[hr][center][color=808B96][color=8493ca][h2][b]X e l l[/b][/h2][/color]Southeastern Mir [b]-[/b] The Fall[/color][/center]
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The harrowing breeze that seeped through every old wood piece, withered steel and stonework of the statues was unnerving for the Draconi. They donned humanoid outlooks but some appeared to be representative of unsightly abominations. His inquisitive brow slowly etched to that of paranoia. His pupils constricting to mere specs despite the unforgiving black skies with sparing light from the moon, flashlights and headlamp.

"We can take a quick break here," the Coon finally reported. Half lit and half in shadow "It isn't that far now, maybe another mile before we see-"

Xell noted that as the Lotori girl had fallen silent, everyone had frozen. He looked to the ensemble on either side of him. Turning his head from side to side with a stoic frown, before finally realising what it was that had the cast playing statues themselves.

His ears lowered as yet another remarkable creature of the unknown practically shifted from shadow to motion. By now, he bit his lower lip and frowned as he looked her up and down. She spoke very clearly and articulated every word precisely. The first impression the Draconi receiving that maybe she was educated to a large extent. Or wise? If it were the latter, however, it appeared her age defied it. Then again, the most jarring piece of the attire was the blindfold that completely obscured her eyes.
 
"Pardon me if I startled you," she turned to speak to the Coon "That wasn't meant at all... I forgot you might not be able to see me so well at this time of day. I thought this might be a good place to wait in case the pilot of that downed plane happened by, as I found out something earlier it might be useful for them to know."

Xell slightly turned to look at Max questioningly. The Spicati simply giving the panda hybrid a bothered look. 
She then proceeded to pose a question. One that resembled that of a riddle and a joke. The first to respond being Nikki, who transformed it more into the latter. Xell found himself looking down to force a short but sweet smile at the endearing notion of it. He noted Max and the Youth walk towards her. Max ungrateful for what the guru like hybrid had to say. In return he uttered some impolite words and demanded how many more characters he would come across in this forest. The Youth, exhibiting a long pause before asking a question where his voice appeared to be completely relinquished of the tone he had spoken with earlier. 

Xell simply looked on. His placid and partially curious mood was now starting to become riddled with unease again. He felt his heart skip a beat as he turned to look at the statues towering above him. His eyes darting from face to face. The fear causing his body to become a shrinking violet.

[i]’How long has it been since I’ve topped up?’[/i] he thought to himself, visceral eyes wandering towards Taffy’s bag. He knew he saw her earlier packing it away just before they departed the crash site.
[i]’No no no no no no no no no no no no no no no no no’[/i] he perspired 

[i]There’s a wildcard,[/i] the Draconi looked up, the impassive low octave voice spoke out from a statue it seemed. He could see red eyes glaring out from one of the metallic figurines that resembled a black panther, crowned with cowhorns on its head. Its black form towering higher and higher. 

[i]I don’t like her. You need to keep your distance Weaver.[/i] 

[i]Or better still…[/i]

Xell remained tight lipped and gestured towards the group, as if to illustrate his awkward situation. 

Before he heard anymore from the unknown entity, it appeared all shapes and sounds resumed to their normal environmental pattern. The statues reformed to their static and ill formed looking selves, the darkness and light faded to their usual dims and the Draconi could feel himself breathing normally again.

He shook his head, and weaved a hand through his hair to brush off the sweat.

“I need to sit down. I don’t feel flash.” 

“I hope you guys can work out whether Ms. VIP will be joining us,” Xell sighed with closed eyes “didn’t think blindfolds would be anyone’s thing. She got me there!” he jested lightly, waving a dismissive hand before turning around to find a safety haven.

They could be here a while, and much like earlier, he was beginning to feel tired. Skin becoming visibly pale even during this dark hour of the night. The rollercoaster of emotions had also worn him out and he wasn’t sure if he could handle another mile for wherever it was they were trying to get to.
Finding a nearby dishevelled picnic bench which appeared to have seen better days, he decided to hop between the seating compartment and the table. Letting his head collapse upon the surface with his arms sprawled out. Cold and pale fingers curled tensely.