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Even though they were almost near the city, a presence in the forest ticked the warg off.
Her companion turned around with a puzzled expression.

"Come on Selenya, this is no time for hunting some deer!" She tried to reason with her best friend, but the beast just ignored her. With a sigh, Night decided that helping the warg would be the best way to have things done quickly.

Enhancing her senses, the lady's pupils turned into sharp slits like a snake eye. Her sense of smell, hearing and vision increased severely.

With that, she and the warg turned back into the forest searching for their prey.

Kaoss had been exploring the abandoned house for a good while by now. He collapsed in a corner of the house's bedroom staring out the window across the room. What is the world I've woken up in? He thought. The shadows around him covering his body in complete darkness. He was practically a shadow himself.

"How did I know your name?" Sakarixilii echoed to Damon. "I don't know for sure, not yet. It depends on who gave you that name and why. But really, what's in that pocket? Nervous as you are, it's bound to be interesting.

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Bassam huffed, his dark amber eyes glowing with frustration as the spokes of his cart wheels got caught on another bush. "Ugh. These things are a pain," he sighed, leaning down to untangle the branches. The tip of his long, yellow-black tail flicked idly as he straightened. "Hm. Perhaps I can do something about that."

Lowering himself to the ground, the naga slithered beneath his cart on his back. He deftly swiped one taloned nail against his fangs, nodding when it came away with a pale silver liquid. This he tapped against a symbol on the wheel hubs, and in a moment, the spacing of the spokes grew wider. He grinned and slid out from under the cart, only to freeze when the pouch strapped on his chest trembled.

The dark skinned naga looked down, his brows knitting with worry. "What is it, Noora?" The tiny gray and gold mouse poked her head out, ears perked and squeaking urgently, the moon-shaped bell on her ear tinkling faintly. Immediately, Bassam's eyes narrowed and he sank into a defensive stance. He blinked and his slitted pupils widened, taking in the infrared version of the far areas around him.

"That's a warg. Definitely." Whipping around, he spat on his hand and slapped it onto another symbol, this time on the side of the cart. After a moment, it flickered and became dark green, patterned with shadows. Satisfied, The naga pulled on his own pine green cloak and slithered off toward the warg and the young woman. 'What could they be looking for?'

Damon raised an eyebrow at her response, unsure of what she meant. It was just the name his parents picked. He didn't trust this woman so he decided to try a half-truth to satisfy her, "Depends on your definition of interesting. Is a wallet that interesting to you?" His wallet was in fact in his pocket, along with a second small bag with various small jewels that he "found" inside a few higher class homes.

Sakarixilii laughed. "Terribly worried about pickpockets, are you? Life must be very hard if you're constantly this nervous." She tilted her head, her mouth smiling playfully but her eyes sharp and searching. "But you're not, usually. And your evasion has made me far more curious than usual."

He only got more nervous as the conversation went on. He was pretty sure that she didn't mean any harm, but something was starting to set him on edge, and he didn't like what usually followed after. He tried to calm himself down and figure out a way to lose the girl's attention. She followed him out here because of suspicious behavior, so running probably wouldn't be good. He just needed to satisfy her quickly and get out of there. But a half-truth wasn't gonna cut it, and he'd rather not have her know what really had him so anxious to skip town. Although the feeling he was getting was making him pretty anxious in general. He didn't have much other choice, he needed to go before he lost it.
"If you must know, I've got a few gems in my pocket, and would rather leave soon than get caught with them." He only hoped that she took it.

"A few gems? That's all?" Sakarixilii replied suspiciously. "Well, I mean, gems are nice and all, but you could get far more for something new like a plasma communicator." Her face shifted thoughtfully. "Those are overrated, but they do fetch a good price." She looked into his eyes searchingly. "If it makes you feel better, I'm not here to stop you. I just want to know what you're doing, what your motives are, and how that affects your future interactions." She sat crosslegged on the ground, smiling. "So, tell me the story. What's so special about those old rocks?"

Damon began to clench and unclinch his fists in an effort to keep calm. Whatever it was that had him in edge was close. He wasn't sure what it was, what it wanted, or if it even knew he was there, but he didn't like it. And the woman sitting down in front of him wasn't helping things. She might not want to cause him any trouble, but he figured the best way to get them both out of there was either answer her questions, or just grab her. And he wasn't one for kidnapping.
"Gems are easier to get, and easier to sell, especially if you don't grab the most valuable ones. Nothing special about it." He really hoped that was the last one, he began to feel his dormant magic kick, and he REALLY didn't want to let it out, especially near innocent, if overly curious, bystanders.

Sakarixilii raised an eyebrow, calm as ever. "That's not much of a story," she said. "And it certainly doesn't explain why you're so nervous. This isn't the first time you've stolen something, after all." She tilted her head. She was a little bit more perceptive than she was letting on, and she already had defensive magic at the ready. That's why she was sitting down. But she couldn't pinpoint the source, and that's what she wanted to find.

"It's not that its-" Damon tried to to explain it, "Something's coming, and it's driving me insane, I don't like being insane. It's like," Staving off the magic and explaining was harder than he thought, "It's like my instinct to survive is too good, if that makes sense." He really wanted to get out of there, he didn't even see what it was yet and he felt the magic really pushing for release, it was starting to scare him.