((Meh, I feel like joining... I'll join as a furre and a human if you don't mind (No, not Vlaardi this time)...))
Name: Fyroh Ilqe Rayviel/Gahn
Species: Wolf
Age: Looks late teens / young man, around 19ish
Gender: Male
Physical description: Greyish wolf. Speaks with an English countryside accent. Wears a white shirt, with a black waistcoat over it. Equipped with a viking sword, and metal round shield, somewhat small, yet movable. A strange tatoo is on his chest , and right forearm, though both are hidden by the shirt. No magical abilities.
Name: Olhal
Species: Human
Age: 17ish
Gender: Male
Physical description: Tall, sly human. Smooth, straight brown hair that covers one eye; yet he very rarely allows it to, and drapes it to the side. Also talks with an English accent, yet more refined than Fyrohs. Equipped with a battleaxe on his back, and two daggers at his belt. Also has a pistol visible in a holster. Rumoured to keep an uzi. Wears a red T shirt, with a black leather coat over it. Also wears black denim jeans. Has fire powers; a slight pyromaniac. However, still prefers cold weather over warm, and cannot stand spicy food.
Fyroh and Olhal were nearby; they had just set up camp. They didn't know where Vlaardi, Xor, or Olhalhs 'anonymous partner' was, but they were focusing on cooking the boar they had just killed, unaware of the fact that a mansion and furres were nearby. Currently, they were arguing about how to cook the boar. "No, no, no!! Do you really expect to cook with a tiny flame like that?!" Fyroh demanded. Olhal shrugged and threw more wood onto the campfire, then threw a few more flames onto the fire. "That enough, Your Majesty of Chefs?" Olhal asked sarcastically. "Much more. Its dark, we need to cook him quicker." Fyroh grunted. Olhal frowned, focused his energy and threw a fireball onto the fire, sending the flames roaring up. "No!!" Fyroh gasped. "Idiot! It'll burn!!" Olhal was getting increasingly annoyed.
Suddenly, they were interrupted by the screams of pain from Shinzui. Instantly, they knew something was wrong; Fyroh drew his sword and shield, Olhal pulled out his two daggers, and a flame tore through the blade from the handle; making them more deadly, and also acting as a lantern. They ran towards the source of the screams, Olhal leading the way... apparently forgetting about the meal he was cooking.