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[i][color=9ea6ba]"...Oi! Let me go!"

"D-Damnit, why can't I move?!"

"...I-I..."

"I'm not abandoning anyone!"

"[b]I haven't failed anything yet![/b]"

"Hngh...! I'll show you! I'm not just chasing some fantasy!!"

"[b]I'm not weak!![/b]"

"...?! H-Hey! I'm not done with you yet! Let me-!"[/color][/i][hr]

A gentle breeze ran through the tree-tops of Malovarna's woods, rustling the leaves and fur of the foliage and fauna which freely ran rampant in the forest. Small critters darted to and fro the branches of the local plants, taking the high ground to avoid predators below. The animals that did not have the luxury of using the highest leaves as cover made do by taking shelter in hidey-holes or even digging their own, all in an effort to avoid the stalking figures of several overgrown lizards hunting in a pack. These earthy-scaled, long tailed reptilian predators were more like Hyenas than they were wolves, hunting together but running off on their own when they think to sneak away with the bounty themselves.

Funny that predator becomes prey very easily in this manner.

Cyll carefully balanced on the branches of the tree-tops, stalking the lone hÿros that thought it snuck away scot-free from its herd with a small rodent in its jaws. Concentration was the name of the game as Cyll traced the creature with his eyes, biding his time until it took a rest. He was careful with his footing, having gotten used to the careful balancing act after several days worth of practice. The wind that raced through the island disguised the gentle rustling each step made, the reptile below unaware of the looming danger. As it felt safe enough to settle down and start consuming its victim, the erune watching from the tree-tops was already freezing the ether in the air. It formed a small pick inside of the palm of his hands, enough to stun the creature when thrown into it so Cyll could easily pounce and overpower it.

Curse his luck as both it and him seemed to pick up on the fact something very heavy was soaring through the sky all to close to both of them.

Cyll's concentration was broken and the creature darted off as the young boy looked to his side, seeing a giant blur race towards him at astounding speed. With a yelp he darted back further into the trees, but the object caught up too soon. In the middle of his jump, the foreign entity crash landed with a resounding boom, shaking not only the ground but also the tree which Cyll had intended to hop on. The branches shook, the boy trying in vain to grab on as he tumbled down to the ground. He landed square into the middle of a bramble bush, some of the branches cracking underneath the force. Cyll thrashed and cursed from the prickly pain invading his body, rolling out and watching as some of the cuts suffered caused small amounts of blood to trickle onto the soil below.

[color=9ea6ba]"Primal-damned-fucking-! Aaargh! What the heck [i]was[/i] that?!"[/color]

Picking himself off the floor, the erune fruitlessly looked for the hÿros he was hunting, only to find it had long since abandoned ship and darted off. Well, [i]there[/i] goes his meal. The boy patted some of the dirt off him and grit his teeth at all the small cuts and bruises adding up to a level of discomfort not describable in Erune, Human, Harvin or Draph tongue. Jury was still out on the Dhirom, scaly buggers.

Cyll turned his attention back to the [i]giant fucking airship[/i] that had decided it would have loved to take his life alongside nearly blazing up the whole forest. Curiosity killed the erune though, as Cyll kind of had a feeling that that ship might've had [i]people[/i] on it. Cyll jogged over and scanned the flag once close enough. Zweite. It definitely made Cyll hesitate for a good few seconds. Zweite was some scary stuff with how they seem to want to rule everything n'd all, but if people were hurt in there, it didn't really matter if they were Zweite, pirate or whatever.

The erune boy scoot around to the edge of the ship and jumped up, grasping the ledge to pull himself up to the deck. While it had buried itself in the ground somewhat and looked like it wasn't going to be operational at any point in the near future, it didn't have the courtesy to spontaneously burst into splinters to let the small guy get on a little easier. Scanning the deck, the first thing he saw was a door only a few steps away. Cyll ran over and... wasn't too sure. Do you knock in this situation? Kick the door open?

...Cyll opted to play it safe and just gently push it open.

Inside, he could notice a few things. For one, a huge load of aperture he'd never seen before. For two, bile. Inside of a helmet. Gross. For three, there were two figures standing there; An erune female with a tan and a tail, as well as a... guy around his age with a surprisingly manly mustache? Wait, no, Cyll didn't notice at first, but he could [i]definitely[/i] see those ears sticking out. That's a harvin. He was jealous of two things in this room; the fact the erune had a tail and he didn't, and the harvin had a [i]really[/i] cool mustache.

[color=7B68EE][b][i]"Those who's fates you will entwine with your own...what will you do when the time comes to untie them? When bonds become only a hindrance to your aspirations?"[/i][/b][/color]

Cyll flinched as a memory rushed back to him; that of a dream he had in the morning. The hell? He didn't have time to think about these things! These guys looked somewhat okay, but still...

[color=9ea6ba]"Hey, are you two alright?! Is anyone hurt? What the heck happened here?"[/color]

[@Skyrte]