[hr][hr][center][h1][color=goldenrod]Valona “Norsa” Norsys[/color][/h1][/center][hr][hr][color=goldenrod][b]Location:[/b][/color] Outside the burning storehouse - Gorlf Northern Territory
[color=goldenrod][b]Interacting With:[/b][/color] Everyone around but mostly herself.[hr][color=goldenrod][b]Interaction Tags:[/b][/color] [@Lady Amalthea] [@POOHEAD189] [@Rivaan][hr]
	Valona came back to herself and grunted as she rolled amongst the mud. Her hands shot up to feel how much of her hair she had lost this time and she was thankful that it would only require a short trim to mend the damage this time. Grunting, muttering and punching the mud; Valona rolled over until she was flat on her stomach and grumbled to herself as the mud began to envelop her face. She cursed Norsa for casting such damaging magic in such a close proximity to herself. Valona was half convinced that Norsa did it just to hurt Valona as well once she came back into control. 

	As she lay there, people began to form in her peripheral vision. She hadn't expected people to be around nevermind this amount of people and her first instinct was to just play dead until she got a feel for the numbers of those around her. She'd been in this predicament once before when she'd been surrounded by gnomes that had found her in the middle of a field one day. That had been an interesting turn of events and, in fact, had resulted in one of her worst wild surges before today. This one just took the cake however as it had not only caused her physical harm, it had missed its intended recipient because he was a slimy, stupid, smelly little sneak thief that could dodge things at point blank range like some kind of supernatural being apparently.

	The voices spoke to her and around her and Valona could feel her eyes tightening shut as she then began to hear Norsa and Ha'des talking in her head.

	[color=goldenrod]"Come the fuck on Valona, these people are going to kill you for burning the damn fucking storehouse down! Best to get them bastards before they get you!"[/color]

	[color=skyblue]"Them peoples are gon' touch ya! Ya wanna lets thems touch ya?! I wouldn't lets thems touch ya!"[/color]

	[color=goldenrod]"Yeah, listen to the bloody fairy lizard. These fucking people are going to man handle you. They're going to fucking find out about your wild magic. They're going to cart you off to some pissy magical wizard pillock that will use you as an experiment."[/color]

	[color=skyblue]"Oooooh yesyesyesYES! Thems peoples likes to experilamentals on peoples of the wilds kind, yesyesyes. Thems gon's cut ya earseses off! Thems gon use ya hair t'make thems some goldses. The goldses like thems there Rumplespumples did in tat ones story!"[/color]

	[color=goldenrod]"See? Even your damn fucking fairy lizard agrees! Need to run and bloody hide! That's all you're good for Vally. Unless you want to let me out..? I can take good fucking care of you, Vally. C'mon Val, be a pal."[/color]

	Valona carefully shifted her hand that was beneath her body to grab a pinch of powdered charcoal that was sitting in a pouch on her belt. She had to do something to stop Norsa from coming out again. She didn't care if they saw her wriggling a little, they'd know by now if she was dead or not just by her breathing so she wasn't playing dead anymore but she definitely wasn't waiting around to have these people cut her open and drain her innards for samples of wild magic! It wasn't her fault that she was infected! She wasn't born this way! Life was unfair... She was better off alone really but she was never alone and she hated being alone... It was the only option. The best option otherwise things like the smouldering storehouse to her back was bound to happen time and time again.

	With the powdered charcoal in hand Valona jumped up onto her feet, knocking poor Satilla, Kyra and Calanon back and threw it towards their faces with the utterance of a single word; [color=goldenrod]"Es-cap-e!"[/color] (Think Dory in Finding Nemo). As the powder flew at them they would see a mud drenched, slightly singed and demented looking little creature that had risen from what appeared to be the depths of a forest lagoon with wide and amber glowing eyes. Wait, had her eyes always been completely amber? Only Kyra would notice the change but it was most definitely not a common sight to be seen regardless. 

	As the powder glowed along with her eyes, everything became dark around the small group of people in a fifteen feet radius. It would not be fun trying to find their way through this continual darkness that seemed to cut off all senses when it initally dropped. Nothing could pierce this save for a continual light spell. Valona could see through it with complete ease and used this as a means to flee. The darkness allowed Valona to dart off into the growth of the forest where she scampered up a tree and curled up in the hollow of a tree trunk that she found along the way. Her amber eyes glowed out of the shadowed trunk and watched the group below, keeping herself to herself for the time being.

	The urge to throw things at them was insane but she had to resist for now until she saw their reactions to her handiwork. She was not going to become one of those countless rabbits that she had had to cut and gut in order to survive. No sir. That was not her fate. If she was destined to die it would be at the hands of magic, not steel and she intended to keep it that way for as long as possible.[hr]