When Rivers Runs Red

[Dr. Strange]

Hmm..He's not such a kid you know.
Go kill something already.
Not until you catch him and apoligize.
Screw yourself.
She fought with her conscious for a few seconds as she stared at the carcass.

[Renaud Magicpaw]

Rosuto turns around as if sudenly remembering something I would burn what ever is causing that stench because it also smells of sickness. Hope I warned them in time because I may not have the right stiff to cure anything frome a desise

[Dr. Strange]

See what I mean? You should apologise. He's useful.
Go away! I'm about ready to knock you out you worthless peice of Ghanlem.
Sorain grunted, walking slowly after the kid. "Look, I'm sorry ok?" Happy now?

[Renaud Magicpaw]

Turning around so he is looking at her Rosuto says It's okay I am most likely young compared to you but when it comes to how alone I have been I am closer to the wise than most my age. Then he thinks Judging by the look on here face I would say she has had it as rough as I have.  I bet she hates humans as well

[Dr. Strange]

"I smell.." She trailed off, pondering past the carrion taste in her mouth. Human. Ugh, what a waste of breath they are. Why did Gahlom decide to make them in the first place?
Because he needed to find something that could fight you back. Now stop thinking and bring the kid back.

[Renaud Magicpaw]

Walking back to the clearing and siting down in the same spot as before Rosuto finaly uncovers his mouth pulls a vial out of his coat (ooc he wears a trench coat) opens it and sniffs Thats beter now I don't smell that rotted flesh any more and I think that dragon is hesitant about something she hasn't moved since I left

[Dr. Strange]

Sorain looked at the kid and rolled her eyes, her claws lengthened unintentianally and she growled low in her throat. "Two legs." She thundered, making the ground shake.

[Renaud Magicpaw]

And that maters why?  I might walk on two legs but that dosn't mean I feal and kinship to humans  Rosuto snarls as he says this last word hinting about his past.  I hope she knows that in attacking me it will break some of the unwriten laws specificaly that you shall not attack healers

[Dr. Strange]

She shook her head roughly and dug her claws into the ground, trying to control her temper. "Not you. Two legs. Human." She thundered again, jerking her head angrily around.

[Renaud Magicpaw]

Humans are coming you say.  Heh heh heh heh heh guess I get to test the powder this will be fun at this point Rosuto puls a couple of smoke bombs out of his bag and leaps into the trees I would sugest finding some thing to cover your eyes snouts and mouths with because if you breath any of this in it will hurt.  The same is true if it comes into contact with any part of your body that is moist.

[Dr. Strange]

She nodded, tapping her forehead with a dull claw. "There. Now it won't." As she spoke a small bubble-like mass enveloped her Eyes, nose and mouth.

[Renaud Magicpaw]

You might want to cover that wound in your leg as well if this gets in there it will spread under your skin. Which would be very very bad because I might not be able to get it out.  I could make it stop hurting but not get it out.

[Dr. Strange]

She sighed and made a modifacation, taking some of the stuff around her eyes, she wrapped it around her leg, trailing her sharp ring claw along the middle of the wound.

[Fyroh Ilqe Gahn]

Fyroh blinked. "Whats happening?" he asked, getting to his feet.

Sure enough, a human did approach. Equipped with a two handed battleaxe, a sabre at his side, a knife inside his knee length leather coat, and thick, long murky brown hair (though that isn't exactly equipment). Currently, he was whistling while twirling his sabre. The sabre was on fire; and creating small circles of flame as he went, which vanished instantly after they went. He paused before reaching the area completely, still out of sight; and turned. "Artemas?... You there?" he called back, revealing himself to the furres by his voice.

Fyroh paused. "Isn't that?..."

[Dr. Strange]

Sorain's ears went back. Still growling low, she scooted closer, ready to slit his throat. "WHO GOES!"

A teenage human about six foot three with long, dark brown hair and wearing all black waltzed in; humming something Sorain recognised. "You rang?" Artemisia asked, smiling radiantly.