[hr][center][color=808B96][color=CC66CC][h2][b]Sasha[/b][/h2][/color]Southeastern Mir - The Fall [/color][/center] [hr] 

“This doesn't look right...I don't recognize any of this...” A figure stood in the darkening forest, glancing around in confusion. At first glance she would appear to be a wolf, wearing a feathery cape.  Upon closer inspection however, the cape turned out to be actual wings, and some of her lupine features appeared to be...off.  Her tail was longer than a normal wolf-Novan's, and her ears were more rounded.  She also bore dark grey stripes like those of a tiger on her rose-grey coat.  “...this isn't on my map,”  She said, squinting at it in the encroaching darkness. [i]Not that I can see anything on this map right now...[/i]  Sighing, Sashrya - “The Mystery” as she sometimes reffered to herself, on account of her origins being shrouded from her memory – folded up her map and glanced around again.  “I think I'm lost.”  She muttered matter-of-factly to herself, “And it doesn't help that now I can't see as much.”

Sasha's ears perked up at the far-off sound of a howl in the distance, followed shortly by another...and then another.  She fought the ancestral instinct to answer with a howl of her own.  She might have ancestors in common with the distant singers, but she knew that a feral pack would probably not take kindly to a stranger in their territory, especially a Novan, to say nothing of being a hybrid.  “I better find some shelter soon.”  A small, nervous breeze picked up around her.

It was then, by seeming coincidence or outright dumb luck, that she noticed not one, but several lights moving in the darkness...a group of people?  What would a group be doing here in the middle of nowhere, and at night for that matter?  Could they be bandits?  Or worse, will-of-the-wisps?  Sasha shrugged.  If they WERE wisps...she was already lost, so it didn't really matter.  If they were bandits however...

She didn't have long to ponder this, as they were headed right toward her.  What should she do?  Make her presence known, or hide in the bushes and wait for them to leave? [i]I have to take a chance.  I don't want to be wandering around out here all night...[/i]  She called out, “Hello?  Excuse me?  Can you help me, I think I'm lost.”