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I look at the fort as she turns and watch the men guard the place. I could feel my body changing still. My organs were moving faster and my muscles were twitching as they became larger and stiffer. I turn to Lyra as she steps out and asks me if I was ready. I nod and walk away from the fort vs cause if I came out in that spot, it would look weird and they might be suspicious of it. I walk a couple of feet back and then turn around and walk the path, "Okay, follow me on my side in case they attack." I tell her as I walk the path to the fortress of what could be bandits or scavengers. As we walk in, I could feel all eyes on me and her. I keep my eyes off of them and keep walking. They look away and go back to what they were doing. A bright flash of metal struck my eye and I cock my head to the source and stare at the man holding a blade. I snarl and growl at him, making him step back and almost fall. Others catch him and the most of them walk into the tower that was connected to the fort. Others watched me and her as we make it to the other door. I lush it open and walk through. "There we go, our safe." I say to Lyra, but then an arrow shot at the ground. A declaration of war. I turned my head and saw the man holding his bow. "Too soon? Ah.. You should go and change back, this won't take long." I tell her and turn into a Lamia and lunge my body at him, pulling him down and snapping his neck. I was able to pull and move a large piece of wood and lock the door. I turn away and go farther away form the men and turn into a Centaur doing so. My pelt was brown and my skin was lale, my hair became long and auburn as my eyes turned blue. I picked up my lack and stepped into the woods, hiding myself in the trees.

Foxy's eyes were red as blood, then she tackled Vil, while she was covered in bandages

I kick off the She-Fox. "What the hell?! Why are you here?! Why are you not at the castle when we told you to go?!" I yell at her as I tune into a Dire and pin her down. I growl at her in rage. "I told you to go, you did not listen and now you can get yourself killed and it will be your own fault." I snarl at her, my ears pinned back and my tail twitched.

Vil could see that someone was controlling her

((I don't think Vil knows that yet))
Lyra stared at the scene, eyes wide. Lyra told her to change, but she couldn't, not so soon after she had just turned. The vixen from the castle suddenly leapt at Vil, mouth open teeth flashing. She whirled around, focusing on the fox for now. There wasn't anything she could do about the arrows. She pulled her lips back into a snarl. "You're just going to get yourself killed if you stay. I can kill you in an instant, so why don't you just leave before you get us all killed." Being in wolf form made her stronger, so she was sure that she could win a battle against an injured fox. "How did you even get here, anyway?" she started to ask, but an arrow struck the ground near her. She turned quickly, searching for the source. An archer from a tower had a longbow that was aimed at them. Well, so much for sneaking in. She took up an aggressive stance and growled at all the people. She turned to look for Vil, but she wasn't there. She probably ran further into the forest. Where was the fox?

Foxy climbed up the tower and attacked the archer

I snarl more and as I was so tempted to rip her throat, my conscious heavily weight over my soul. I get off of her and arrows shoot down. Lyra came to the scene, still a wolf, and threatened the She-Fox with her life. I let her go and she attacked the archer that shot at us. I start to walk deeper into the woods, trying not to over react about this. I could feel my vein pumping and my body getting hot in rage, I told her to stay and now that the fox is here and still heavily injured, I could only feel guilt that if she dies, it would somehow be my fault. I attack a tree, ripping it from the ground and throwing it a yard away from me. I was able to turn human, though it hurt because of the change being so soon, I took in the pain. My rage made it feel good. I put my clothes on and leave the corset off. I put the cape on as it had started to rain again. My eyes burned fiery red and my strength multiplied. I breath slowly, trying to get this rage out. I sit in front of a tree, hoping nobody would come by since I was in my true form. My light grey skin and white hair was blending in with the dead tree I sat against. I sigh and start to count. I felt a scorching pain in my neck and felt it, only to find a wolf spider crawl into my hand. I crush it and put my hand against the bite and started to use a spell to retract the venom from my neck. It was successful and I got back up, I was too tired to turn back into the red head, I covered my face with a thick scarf of red wool and kept my hands inside the cape. I walk back to where Lyra was, calm and finally at peace again. "Where is she?" my voice was still stern, but I was able to keep the accent that came with the red head. My face was covered, as was everything else, but I still felt naked I reach for my weapon and hold it, not allowing my hand to show or anything else.

((Yeah, no problem.))
Lyra bounced on her paws, not sure what to do. If she went off looking for the fox, Vil might be in danger. Not that you can fight anyway. If she went looking for Vil, the fox might get killed. Even though she had just witnessed her attack Vil, Lyra knew that everyone had their reasons for doing things. As Vil appeared through the trees, Lyra felt a wave of relief wash over her. Vil was covered from head to toe in a cloak, and Lyra wondered where she had got it from. At her voice, Lyra jumped. "I don't know, I think she's probably within the walls. I think she went after one of the archers." Lyra looked at Vil. She seemed strangely tired, a little more than she was earlier. "You okay?" she asked. When Vil drew her weapon, Lyra shrank back. "Um, I'm not going to hurt you, you know," she sat back on her haunches facing Vil, and glanced behind her at the walls, where the sounds of fighting could be heard. "Well, I guess we're not going to get any favors from them today,"

Thoughts of you've let them down. The kingdom is under attack and you've let them down. What a failure ran through her mind. She tossed her shaggy head, trying to get rid of them. She suddenly snapped it up, staring through the trees. What if Randle came back and saw her like this?

I look at Lyra, "No, I won't hurt you. I am getting tired, more than usual. I can't... Um... I can't turn back into the woman to saw minutes ago." I begin to walk the path to our destination, the wet mud had stained the tips of the cloak and my boots. It wasn't long until I almost passed out, I felt the spider bite and it had swollen up, "Dammit." I mumble, I hadn't gotten rid of all of he venom and there still was enough to take effect. I tried to keep my balance, I could see that the kingdom wasn't far, just a couple turns and I will be at the stables. My vision got hazy, like everything was shifting around uncontrolled. I started to think I was dying, my neck became numb, just like half of the bottom of my face. 'This venom is stronger than it should be...' I thought to myself as I was trying to stay conscious.

Foxy ran over to Vil

"Okay," Lyra said simply. She understood, because she couldn't transform that much either. Vil mumbled something that made Lyra look at her. "What?" Vil seemed wobbly on her feet. Lyra pricked up her ears, listening for danger. As Vil's head flopped over, Lyra caught her sword in her mouth and gently placed it on the ground. She stepped back and transformed again. She could do more to help in her human from. She shook Vil, the beginnings of a migrane happening. "Vil! Wake up!"

Foxy would limp over to Lyra on all four of her legs

It had finally happened, I fell over and almost passed out. "I...... I need the physician.... T-the castle isn't far.." I weakly said, my cloak had moved and revealed half of my face. I was too weak to care, that spider wasn't ordinary. It had to have been enchanted somehow, or maybe I didn't see it's markings clearly. It could have been a recluse and I didn't realize, the venom spread and took effect fast. I tried to get up, but my arms would collapse. My body had become paralyzed and I couldn't say anything else. My mumbles were over taken by the sound of the rain. 'Am I dying?' I thought, 'Could be possible... No, I won't let that happen.' My thoughts were fast and my entire body was tingling, I started to drift off, but had to try my best to stay awake. My powers were useless, and ineffective. I couldn't move at all and my milky white eyes were beginning to close. I couldn't fight it anymore, I passed out.
It was all black. I had awoken, but it wasn't in reality. "Hello? Can anyone hear me?" I said, foolish of course, no one could hear me. My voice was blurred out like I was in water. I knew that this spider bite was too close to my brain, and I could die quickly if my body got too weak. All of a sudden, a burning sensation started to arise on my neck. I pressed my hand against it, my hand burned a little. I looked down and saw a puddle of water, able to reflect my face. I saw it, my face was turning pale white, the whites of my eyes where turning red as my pupil and iris stayed a milky white. From where the bite took place, my veins were showing and dark, the bite itself was oozing and an irritated red. The water turned black, just like everything else and I laid my back on the ground. Everything was silent, I could still hear the outside and I couldn't do anything. The only thing I had left to do was wait until I die, or until I survive this God-awful Kryptonite.

Foxy started to shake Vil, she was really scared about Vil

Lyra's heart started beating faster as she heard the word physician. "I promise I'll get you there, but that's all," she said, gritting her teeth. She wished she hadn't transformed so soon, as she could have carried Vil on her back. She slowly picked her up, staggering under the weight. It had started to rain, making matters worse, and she walked through the underbrush, trying not to fall. A great grey mass appeared in her sights. It was the castle. She started running, quickly and carefully trying not to drop Vil.
"Hey! You over there! What are you doing!" A soldier that seemed twice as high as Lyra had appeared, and was running towards her. Gasping for breath, she managed to say, "Wait, she's been injured and needs a," she hesitated. Come on, say it, you freak. "a d-doctor." She looked up at the soldier, who was staring down at Vil. "Can't. We're under attack. Can't you see that?" He started to turn away, but Lyra pushed past him into the city. Running up and down the alleyways, she searched for someone that would help.

Foxy followed Lyra

Damn it! Caught like a fish in an iron fyke. Randle grabbed the rusty bars and gave them a rather fruitlessly yank, moving nothing more than the cage itself, that began rocking back and forth like a cradle from hell. How could this have happened?! The sleuth grumbled and let go of the bars, leaning back and resting his head against the flat, metal bars of his lockup.
A gibbet. That was what they called these things. A damned instrument of torture and public humiliation in which those Ember-goons left thugs to rot, or in this case, locked an innocent man. He sighed. Chances were that those Ember Kingdom huntsmen had lost their lives to the fangs and claws of the Dires, and that Xeilius rage towards Queen Haelga was misplaced. But as long as he was trapped in here and his companions didn't find a way into the city, he would embrace that fiery wrath of his and make the situation over at The Kingdom of Wood even worse. Time was their enemy, and no men, women or children would be spared if the Sage Dires succeeded into infiltrating the city. No one would be.

Dark clouds descended from the mountains, washing over the treetops like waves of cold and rain. A soft drizzle announced the second shower the Kingdoms were to deal with, and after a while it came. Droplets ran across his face and soaked his clothing in no time, accompanied by strong winds that even made the guardsmen on the walls shiver beneath their layers of leather and mail. Yet there was something about this downpour that Randle found incredibly unsettling. It wasn't real. He'd watched the skies from the beginning of the day, and no scents nor colors had indicated a storm. When the wind began howling louder and louder, the Husk pressed his knees against his chest and tried to concentrate. All breezes carried scents on them, like a letter full of local information for those who had animal-like senses. He recognized the smell of wet soil, ferns, grass.. rotting wood. The Husk closed his eyes. There was more. No one but a Wielder could summon rain, so if he were to catch his or her scent he could-..
Thunder. Randle lift his head and watched the silver bolts flash through the clouds. And along with the violent lightning, another scent filled his nose. Vil and Lyra, but apparently on the run, as the wind blew towards the castle and brought smells from down the road. Damn, what happened to 'em? He got hold of the bars again and sniffed. Venom.. oh Goddess.. His grayish muzzle touched the rusty metal, ignoring the bitter taste of the corrosion. Whatever had happened to them, they were to go back to Haelga and her lot as soon as possible. To hell with Xeilius then, no more diplomatic missions for them!
Fueled by distress and concern, Randle came up with a plan. A rather morbid one, but at this moment, anything would do. Making his gibbet rock back and forth again, the sleuth made it eventually crash against the wall, bending some bars slightly, until one of them exposed a terrible sharp shard that would even penetrate the thickest hide. Exactly what he needed. Without much hesitation, the Husk stabbed the heel pad of his left hand, grunting when the artificial pain hit him. And finally.. his blood began flowing.

Unholy lava, colored fiery red and as bright as Hellfire - which it was, but in liquid form -, melted through the bars and set the grass beneath the cage afire. Just a little more.. Randle focused and ignored the searing pain his hand, and kept on pushing until the cage had partially melted and formed a hole big enough for him to squeeze through.
Fearlessly, the escaped bloodhound jumped all the way down - it was way deeper than he'd imagined - and broke his fall by making a semi-suave roll in the mud. Covering his wound with it as he got up, Randle also winded some of the ripped sheets from his pockets, then glancing at the Ember Outpost one last time before he ventured back into the Woods. Xeilius had been given a chance, and now that he messed it up, they had more pressing matters to attend to. The Sage Dires were still out there, hungry and savage as ever. They had a Kingdom to save!

The small werewolf ran along the deserted streets, catching glimpses of scared children's faces through the window as she held the only friend she had ever had in her arms. Near the center of the city, growls of the wolves and screams of the citizens could be heard. She looked up at the rain, it soaking her clothes and bandages and blurring her vision. She suddenly found herself by the healer that Randle had taken Vil before. She didn't think they would let her in, but she didn't have any other ideas. What if they refuse? What if they don't remember us? What if... As thunder crashed around her, She raised her fist to the door and knocked. She could hear her heartbeat in her ears for a few agonizing seconds passed. Slow footsteps walked to the door, and Lyra could only assume they were looking through the keyhole. She heard the click of a key being inserted, and slowly, the door opened a crack. A hand motioned her in, and she assumed it was Fjoldr, not having gotten a good look at him earlier.

"Hey, um. Sorry for intruding, but uh, she just passed out," She looked down at Vil in her arms. "She was away for a while and when she came back, she seemed tired and weak, and she just kind of fell," Lyra broke off abruptly as she realized she was rambling. "Can you help?"

Arriving at the city gates, Randle could see nothing but devastation as far as the eye reached. Most of the walls around the massive wooden doors were torn down to piles of debris and dust, and the bodies of dozens of guardsmen were scattered around the battlefield. No Dires were among them. Not a single villain had been slain here.
His sheer concern brought another frown to his face. Goddess.. not one of the poor bastards here had been spared. He often wondered what the idea around the slaughtering was, but now, he realized that wasn't an ideal those savages pursued. They were bloodthirsty madmen, driven by pointless wrath, whose desire was to maul, break and slay every mortal in their path. It was a miracle the Beastmaster's themselves never put an axe in one another's skull. Randle sighed. Too bad they never did.

Lyra's scent was fresh here.. Ignoring the overruling smell of fresh blood and smoke, the sleuth crossed the town's square and walked up to Fjoldr's store, where the trail had ended. He stopped for a moment. So it was that bad, wasn't it? She couldn't just puke it out. It was more than a simple poison..
The soaked Husk crouched to reach the humble little doorway and gave the doorknob a tug. Locked tight. Randle glanced through the hazy windows and saw three colored silhouettes leaving the main room, probably on their way to the medic's chamber. Well, he wouldn't want to interrupt them, now would he? He took out a lockpick and placed the tiny iron shard in the lock, fiddling around with his knife and the 'pick until a loud click inviting him in.
Opening the door without causing too much of a creaking concert, his silver eyes looked around the store. All clients had returned to their homes after the Guards send out the announcement, but the dimly lit room was as stuffed as ever. Avoiding brittle bottles and expensive-looking wineglasses, he made his way to the surgeon's area, until..
Hell, did he smell Wolf Spider venom there..? He swallowed in apprehension. Damn, Vil got it bad...

Foxy was with them, she was crying for Vil to wake up.