[h1][color=lightsalmon]Koarin[/color][/h1]
[indent][b][i]November 19, 1:56 AM
Northeastern proximity[/i][/b][/indent]
As the one she was carrying came to he struggled briefly before breaking away. The first response was unexpected but inconsequential. Flames surrounding her she simply stood in it for a time before stepping forward. Garm had by this point regained his senses and addressed her. "[color=lightsalmon]It's fine, Garm. Flames are my element as you know.[/color]" Glancing at Horace she started that way. "[color=lightsalmon]Even though the humans are slow and weak you cannot underestimate their craftiness and tenacity. My kind made that mistake and we all suffered dearly.[/color]" Her gaze was distant for a moment before she huffed some heated air. 

As established Horace was gathering reports. Approaching Koarin folded her wings behind her. "[color=lightsalmon]I caught two more attempting to escape down the mountain. My sweeps didn't find anyone else.[/color]" This kind of activity the dragon woman had tried to put behind her. Sadly it was ultimately a fool's dream to believe that she, a fighter of many years, could just hide from the onslaught. Voldoa was likely the last stronghold for them. There was no way that they could avoid conflict forever.
[@SepticGentleman][@The Fox Without]

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[h1][color=plum]Lillian[/color][/h1]
[indent][b][i]November 19, 1:56 AM
Northeastern proximity[/i][/b][/indent]
There was not a deep enough corner for her to hide in. The fairy didn't know what to do and simply sat there. What intense emotion coming from the other room eventually ended. Was it over? Did he pass out? Turning around at the click of the door the sight of Kantis caused what little hope she had to die. Her heart dropped into her stomach. Dane was gone, eaten by the witching creature before her. Her senses dulled followed by a ringing in her ears. The instinct to run was overpowered by shock. Gazing into space she barely heard the mention of rest.

It did however sound like a good idea. Crawling out of her hiding place she attempted to stand but her legs or wings didn't have the strength. The smell of blood finally hit her and it was revolting. Not familiar with her new biology she was suddenly introduced to a particular detail. Meat was not on the menu and the smell of blood made her sick. Heaving a couple times she lost what little nuts and berries her kin had given her. Rolling to the side she whimpered a bit before bursting into fun on tears. Broken described her current state well. Exhausted she slowly drifted off to sleep while whispering to herself. "[color=plum]Wh...why? K-Kantis please...[/color]"