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(Monkeys can't use human speech...)

 

 

The mare grunted when his arms coiled around her snout. However, as his legs clamped together around her neck, she tilted her muzzle closer to her neck to squeeze his body between her jaws and her throat. Then, bringing up her forelegs, she pinned her knees around his sides to peel him off. The thwack of the staff surprised her, but did hardly any harm- after all, that part of her legs were almost purely bone, and therefore sturdy and hard. Flinging her muzzle to the side, she neighed as he let go of her mouth and snapped after his retreating tail. His silly monkey body didn't have the strength to fell a grown horse; equines were much hardier than he apparently gave them credit for. His staff would break before it caused her to stumble.

She was still on her hind legs, although his attack did sting. The moment she fell back to the ground, she was surprised to find that he had wrapped himself around her legs in attempt to hold, or trip her. She snorted with incredulity, but with her powerful legs kicked a hind hoof fiercely at his stomach. That would show him that messing with a six-foot, fourteen hundred pound beast would be a very, very bad idea.

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William was about to fall asleep when the commotion aroused his attention. He took the stake in his mouth and carefuly climbed the hill behind his hole, only to see the mare-lady from earlier brawling with what looked like a wriggling mass with a long tail. He cocked his head to the side, dropping the stake on the grass. Being quite a distance away, he wondered if fire would be able to distract them. Rolling two small pebbles to his snout area, William picked them up and smacked them together to make sparks before setting a branch nearby on fire. He then took the flaming branch and lit the grass nearby, hoping they knew what mattered more- their face or the flames about to engulf the place.

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Ronan Hear the crackling of flames as he saw the field start to take flame. Oh no, the other animals. I got to stop this. He released the woman horse, his tail snatched his staff quickly as he ran to the edge where the fire was. With his staff, he began to swing his staff to -ATTEMPT- to blow back the flames to protect the other horses from the coming fire. He was more concerned for keeping others alive than he was for a stupid fight. He screeched loud as he kept swinging his staff to blow the fire away from around the mares and the woman aswell. He kept having to step back if the flames got too close. When he stopped he shifted back into his human form, his screeching changed to yelling which stopped after his body returned to his tan skinned form. The flames of the field illuminated the outlining of his very muscular body and what little armor he wore. "Whoever caused this will pay, for they do not care for the animals of this land nor the people who dwell therein. They shall pay for endangering the lives of others." He shouted this as a promise incase the person who caused the flame was still around. This would be proof to the woman horse that he has a heart.

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William looked at the torch in his paw, feeling hesitant. He liked fire and the warm feeling it gave off. He made a face at the monkey-human and his strange, out of the world theory and placed the torch in his mouth. At least this would keep him warm in the night. The fire continued to spread and the warm feeling made him happy. He dragged his four lazy feet away from the area, not wanting to say a word lest he were to set another fire. The Komodo Dragon slowly made his way down the hill, waiting for the others to put out his fire.

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((You can barely dig a hole with a stick, let alone a circular trench. D'you know how fast grass-fires move, Torch? Just... urgh. I doubt a monkey could dig a trench like that.))

 

The wind suddenly changed, making the camp-fire dance and sway before her. Stripe sat on a log, wincing as one of the clan stitched up her bite. She gripped the stick in her hands tightly, her eyes closed and jaw clenched. Finally, it was finished. The woman told her she could get up, but not to move around too much. The shifter thanked her quietly and walked away from the firelight, aiming for a nearby pool of water. The mud on her skin was dry and itchy; Stripe scratched at it as she walked. Smoke stung her nostrils and she frowned. The camp-fire was behind her and downwind; what other fire could there be?

 

Her concern increased as she began to jog. Her stitches tugged and burned, but she ignored them. The acrid smell was getting stronger and Stripe could hear birds screeching in fear. Monkey chattered above her, leaping through the trees, away from the fire. After what seemed like moments - though it was actually a fair while - the tigress halted at the edge of the trees. A raging grass-fire was growing in strength and the horses on the plains were panicking. The shifter's heart beat madly; what had caused this fire? There was something on the hill; Stripe squinted through the darkness to see the lizard carrying a burning stick. She almost snarled; it was the Komodo that had attacked her. It was now setting the plains alight and walking away! Due to the wind change, the fire was racing toward the jungle where she was.

 

Stripe let out a terrified whine and briefly glanced at the pair in the fire's path. There was a monkey - no, a man - and a familiar-looking horse. With a sinking heart she realised the attack was on two shifters. The tiger paced, racking her brains for a solution; nothing this bad had ever happened when she was around to see it. How could one fight a fire like this? The flames ate away the dry grass with a ferocious appetite, and was looking to devour more than just the pasture. Stripe frowned and bit her lip, not really noticing the warm liquid rolling down her back as a result of burst stitches.

 

Making up her mind, she let out a yell and waved her arms to attract the horse's attention. Hopefully, the mare would take the hint and gallop over to her to escape the flames. Afterward, whether the horse shifter followed or not, she would run back to the clan and tell them of the danger. They should have already noticed the smoke, but Stripe couldn't be certain.

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William lit his bonfire in front of his hole, leaving the others to get burned to crisps or get help. He was selfish, yes, but it was better than letting two shifters kill each other like nobody's business. Shifting back, he rubbed his hands together and raised them over the fire. The Komodo Dragon-man looked up to see the tigress from earlier scowl at him before moving to help the mare-lady. So it was his fault that he didn't want two innocent people to die? He made a face at the girl, illuminating his face and casting a larger-than-life shadow onto the hill. This would be fun.

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Avery gasped for air, her lungs not as big as the cougars and taking longer for her breathing to return to normal. "There was something out there... maybe I'm just a bit sensitive tonight, but it didn't seem like a shifter. It ran off, but the smell was unusual. I think I overreacted" she said, trying to make it seem like it was nothing, but she couldn't shake the feeling of icy eyes watching her, ready to pounce at the sight of weakness. Being so high on the food chain, she usually didn't feel this kind of fear. That must be what its like to be prey, she thought, a shiver racing down her spine. "Thanks...." she said awkwardly, beginning to walk to the opening of the cave, as if she could find out what it was from looking down at the forest. Scanning the area, she saw a lick of orange and red, giving off an ominous glow. Her heart skipped a beat as she watched it, nearly forgetting how to talk. "Theres a fire out there. I believe its in the field where the horse shifter lives. She though she could see some horses down there, but it was probably a trick of the light. Avery wished she had the eyes of a cougar, so she could really see what was going on. She knew she was in no danger up here, since there wasn't much foliage and there was just mostly rocks around here.

 

She turned away and sat down by the fire she set up in the cave, and threw a log and a couple of branches on it. She couldn't let the fire die, it would be way to hard to restart it. Avery layed down and shut her eyes,ready to fall asleep. "Good night Hale"

Edited by Crystalwing

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(Yeah.... No. by the time he would have been able to dig just a hole deep enough to thwart the fire, he'd be burnt to a crisp. It is not logical, or possible, for a monkey to dig a deep enough, circular trench, around a giant herd of horses. )

 

The flare and hiss of a fire startled the black mare, but she did not panic like the other horses. Those from the herd screamed and bucked, and within seconds thundered away from the growing flames. Roko didn't even notice that the monkey-man had left her, as he was of no concern to her now. Her eyes fixated sternly on the intensifying light, and widened slightly when she noticed a short figure weaving through the grasses with a torch in his maw. An infuriated whinny rose above the crackle of the inferno as she plunged forwards, kicking out her heels and stomping angrily over the burning grass. But, instead of racing after the komodo dragon, the black mare snorted and dove into the flames.

Heat blazed on all sides of her and rose fear in her throat, but Roko would not let it control her senses. Instead, the black horse pounded her hooves into the fire to snuff it out and flung out clumps of dirt with her hind feet to suffocate the flames. Although her attempts did kill off some of the embers, it seemed that double the amount came back and roared around her. It wasn't long until the entire area she was in was engulfed in fire and dark smoke filled her lungs. She coughed and spun around, but the smoke and heat stung her eyes and charred her soot-covered pelt. It wasn't long until she felt dizzy from the lack of air, but Roo's determination barreled through- with a loud scream, the mare launched herself through the flames before landing on a patch of regular grass. The moment her hooves touched the soon-to-be scorched earth, the mare took off at a gallop, flinging her head to rid her blurred sight of the ashes.

The other horses were racing away as well, but one had been cornered against a thick row of trees. Roko's ears swung towards the young colt's frightened whinnies, and without hesitation she veered away from the retreating herd. Her harsh nickers were only slightly louder than the snarl of the fire, but the colt still reared up in surprise as she leapt through the flickering light and rammed her muzzle into his shoulder. He protested and dug his hooves into the soil, but the mare's hard pushes eventually coaxed him into a bursting gallop. Together, they barely cleared the small space of earth left before the fire enveloped it seconds later.

The colt didn't need encouragement to run after the other horses that had gathered at the very far end of the plains. Roko, however, noticed something moving out of the corner of her eye and slowed to a canter to investigate. It was the tiger-shifter from before, only this time she was back in the first form Roko had seen her in. Without pausing, the mare's speed increased to a hard, lung-aching sprint, her long legs churning the ground beneath her body at a break-neck speed. She approached Stripe quickly and unwavering, despite the heat and light that bore down behind her. She kept her eyes on the other woman as she drew nearer, but there was no sign that the mare was about to slow down. Instead, as she was within feet of the tiger-shifter, Roko's head lowered sharply and she aimed herself directly at the woman's body.

The next moment happened so fast, Roko wasn't sure if she had succeeded at all. She lunged for Stripe and swung her muzzle around to catch the woman on the curve of her muscular neck and braced her shoulders for her weight. Hopefully, if Stripe didn't move out of the way, Roko's speedy momentum and movements would sling the tigress-woman onto her back.

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(edited my last post.)

 

Seeing his attempt to blow the fire back with fast swings of his staff, he tried to herd the horses back. Keep them away from the fire so they wouldn't get hurt. "Back! Stay back! Go that way!" He shouted trying to get them to run away from the burning field. He turned around, his blue eyes staring into the hot flames. Through the smoke he saw the figure of a horse. He widdened his eyes as he saw it was the woman shifter. I have to help her. He ran towards the flames, and jump over to get closer to the shifter. His feet getting a little warm by the heat of the flames. He tried to help her stomp out the fires.

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"Goodnight, Avery." Hale said, watching her for a moment before settling down near the entrance of the cave. He normally slept in the back but, after Avery's strange return, he was too antsy to sit in the back. Sharp eyes were locked on the forest, scanning everything, but his human eyes saw little through the darkness. He could smell the smoke in the air, though, and it burned his nose. He hated the smell of smoke. The looked up at the sky, able to just make out the smoke against the moon. It was moving toward them, which means the fire was moving this way. He wasn't concerned, though, they were too high up for any forest fire to reach but the smoke would be a problem, if it became too thick.

 

No, his biggest concern was that the fire would push anyone who was out there toward them. He was opposed to people but Avery's was about the only company he could handle. The thought of having a dozen more roommates made him want to vomit. The chances of them discovering him and Avery in their cave was small but it still bothered him.

 

Another reason he sat the entrance. He'd seen some of the other shifters but he'd never spoken to them. If they were dangerous, he wanted to be the first one they reached, not Avery. He sniffed the air again. Smoke but, for now, it didn't seem any worse. So, he waited, shifting to get a better look at the main path.

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((Thank you.))

 

She watched as the mare tried unsuccessfully to stomp out the grass-fire; the shifter's jaw almost dropped at the bravery and stupidity of it. Her heart pounded and fear made her tremble. Adrenalin rushed through her veins, but she continued waving her arms to catch the mare's attention. Stripe saw that the mare had slowed and frantically wondered why. Then she noticed the horse was looking her way; had she seen her? Yes, she had, for she was now galloping toward her at full speed.

 

The shifter frowned, arms dropping to her sides; the mare showed no sign of stopping. Panic and fear froze her muscles as the horse lowered her head suddenly and seemed to aim directly for her. Stripe felt the impact and didn't make a sound, but her eyes were wide-open and she saw what the horse tried to do. The movement had forced the shifter onto the horse's back. Stripe, with her feline agility, managed to get a secure grip on the galloping mare's mane and swing her other leg over the horse's broad back. The speed and bumpy movement shook Stripe around, but she clung to the mare, lying low on her back to avoid trees.

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Ronan looked up and saw the woman horse had charged at something. Oh sure, just leave me behind to deal with this. He ran as fast as he could to catch up and get out of the fire. He hoped that the horses of the plains were safe and unharmed. When he got near the trees, he used his staff to jump high in the air as he shifted into his monkey form. He swung from branch to branch, quickly catching up to the running mare and whatever it was that he saw on her back. He made all kinds of monkey noises as he followed them.

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From her peripheral, she thought she saw another figure chasing after her, but it quickly slipped her mind as the weight of the woman shifter slammed into her shoulder and the sharp tug on her mane ached at her neck. The mare gave a grunt of effort, but simply coughed and continued to thunder through the trees. Although smoke still stung her eyes and burned her lungs, the sweat-slicked equine raced like hell through the forest. She didn't really know where she was going, only that the tiger-woman on her back had come from that direction. Hopefully, if Roko's assumption was correct, there would be others like Stripe that would be willing to help.

Even though the dense, charred smell in her nostrils, the scent of the woman on her back was soon to clog her nose. The horse snorted with surprise as something familiar tricked into her mind, but the urgency of the situation prevented her from completely analyzing it. Instead, all thought of that of panic and the need to protect her herd were temporarily erased from her head as her body shot like a dark arrow between the tree trunks.

Foam gathered at the edges of the mare's maw and sweat rolled like water from her shoulders and belly. Not only had the heat sucked fluid and energy from her limbs, but the fire had burned away layers of flesh around her long legs and the underside of her stomach. Part of her left hind quarter was also charred, and the tigress-woman's leg rubbed uncomfortably on the spot. Roko winced slightly, but braced the pain, knowing that her adoptive family was in grave danger of losing their lands. And all because some stupid monkey-boy wouldn't leave when told. Anger seemed to spark in the horse again and rejuvenate her dwindling energy- with a short burst of speed, she sprang through the last of the vegetation before suddenly leaping into a clearing filled with people and animals. The sight of the campfire immediately lodged in the mare's mind, and she neighed loudly in alarm and dug her hooves into the earth before propelling herself backwards in a small half-rear. Then, as her mind caught up to speed again, Roko slowed and eventually calmed, despite her tensed and anxious movements. Harsh, lung-rattling coughs seized the mare and she trembled from the fierce physical exertion, and her forelegs quivered as they threatened to crumple and send the mares to her knees.

Edited by Shiny Hazard Sign

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Coupled with the wind rushing past her ears and the thundering of the mare's hooves, the shifter knew nothing of the monkey chasing after them. The smoke stung her eyes, as well as the wind, and forced small tears to stream out the corner of her eyes. Her legs slipped on the mare's sides, but Stripe just clung on tighter. Her eyes were squeezed shut now and she had no idea where they were headed. Opening her eyes a tiny fraction, the woman pulled herself to something resembling a sitting position and found it was much easier to hang on. The mare's gait lifted her rear off the broad back and let it drop painfully back down.

 

That was the least of their problems, however, because of the fire crackling through the jungle. It would move slower than the grass fire, but it would still be fast. Suddenly, they burst through a line of vegetation and into a clearing. The mare slammed on the metaphorical brakes and skidded to a halt. Stripe ended up sitting on her neck for a moment, then she was sliding back down. The alarmed neigh rang in her ears and the sudden stop left her dazed. The shifter realised the mare's front hooves had left the ground and she was staggering backwards. Stripe wrapped her arms around the mare's neck and clung on with her legs as she waited for the mare to stop moving. Eventually she stopped, and Stripe slid off and hit the jungle floor with a thud that sent a splinter of pain through her back. Rattling coughs filled the stunned silence and Stripe reopened her eyes to see the equine shifter coughing harshly. A quick sweep of her eyes assessed the horse's injuries and noticed the tremble in her legs. Stripe stood woodenly and looked around for Carnarl.

 

He was standing close by, with his little mate half-hiding behind him.

"Water," the tiger shifter requested hoarsely.

An adolescent ran off with a metal basin - that they had found in the previously inhabited area - to get water from the nearby creek. Stripe put a reassuring hand on the mare and murmured her thanks. Quiet though it was, it was warm with gratitude.

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Wheezing breaths filled Roko's lungs as she scrambled to get a hold of fresh air, and for a moment she staggered with the effort to breathe. Then, slowly, cold wind swelled in her chest and the coughing fits gradually subsided, although her body was still weak from the incredible run and the attack of the flames. Speaking of which, her acute hearing picked up the soft crackle of the flames some ways behind them, and alarm jerked her dark skull upwards. The burns, however, stung with her movement and the horse collapsed forwards until she was supporting herself solely on her front knees. She felt something touch her flank- and part of her was grateful that it wasn't on one of her burns- and was barely able to tilt her muzzle to the side to peer at Stripe through blurred, watery eyes. An ear rose from her black mane and swiveled forwards to listen, but then suddenly she noticed the man standing a little ways away with a smaller woman behind him.

She knew him. The mare blinked, but then winced again; without warning, the mare's body began to shrink and lose its ebony color until the barely clothed human female was laying belly-down on the earth, the raw and bleeding skin around her wrists, ankles, and stomach screaming in pain. Her face pinched with agony and her teeth bared, but she was able to glance up at Carnarl and heft herself shakily onto her hands. "Th-the fire," Roko gasped, her long hair flowing down her shoulders and curtaining around her bare figure. There was an angry, red patch on the side of the woman's cheek, but the minute pain that she felt was nothing compared to the deep wounds around her hands. A spasm of pain rocketed through her spine, but she was able to steady herself long enough to add with a rasp, "Horses, in danger, fire coming...quickly."

Her mind demanded that she stand and return to her equine friends. Grunting and clenching her jaw, Roko pushed herself onto her knees and attempted to stand, only to tremble from the depleted energy and crumple back onto the floor. A frustrated growl rose in her throat as she tried again, only this time she was barely able to return to her knees. She had to make sure the horses were alright... the plains were their home land, they wouldn't know how to survive in woods or in rocky terrain. They'd be killed sooner than they could adapt.

Roko's tightened fist slammed into the ground in rage, but she could do nothing beyond the limits of her exhausted body.

 

(I was thinking that since Carnarl is the leader, he'd be one of the few shifters that ever came into contact with Roko in her life time, if that's alright.)

Edited by Shiny Hazard Sign

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((Of course it's alright. c:))

 

The mare fell to her knees after struggling to remain upright and Stripe stumbled backward. Although it felt selfish, she didn't want to large horse to fall on her. She could see the shifter was in intense pain and had no idea what to do; she'd already sent for water, which should have been making its way back to the clearing. Then, without any warning at all, the mare began to shrink and change. Stripe winced in sympathy as the angry, red burns showed themselves proudly. She wasn't sure what to do to help, but she crouched down next to the woman and examined the burns.

 

Then the woman spoke; it took Stripe a moment to realise it was to Carnarl. The leader crouched down in front of the woman, frowning.

"I'll do what I can to help your herd," he told her calmly.

Beneath his façade, the tiger knew his mind was racing with ideas to help the clan and the horses. He turned to the side and beckoned a few of the shifters forward. Stripe easily recognised them; an osprey, a pair of gazelles and a canine. Carnarl spoke quietly and quickly to them all and they quickly departed. The adolescent with the water was suddenly be her side, with the addition of strips of cloth in the liquid. One of the more medical-orientated shifters ushered the tigress out of the way and took over the caring of the horse shifter.

 

It was the woman who had stitched Stripe's neck, so she quickly moved out of the way. She moved around to the other side of the injured woman, watching avidly.

Close to them, Carnarl was ordering the rest of the clan around. "Pack that up, leave those, get them out of here" reached the tiger's ears. She glanced at him and saw he was frowning, worrying that they'd not manage to get out in time. Some shifters had already left, running for the lake and leaving the rest of the clan to salvage what they could. Stripe frowned and an odd sound reached her ears; through the crackling of the fire and the screeches of terrified animals, she could hear the whoosh of blades chopping up the air. Her heart pounded and she turned terrified eyes toward the sky. A metal beast had come to investigate.

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William's acute hearing caught the sound of the metal beast, and he innerly growled. This got serious. He salvaged a cup from his odd collection of objects and scooped up some swamp water, running up to put out his fire. He needed much more than that but it was enough. The torch was still in his human mouth, and he growled at the beast above them. He knew that he could ground it if he threw the torch upwards-something that he had learnt from experience. He placed the whole stick inside his mouth and spat, shooting the stick upwards towards the beast-creature above them.

 

((It's gonna miss anyway. You could make it hit though.))

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Relief softened at her muscles as cool liquid seeped into the blazing pain around her wrists and ankles. She blinked up and made out a figure hovering over her, and at the same time more cold-things were wound around her affected areas. In the blur of activity around her, Roko could hear voices and the shuffling of feet and materials. Frowning, the woman rubbed at her eyes and focused on the bustle. They were gathering equipment and getting ready to move- the fire was getting closer, she could just feel it. However, among the commotion, something much more terrifying and deadly than the forest fire jolted Roo to her senses.

Overhead, the whirl of a demon stroked the wind, and the dark-haired woman pushed herself roughly to her feet. Ignoring the medic beside her, Roko staggered over to Stripe and snatched up her arm. "Get going," she demanded sharply, trying not to flinch as the words throbbed at the back of her raw throat. Turning to the young boy who had carried the water, Roko placed her hands on his shoulders and steered him after the others. Like a stallion, she was there to protect, despite having her own problems with other shifters.

Above the thick layer of smoke that had permeated the heavens, a flash of orange snapped Roko's dark eyes upwards. Something was above the clouds and gleamed from the firelight that was quickly closing in from the directions of the plains- worry surfaced in her strong face again at the thought of the horses, but hope combated the fear as she willed the equines to reach the river safely. This beast, however, would present more of a problem to all of them than the fire would.

Deciding she wasn't about to wait for the tiger-shifter's answer, Roko plunged into the shadows along the tree line and yanked on Stripe's arm to get her to follow- not that Roko was going to let go anyways, the pain had numbed her palms and she was obvious to the amount of pressure that she squeezed around the other woman's forcep. Even if she was still having a hell of a time just to remain standing, the overwhelming need to see everyone to safety had pushed her into overdrive and sped her along on pure determination.

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Ronan flipped through the air and landed on a branch on the edge of the clearing. He hear all that was said from the horse shifter and from the leader man. He made noises at the leader to get his attention before he shifted. His fur replaced with tanned, muscular skin. He was having trouble balancing since his tail was gone and his staff dropped to the ground. If he was successful in getting the man's attention he had to warn him. "You send your men to save the horses of the now burning plains, but they will not find them there. I did my best to help her," He pointed at the horse shifter woman," and to help save the lives of her kind back there. Though I do not believe she'd give thanks for the help." He dropped out of the tree, landing on the ground a little hard. He picked up his staff cause his legs were growing weaker from exhaustion. "If I may suggest, you should gather water to put out the flames that have probably covered the field by now. I would gladly help more in this matter, but I fear my legs will carry me no longer." He turned to the woman that was tending to the horse shifter. "If you'd allow, I'd like to help cleanse her wounds. It's the very least I could do." His heart knew only the strength to help others. And from this strength he desired to help heal the wounds of the woman whom he had fought in the plains only a time ago. Though it seemed to him she would not give gratitude for his help.

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Hovering over the inferno, the helicopter and the people inside had no idea the fear they were causing. They noticed a burning stick seemed to be flung toward them, but with a slight lift, it missed. The vehicle circled around the area it had come from and seemed to spot the man standing in an unburned portion of the plains. It flew closer to him, then turned on the spot and whirred away, following the path of the flames.

 

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Someone grabbed onto her arm and distracted Stripe. She snapped her head down sharply and stared at the woman holding onto her forearm. It was the equine shifter, issuing yet another command to the tiger, even though her burns must have been intensely painful. Stripe hesitated, watching as the woman pushed the boy toward the lake. Something gleamed above them and Stripe directed her gaze to the skies once more; something whirred above them, an equal in fear factor the the impending doom of the fire.

 

Once more, her arm was grabbed and she was painfully pulled into the trees. The grip on her arm was tight, but fear overrode pain and she ran for her life. They sped through the trees, the shorter Stripe keeping up with the taller equine shifter, but still gasping for breath. It was terror rather than effort that tore the air from her lungs and forced her legs to move. Fear-sweat streamed into her eyes and impeded her vision; she quickly blinked it away, scanning the ground ahead of them for roots and concealed dangers.

 

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Back at the clearing, Carnarl had turned his gaze to the newcomer. He briefly wondered who he was, before muttering an inventive curse.

"Get yourself to safety," he ordered. "There is no way to stop the fire now. Do not worry about the health of others, that is my duty, not yours. Leave, now."

A blur of movement alerted him that the woman - Roko, he remembered - had grabbed Stripe and was running for the tree-line. With a speedy glance around the clearing, he began to make his own escape from the fire and the helicopter. His mate had already been dragged away, sobbing in fear and unable to move from the terror.

Edited by WonderBubbles

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William snarled fearlessly when the metal beast neared him, but it left as soon as it had come. He took a long rubber pipe from his hole and rolled it out, using a crank to feed water into it and out towards the plains. One of his homemade inventions, it should spray some water to douse the flames but it wasn't foolproof. He watched the pippe gurgle before exploding, spraying a rush of water all over the hill and drenching everyone. William groaned and shook himself dry- he'd had to work on it.

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Ronan wondered why people were running to the trees, that is, until he looked up. He caught sight of the strange device in the air and his legs found the strength to run again, in fear. He hooked his staff to it's holster on his back and ran into the woods following the others. Getting tired.....must run.......... He strived to keep running or be left behind. His body ached and was drenches in sweat from all the running. The more everyone ran the harder the push to keep going had to be.

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William shifted and grabbed the monkey tightly by the arm. "Move or get killed," his eyes said as he began pulling the monkey towards his hole. If the monkey didn't want to get killed by the fire, he was to obey William. Of course, if he could still run. The spray of water looked like rain, and the weather had turned cold from the sudden water. He slowly nudged the man as he moved, sniffing his way to his familiar swamp-lake.

Edited by dracoon

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Avery was just about to dose of when she heard the loud whirring and wind. Fighting off the natural instinct to scream, she flipped up and grabbed her bow and arrow, loading a shaft and pulling it back as far as it would go. Aiming a couple of yards in front of the slick black helicopter, she let it go, hoping she made the shot. So many horrible memories were flying through her mind, she thought she might even cry, which was completely against her nature. Avery hated to cry.

 

"Hale, we have to help them! They'll die if they're found". She said, her voice trembling. Less shifters meant less competition, but whatever way they would die if they were found by the white coats would be too horrible. She wanted to fire more arrows, but she couldn't waste anymore. Her common sense ruled over her terror, telling her not to shift when she wanted to shift the most. It would only make her more noticeable. "Hale, we need to get to the back of the cave and blow out the fire. They will find us if we stay at the cave edge any longer." The helicopter was chasing the shifters in the field, but they could easily turn back at any moment. She tried to calm down. They'll make it to the trees before the helicopter could catch up. Avery crossed her fingers, but then returned her attention to Hale. "Come'on!" Annoyed, she grabbed him and pulled him to the back of the cave.

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Ronan felt his arm grabbed as he was yanked in another direction. But he didn't argue, he just kept forcing himself to run. The man said if he wanted to live he'd do as he says and move. He listened and followed till they came to a hole. Once they reached the hole he dropped against the side wall inside the hole. He was exhausted and couldn't move anymore. "I.....I can't.......can't take, another step." He was panting like crazy, he hasn't been able to sleep yet or get a drink of water, leaving no energy to move deeper into the hole.

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