[i] - Little Feather & Lion - [/i]

Lion purred happily as Drow ruffled his thick pelt, he didn’t mind so much his blue eyes followed Little Feather as she finally rose from her bed and decided it was time to start the day. Little Feather watched Drow for her reaction to her question rather than waiting for the other girl to vocally answer her. She smiled back at Drow as she nodded her head eagerly, she was glad that her roommate seemed excited by the idea of exploring with them...and she may have come up with an idea on how they could communicate to one another. 

As she turned round to collect her clothes she noticed Drow release Lion and run from her room, she cast a glance over her shoulder at Lion who yawned and dragged his large mass off of her bed. [i]When you say explore...do you mean use me as a form of travel by any chance?[/i] He grumbled at the Lakota as he walked over to her, and rubbed his head affectionately against her arm. “Of course I do” She grinned at him, scratching his head as she heard the shower switch on. “You love it” She teased him shooing him away from her as she disappeared behind her wardrobe door and out of sight, it took her a few seconds to get changed. She opted for a simple cropped top with intricate quillwork across it and a tassel edged skirt that fell to the middle of her thighs with added material either side of her legs so she could move without restriction and avoid looking too risqué. Lion had moved out into the hallway and was stood in the open doorway, breathing in the fresh scents the late morning had to offer. He jumped ever so slightly as Drow lightly fell onto his back and started giggling; the large beast turned his head to nuzzle the young girls face. “Hey! What is that your rubbing into my fur?” He asked her shaking out his mane as he waited for Little Feather to come back out of the bathroom. 

Once Drow had left the bathroom the young Lakota had quickly nipped in there to sort out her face, she washed away the blood and dirt that she had streaked cross her face before applying her face paint with the organic based paint she had in her medicine horn. She had attached her tomahawk and hunting knife to her belt today, deciding it was best to keep them near if they were going to exploring. She bounced back out of the bathroom coming to stand beside Lion and Drow, she reached over and tapped the blonde girl to grab her attention. “Do you understand sign language?” She asked using her voice and her hands to portray her message to the other girl, she was really hoping she did. It would be a much easier way for them to communicate...well unless Drow knew how to talk like an animal. Lion’s ears pricked as he looked over at Little Feather [i]Good thinking Cub[/i] He purred at his charge, before turning his gaze to Drow. “If you don’t Little Feather can teach you whilst we explore” He grinned at her as Little Feather hopped up onto Lion’s back positioning herself behind Drow as the large beast walked out of the door, lowering himself down so they didn’t hit their heads. “Right, lounge then on to adventure!” He told them, trotting along at a leisurely pace. 

[i] – Crash– [/i]

Crash hadn’t held any expectations on finding anything in the ruins, except possibly more creepy crawleys that would cause his vocal chords to produce obscene pitches. His trainers were becoming heavier with each step as they drank there fill from the shallow stream he was in, they were definitely going to be ruined after this. Ignoring the death of his last pair of shoes, the young shapeshifter walked further into the cavern eager to locate the glow that had pulled his attention in the first place, he stopped to run his fingers over some odd carvings when the pleading voice reached his ears. 

He spun round hastily, holding his breath as if questioning whether he really [i]had[/i] heard the voice, for starters he knew instantly that the owner was a female and held a very distinctive French accent...which in his mind was rather coincidental...it reminded him of a childhood friend he’d been forced to leave behind in Paris. [i]Unless you’re imagining this...you are rather prone to hearing things...and talking to yourself it seems[/i] However before he could really ponder too deeply on the subject the innocent voice called to him again, her words screaming damsel in distress. Most people would have probably questioned the situation maybe put some thought behind it, Crash on the other hand didn’t think at all he literally bolted in the same direction her voice was coming from.

“Keep talking, don’t worry I’ll get you out” He called back as he dragged his feet through the water, he wasn’t unfit by any stretch of the imagination but the weight of his trainers was hindering him as he noisily splashed his way towards the sound of her voice. It didn’t take him long to find her, lead by her quaking voice he pulled up near where he thought the voice had come from. “Where...are you?” He panted looking around quizzically. “I promise I won’t hurt you...I’m here to help” He assured her, though he couldn’t pin point where she was. All it would take was her confirmation...one word and he’d reach for her willingly, innocent of her deception.