When Rivers Runs Red

[Fyroh Ilqe Gahn]

Fyroh nodded. "More than you'd believe. Around 7 years, I lost count, and even today, the times in which I have companionship are rare. Don't get all 'oh my gosh my life is the worst ive suffered far more than you i demand respect' on me, cus by now you should know that I hold no place of respect for those who feel sorry for themselves." he replied, with an air of lightheartedness, as though he didn't care about what he was saying. He turned to Artemisia and Sorain. He almost laughed. "I'm glad you look out for each other." he said, though that wasn't the first thought to occur to his mind. However, he dismissed it before any particular mindreader could stumble across it, whether accidently or on purpose.

[Dr. Strange]

"Yes, and I'm glad you take no pity. Tis the last we wish of anyone." She replies, gently placing Artemisia on her back and walking over to the river. "Red like blood, but smells like home...This has to be where I found you...Should be." She mumbles, setting artemas down and rinsing her face off with the water.

[Fyroh Ilqe Gahn]

Fyroh laughed. He pulled out a small handful of nuts; and a very small hammer from amongst his many varieties of knives; the mallet was only a cheap wooden one, but it had uses... He placed the nuts upon a rock, and began breaking them open with the mallet. "If anyone wants one, you can have one." he said to nobody in particular, and took a rather large one for himself.

[Dr. Strange]

"would you care to help me wash her? I can't exactly get her clothes off with these." Holds up paws, blushing slightly. "I can morph into any animal i wish but humans are beyond me."

[Fyroh Ilqe Gahn]

Fyroh turned, and laughed. "My human days are up, I'm furry for good now." he replied. "But I can try... my hands are pretty much human, only slightly different..." He strolled over, and helped to remove Artemisias outer garments.

[Dr. Strange]

"Thanks, I hate when this stuff happens. She should really cut back on the stuff she wears."

She grunted and opened her eyes slightly. She looks down at herself and struggled against Sorains' paws; squealing. "AHH!! WHERE ARE MY CLOTHES?!!!"

"My ears..." She groaned, placing her massive paws over them protectively, tail swatting unhappily.

[Fyroh Ilqe Gahn]

"We're just helping you out. If you'd rather stay dirty, I'd much prefer it. Servant duty has never been my thing." he retorted, and walked back over to his rock, and broke a few more nuts.

[Renaud Magicpaw]

Rosuto huredly looks away not wishing to see what was happening Fyroh it is not that I pity myself but that I intend to destroy anyone conected to that ........ incident.  I was trying to see if Olhal was involved in some way by saying that.  Humans are odd because their scent changes all the time the only way to tell if he was involved was to try and get him to say if he was.

[Dr. Strange]

"are you done yelling so I can help now?" She asks softly, moving her paws off her ears.

"What did you do weith my clothes?"

[Fyroh Ilqe Gahn]

Fyroh laughed softly. "By the way you saw that Olhal knew me, and don't lie, we greeted each other and spoke, I doubt he would have killed your family for their fur." he replied. "Use common logic. The chances of you finding the humans who did what they did to you and your family are minimal if you go around insulting people and acting all stuck up. Its even worse than picking random humans out of a hat. And by the way, if you actually did find those humans, the chances of you surviving to live to tell the tale are minimal. I don't underestimate your abilities; humans like them are always surrounded by others. They're either in their big businesses, or out hunting, with their colleagues. Trust me, I know." he explained.

[Dr. Strange]

"Plus, they normally never travel without artificial... protection? Yes. That's it." She blushes a little more and leaves artemas laying int the river. "Sorry about my language, i speak little of this and normally i talk in...thought?"

"I can bathe myself! Thank you."

[Fyroh Ilqe Gahn]

Fyroh nodded. "Yeah. Body armour and all that ****." he said, and cracked open more nuts. "So nobody even wants to take one?" he asked, slightly sad about it. "I haven't poisoned them, you know!"

[Dr. Strange]

She sneaks one off the rock and pops it in her mouth. "Mmm. Good. What are they?"

[Fyroh Ilqe Gahn]

"Just some nuts. Never learnt what people call them. But they're definately safe... I know that much." he replied. "I've eaten loads of these and been none the worse... Olhal, too, now I think of it. But it doesn't matter... just enjoy them."

Olhal himself had already found himself some trouble. Locked in combat with a small group of what appeared to be wolfish-dogs, he had no time to think of the others as he slashed one of their mouths as it jumped to bite him. He knew they were no match, but felt scared anyway. Ever since he'd first met Fyroh and Olhal and all sorts of other people, he'd rarely fought alone; more to their advantage than his. This was one of his first lone-combat experiences he'd had in ages... and it wasn't even a proper opponent. Finally finishing one off, the other two fled. He felt vulnerable now. Throughout that whole fight, he'd been unable to produce a fire to help him.

[Dr. Strange]

She looks around, suddenly worried. "Where's the other one? Olhal? Wasn't he with you Artemisia?"

"Yea but he went off somewhere and I think it'd be best to leave him be." She replied, snorting a little hurt.