleeding ... Of course.” Isabelle racked her mind for alternatives. Stitching, medicine, bandages, where the heck would you find those in the middle of nowhere? A bloody shirt was pretty much the best they could do at the moment. And then she remembered what Aeryn said. It was completely out of context, but it made a whole lot of sense. Fire.

Grabbing tightly onto the girls shoulder, Isabelle spoke quickly and urgently, “Fire. We can seal the wound with fire. Something hot to burn it shut.” Scanning Walts bloody body, Isabelle flinched at the idea as though just realizing what she said. “It'll hurt like hell though,” she added in a lower voice.

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Tomas couldn't believe these terrible events that unfolded before his eyes. “All I know is that he’s wounded and I can’t get the bleeding to stop. He might… even need stitches. We don’t know where we’re at or how we got here…” Aeryn's voice was trembling just a little. Damn... Tomas saw Aeryn trying to fight back the tears, she always tried acting tough; even in the worst situations. Aeryn continued briefly explaining the situation. “We… we were at a fire and then something started chasing us. We made it this far… before we got attacked.” Tomas sighed... Animals that aren't immediately afraid of fire... odd. Something about the entire situation seemed fishy, but there wasn't time to think about that, they had to figure something out before Walt died. Tomas returned from his brief mental thoughts only to hear something that frustrated him further. “And I’ve got something in my leg that burns, and I can’t even deal with that because Walt is more important.” Aeryn's in pain too. Damnit! Why wasn't I here earlier!?! Tomas looked up, noticing that Isabelle had arrived on the scene. Finally, He took a sigh of relief, immediately listening to Isabelle as she found a solution. “Fire. We can seal the wound with fire. Something hot to burn it shut.” That was it! I don't want to be the one, but I'd better do it... They wouldn't be able to hurt Walt that way... Tomas straightened up and decided to take the lead since he was probably in the best shape of the four. "Alright, I'lla grab some wood and start a fire. Aeryn; you've done great, worry about yourself for a change. I'll handle Walt, I doubt either of you have the heart to do this." Tomas felt rather calm, almost like he was ready for such the occasion... Who was he kidding, he was just as confused as the others, but now wasn't the time to lose his cool. Now, of all times, Tomas had to focus and do everything he could to make sure everyone made it through the night alive.

Tomas immediately spun around and sifted through the tall grass to find some materials. Luckily, he found a small pile of dry twigs under a nearby tree and snatched them, the he grab a rock off the riverbank. Having hastily gathered the necessities to building a fire, Tomas began to work. "Come on, come on!" Salty sweat was beginning to stream off of Tomas' forehead, the situation was getting worse by the second. It took a few minutes to realize he needed something more... "Moss!" Tomas sped off to find some moss and snatched some off a nearby tree. He sighed again, This is getting frustrating... Tomas knew that staying calm was the key, he took a deep breath. "Chillax..." Tomas simply whispered to himself as he continued until, finally, he sparked a fire. By some miracle he was nurturing a tiny flame, praying that it'd stay alive and catch.

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Tomas was right. She didn’t have the heart to hurt Walt. She never did, and she’d never had the heart to hurt any of them on purpose. Gulping, Aeryn stepped back from Walt and held his bloody shirt in her hands. They too had blood on them, but she didn’t care. She was staring down at her friend, the fear evident in her eyes. She’d never seen anyone this hurt and to think that it was Walt of all people made the situation even worse.

Her body felt heavy and she wasn’t sure if it was from fear, exhaustion, both, or something else. The burning in her leg was getting worse and it felt like it was spreading. She shook her head as she watched Tomas get a fire going. She was afraid that another fire would attract more of the animals, but as the sun was creeping a bit higher, she hoped that the light would keep the same thing from happening a second time.

Suddenly, Aeryn felt the world go out from underneath her. The leg she had avoided putting much pressure on collapsed out from under her and she collapsed to the ground close to where Walt was. If she wasn’t in so much pain, she might have actually been embarrassed by the fact that she was so weak, but for now she couldn’t even really worry about how stupid she felt. She had put off most of the pain that she’d been feeling along with the other symptoms that something was wrong to deal with Walt. Now it appeared they had caught up with her.

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Gideon watched the scene at his place some feet away. The monkey was still sitting in front of him, not moving and for that he was glad. He didn’t feel like giving into his cat’s nature and allowing the animal to give chase. But were they really going to try and heal Walt’s wounds by closing them with fire? They were nuts. Well not all that far off base, it could be done, but they were literally playing with fire. The risk of second and third degree burns were high. This was not good.

Then Aeryn collapsed onto the ground. He could tell his sister was still awake. Turning his gaze from her face he traveled down her body until he reached her legs. Taking a deep whiff of the air, had he been in human form, his eyes would have widened. He knew the smell. Not good. Walt is bleeding to death and they are going to seal the wounds shut with fire. And now my twin is poisoned… and we are no where near the village to get a cure. Not good. Not good at all. He thought to himself. Closing his eyes, he willed the change back to human form. However, he didn’t go back to his normal form that of a thirteen year old. That form he knew would be too recognizable. They all knew what he looked like when he died. The form he was still learning how to control and shift into was that of his eighteen year old self, what he would look like if he was still alive. While, he knew they could look at Aeryn and guess what he looked like, he knew nothing compared to the real thing.

So he shifted. It took a lot longer of a time going from one shift to another and not back to his base form and then into the second shift. But once he was fully shifted he glanced around, seeing his friends and family finally through human eyes. He wanted to admire everything, but he had a mission first. He took a few strides over to where his sister had fallen. There was sweat building up on her brow. Not a good sign. Moving down to her leg, he found the part of the pants that were ripped. He ripped them the rest of the way and then winced. Oh man… He glanced around. By now he was sure Isabelle and Tomas were in shock. Not to mention he was completely ignoring his sister. And Walt… well he wasn’t even sure if the other male was even conscious at the moment. “Tobacco. Does any one have any tobacco?” He asked. They would need it. He had watched a few of the elders in the village deal with problems like this before with the tobacco they grew just outside. Then again, he also remembered them saving that it worked best as a certain kind. He only hoped it wasn’t too late or they could be losing two people instead of one.

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It was as if a miracle had been handed to him. Gideon gratefully took the pack of cigarettes and opened it up to see how many were left in there. Only two. It was not going to be enough to get the job done. They would need more. The male cursed under his breath as he took both of them out. Grabbing the bloody shirt, he soaked it into the water and washed out as much blood as he could. Then he wiped down Aeryn’s leg to see where all the entrance wounds were.

Not liking the situation at all, he removed the filter from the cig and unrolled the paper leaving the tobacco lying out. He grabbed a bit of it, stuffed it into his mouth and started chewing. Once it was soaked and ignoring how gross tasting it was, he pulled it out and stuck it on one of the highest wounds in the leg. Gid kept repeating the process until all of the tobacco was gone. It only got him about half way done. He cursed again and looked up at his friends avoiding Aeryn.

Glancing to Walt, he shook his head then thought quickly. He was going to have to save both of them. Turning to Tomas, he was glad to see that the fire had caught. “Anyone got a knife?” He meant to use it as a conductor to seal the wounds, but they would need metal that could stand heating first. Then he always needed to go and look for more tobacco. There had to be a plant around them somewhere. But it was the leaving to go look that was going to kill him.

“Is he awake?” He asked Isabelle who was closest to Walt. It would be best if he wasn’t, but he needed to know so they could at least say their good byes if this didn’t work. And his twin… he avoided her at all cost. He didn’t want to see the side effects of the poison working its way through the body. He couldn’t think about losing her. Even if they were dead, they were here. If they died now with the corruption in the world they probably weren’t going to be coming back. He was less worried about them finding out who he was than getting his sister and friend better and then finding the others.

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The mysterious boy took Walt's battered pack and extracted from the remaining two cigs a small pile of brown leaves. His main priority seemed to be Aeryn's ghastly wound, which bore a strange tint of purple that slowly crawled along her veins. Isabelle nearly gagged at the sight. Even though she didn't recognize the specific condition, it would be obvious to anyone that Aeryn was in deep trouble. Thinking back, she realized that it was probably during the attack with the lion that this happened. Grinding her teeth together, Isabelle cursed herself for being so useless again -- if she had done something then maybe Walt and Aeryn wouldn't have to suffer through all this.

Stupid.

Glancing up, Isabelle watched the boy stuff bits of tobacco into his mouth and chew, soaking the brown leaf into a dark mush for what she could guess was a treatment for the poison. As he carefully worked his way through the wound, Isabelle couldn't help but feel a stirring nostalgia deep in the pit of her stomach. For some reason an image of the group as children floated before her eyes, near the time they became shifters. There was a badly scraped knee, and the echoes of a hurt child bouncing from the cave walls. She recognized that young voice as Aeryn's, and the one kneeling beside her with a band aid was ...

"Anyone got a knife? Is he awake?" the boy demanded in an urgent tone. Following his gaze, it only took a moment for Isabelle to comprehend his meaning. Tom had managed to get an impressive fire going, and it was a matter of time before Walt completely bled out. Shifting through her pockets, Isabelle knew instinctively where to find exactly what they needed, but prayed they wouldn't question where she found it. Out of habit, she tugged down the long sleeve over her wrist before handing the X-acto knife over, moving towards Walt as she did so. With two long fingers, she prodded his wet cheek and watched for a reaction.

"Out cold," she said "... Gideon, is it?"

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His body stiffened as he heard his name, but other than the slight pause he did his best not to react to the fact that Isabelle was catching on to who he was. When he ran out of tobacco, he just shook his head. There was nothing he could do at the moment without more. Glancing around, he caught sight of the monkey. Can you look for some? He asked hoping that it would go through. He knew he had gotten lucky before hand and that luck wasn’t always on his side.

Gideon looked over at Tomas. He and the other male would be the only ones with the heart to hurt Walt like they were going to have to. But with luck they wouldn’t have to carry him a very far distance. The ferry should be coming soon – within hours anyway. He hoped to catch a ride to the hut he’d made as a place to just escape. Nodding his thanks he took the knife from the girl. The only bad thing was that the knife was completely made of metal. Whoever was going to seal the wounds shut was going to get burned unless there was something to block out the heat.

Digging through his pockets, Gid found a small piece of leather. He smiled to himself as he tossed both over at the bear. “Heat the metal. Use the leather to protect your hand.” He hoped the other male knew what to do from there. Being around the Indians for five years, he had learned a lot of stuff he knew he otherwise wouldn’t have learned. He just hoped his friends were still fast enough to catch on. He knew he couldn’t do everything himself.

Glancing back down, he checked on his sister’s leg. He had to make sure that the poison wasn’t traveling any further up. It didn’t appear that it was and from what he could tell the poison near where he had put the tobacco was a lot less. That didn’t say anything for the lower part of her leg. The worst part was, all he could think about was the fact that only his sister could get into a highly poisonous bush during a fight. Sighing and shaking his head, he knew something was going to have to give soon. Walt needed help the most now. If Tomas could take care of him by heating the knife and using it to seal the wound shut, they should be okay. In the mean time he was going to have to search for more tobacco for his twin.

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Walt pushed his way back into consciousness. Someone was poking his cheek. What was going on? He heard voices, familiar ones. Aeryn’s, Tomas’, and Isabelle’s. And someone else’s, though he wasn’t sure who that might be. They were all probably still back at the campsite. It was the last day, and everyone was packing up for the ride back. Walt had always been the late sleeper of the group; they always had to poke him awake. That’s what it must be. But suddenly, a biting pain in his shoulder flared having pushed past the unnoticed adrenaline. A small grunt escaped Walt’s throat. Ah. Now I remember.

Slowly opening his eyes (Why do they feel so heavy?), he blinked up at nothing until forcing his eyes to focus. There was Isabelle and Tomas, with that guy who looks so familiar. They all seemed panic. Was that because of him? Walt tried to look down at the wound, but only received another fresh rush of needle sharp pain that ended his pursuit. He felt the wetness of it though, and knew that he had lost a lot of blood. He looked back at the three, and frowned. He had heard a fourth voice. Where was Aeryn? Turning his head, Walt found what he was looking for.

“Oh God,” he whispered.

“Aeryn,” he said loud enough for her to hear. His voice was hoarse, and he was slurring every word. That didn’t matter though. What mattered was that Aeryn was just lying there. Blinking through unexpected tears, Walt saw her chest moving. Relief mixed in with the concern and fear he was feeling.

“What’s wrong with her?” he asked as loudly as he could, which wasn’t very loud. Not waiting for them to answer, Walt tried to move towards her, and managed to prop up on the uninjured shoulder to get a better look at her. It was her leg wasn’t it? He remembered pointing out her leg earlier on, but Aeryn had just brushed it aside. Why hadn’t she listened to him and paid some attention to herself? The pain was becoming unbearable. He fell back onto the earth, hitting his shoulder in a bad way. He let out a small cry of pain, while trying to blink the tears out of his eyes.

“What’s wrong with her?!” Walt repeated, panicked. Why were they just standing there? “Help her, goddamn it!” he slurred, directing his attention to Gideon, who he finally recognized.

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Gideon thought that he had heard something, but he had brushed it aside. He couldn’t worry about anything else right now. There was too much at stake to be distracted. That was when he finally figured out what he was hearing. It was Walt. Gulping, he looked over at the male. He was trying to move. He shook his head. “Don’t. You’ll make it bleed out more. Lose anymore blood and you will die.” Again. He thought, but kept that note to himself. They had more important things to worry about. He wanted to force Walt back down, but he couldn’t do that to one of his friends. He was either going to listen or get hurt even more.

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Aeryn’s leg burned. She hadn’t felt anything like it before and to think it hadn’t hurt this bad before hand. Now she was having a hard time just thinking through the pain. She wanted to curse, but didn’t want the others to know that she did, so she held her tongue.

She turned her head and looked at Walt. She managed a weak smile at him. If he could pretend it wasn’t bad for everyone else, then she could at least do the same for him. Sweat was dripping down her face, but whatever the other male had done, the pain had lessoned except for the middle of her calf and down; it still burned as bad as before.

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Glancing back over at Walt, Gid wouldn’t have been able to hear the fact that the male had said something if he hadn’t been looking at him. Wishing that he could shift a little he cursed himself. He knew if he even tried that he would lose the shift completely and change back to the thirteen year old they all knew. At least this way he had some measure of safety.

But he definitely heard Walt the second time. He frowned knowing that he couldn’t do anything more right now. “Get started on him now.” He directed at Tomas. He didn’t want to do it to the other male himself, but he would if he had to. He sat back and tried to think about how he was going to do this. He was racking his brain on what he needed to do. There had to be some other trick that he had learned before. Something about things on a tree… or other types and a river bed, but he couldn’t make out the memories. He repressed his own gulp as he looked over at Walt who was looking at him with knowing eyes.

He knew. Oh shit. He just shook his head. Either to try and convince Walt that he was wrong or that he hadn’t seen from him what he thought he had.

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Once she was dropped in the water Ellen dove under, swimming as deep as she could. Fast, panicked heart beats caused her to surface sooner than normal. In her fear she dove back under. What was going on? Animals were attacking her friends. SHe had to help. But what could she do? Her shift was an otter. Otters were not good for fighting. As a human she might be a bit more effective, but for some reason that didn't seem to be the best idea at the moment. Worry and sour fear coursed through her like electricity through a wire. Her animal instincts took over, causing her to dive every time she surfaced for a while.

Finally she got a hold of herself. They need me. I can't cop out. She climbed out of the water and shook herself, spraying crystal-like droplets that reflected the moonlight. Using her enhanced senses she found the place where everyone else was. She took a peek at what everyone was doing. What she saw revealed that if she was worried before the sense paled before what she was experiencing now. Walt was on the ground and Aeryn was too. It looked bad. In fact, bad was not the right word for the situation, but there was no time to consider that now. Ellen had to act.

The person who was attending Aeryn, who looked awfully familiar, said tobacco would help Aeryn. Ellen thought for a moment, trying to recall what tobacco looked like. From what she could remember it was a plant with broad leaves. She went out to hunt for supplies. First she headed back to the river. There had to be willow trees there, and willow bark made into tea was a painkiller. When she found a willow tree she shifted and stripped the tree of some bark. She felt bad for doing so, but she valued her friends more than the tree. Next she searched for mint. Mint was an antiseptic and would be good to treat any open wound. When she found the dark-veined plant she took a bite of one of the leaves. Its bitterness and cooling sensation confirmed its identity. Now for tobacco. This was a plant Ellen usually avoided. A cousin of hers chewed tobacco (or at least did at one point) and she found it a repulsive habit. She didn't like it when people smoked, either. Still, it was nice to learn tobacco had some practical uses, at least in this crazy place. There. Some tobacco poked up from the ground. Ellen pulled up the whole plant, hoping it would be enough.

She stumbled her way back to the camp. Once there she handed the tobacco to the person tending Aeryn. Her eyes widened as she took a good look at him. Was that Gideon? Now was not the time to be wondering about things like that, though. She began chewing up her harvested mint into a paste. Once she had enough she gave some to maybe Gideon to put on Aeryn's wound. She would of done it herself but didn't know if it should be mixed with the tobacco a certain way. She turned to Walt and began to apply the mint to his wound. Hopefully the coolness of the plant would distract him from some of the pain. When she was done with that she asked, "Does anyone have something I can biol water in?"

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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 wasn’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.

“Darek,” Yes, that was his name. “Please go find the moss in either form. Otherwise you’re not going to see tomorrow with your claws in tact.” 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 wasn’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 wasn’t. This one he didn’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.

“Do what you can. We need something to boil water in. Everything else have Ellen get for you.” 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 Aeryn’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 wouldn’t kill them. Gid didn’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 couldn’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 wouldn’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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Gideon took a deep breath. He was still in his normal form that of a thirteen year old. He couldn’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 didn’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 didn’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 Aeryn’s leg. It didn’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. “Hey, can we get a little bit more moss?” 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 twin’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 couldn’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 wasn’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 didn’t know. She also didn’t like it. She didn’t like strangers to begin with and for another female to be there when Walt was in pain didn’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 Walt’s hand and the pressure lessoned and tightened every few seconds as she worked through her shock.

“Gideon…” 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 Aeryn’s hand still holding onto Walt’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.