*Iris is cold to the touch and barely breathing*
*Her scales pulse a dull sickly gray color*


*An angry young man is striding towards the room. He is clad in tribal breeches and has a large number of tattoos. Burning yellow cat's eyes glow from beneath his mane of vibrant orange hair*
*He muses to himself as he walks*
Stranger: Make dem pay for dis! Hopes they has many for taking before I kill...
*He grins to himself and licks his lips hungrily as he walks towards the room's door*


*Xan snarls harshly*
Xan: They attack, they die! We kill!
*She nods to Furia*
Xan: Be fair then. No debt when payed.