[center][h2][color=007236][b]Jet[/b][/color][/h2][/center]

"Say what you have to say then. I'm right here and can hear you loud and clear."

Jet paused for a moment taking off his helmet. He was a tall man who looked very healthy with a quite charming and friendly face. "I know you are not with the wolves, but I am looking for somebody to team up with me. I have lots of food, weapons and other supplies, even a base with an extra bed." he said in a welcoming tone. "I understand that you might lack trust being in a place like this, full of bandits and other people struggling to survive, but I promise I will make sure everything you need will be looked after." Jet said with a smile. "We should leave soon. The wolves might come back. If you would like to come with me, I could carry you there. We could get to my base faster if I flew us both there." he offered, glancing around every so often. 


[center][h2][b][color=662d91]Alaia[/color][/b][/h2][/center]

Alaia stood there in her torture room with her last victim eviscerated and delimbed, licking the blood off her arm in which she had fashioned into a long blade, smiling at the body parts around the room. "When will I get a toy that will last more than a few minutes?" she thought to herself, disappointed. Just at that moment, a guard had entered her room, freezing in his tracks shocked at the sight. Alaia glared at him. 

"M-ma'am Roman is looking for you, he wants you to go looking for someone in the woods that has been stealing supplies and food." the guard stuttered, stepping back and quickly rushing out in fear. Alaia laughed at the fear in the man's eyes. She reverted her arm back to its normal state, wiping it clean with a bloody cloth hung up on the wall. She left the building, greeting Roman with a twisted smile. "So let's get this shit started, I want to see some fucking blood."