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"Alright. Maybe we can see if we can find that river." Sam said as he stood up. He offered Stevie his hand and helped pull her up, but as he did, he too heard the rustling in the bushes nearby. As he shifted his attention in that direction, time seemed to stop when he laid eyes on the being that was emerging from the shadows. It was large: taller than himself and much more massive. It stood hunched over on two legs, had rough black fur, long claws, and a fearsome set of teeth. He could hear a low growl emanating from its maw, which altogether struck fear in Sam's heart. Instinctively, he reached for his handgun and pointed it at the creature, which did not stop its slow walk towards the pair. He could have swore he saw a smirk on its wolfish face.

The relative silence was broken when Sam fired three shots in rapid succession, all of which struck the beast in the torso. Surprisingly, however, the creature did not seem phased in the slightest. It bled much less than Sam would have expected, and it almost seemed like the bullet wounds were closing before his eyes. "Run!" Sam shouted to Stevie just before the creature let out a deafening roar. It fell into a sprint on all fours toward the pair. Sam was only able to fire a single shot which missed before it reached him, smacking him aside into a nearby tree and continuing to chase down Stevie.
"No." Lorag responded, looking to Meesei curiously. "Alpha, do you want tattoos?"

"Yes, I've - oh." She began, momentarily forgetting she couldn't explain herself without having to take a drink. Since she had already hesitated, she took a drink before beginning to ask her question. "Ahnasha, do you -"

Before Meesei even had a chance to finish the question, Ahnasha already took a drink, giving up on the concept of actually answering one of these questions correctly. The Khajiit was not a particularly heavy drinker, and she was clearly already under its effects. She stared Fendros in the eyes, a smile creeping up on her face. She leaned in closer to him, still maintaining eye contact. "Fendros, have you ever...mated with anyone?"
Agreed. As far as his character goes, I believe I will keep her around. For now with the distraction, just control her as best as you can, Leon and Sarabaas.
"Agreed, and with summer coming up, we should have the time to. We could go camping out here, or even take a trip someplace even more impressive. I don't have too much money in the bank, but I would submit as much to the cause as I could." Sam said before quickly finishing off his banana. He leaned back a bit, putting his hands behind his head and relaxing as he looked out across the forest. He glanced to his left when he heard movement in the bushes, but after seeing nothing for a few moments, he turned back to Stevie.

"What about you? Should we come to this forest again, or go someplace else? Maybe take a trip to one of the big national forests or parks? I would be up for anything." He asked.
Sam laughed as he leaned up against the tree. "I do love it out here, though I don't know if I would go that far. After all, I can't get internet access out here." He said before a thought popped into his head and he pulled out his smartphone. "Or, well, I can access the internet, but...that's beside the point."

Sam used his phone to take a picture of the snake, then took a picture of Stevie. He smiled as he put away his phone, but on the inside, he was practically yelling at himself to say something to her. He wished he could just bring himself to say something to her about how he really felt about her, but his own fear and nervousness always seemed to get the better of him. This would be the perfect time and place to mention it, but as always, he was just going to end up saying nothing.

Sam sat down next to the tree, then pulled off his backpack and placed it beside him. He took a banana out of the pack for himself, then looked to Stevie. "I brought snacks, if you would like one." He offered.
Ssarak Dyreackthanose
Annabeth's response sparked a line of thought within Ssarak's mind. He was curious about how humans and other races went about discovering their mageblood. He had known for quite a long time that not all of them even had the gift, and if they did, they would not know which blood they carried until it manifested itself, but he had never truly thought about the issue in depth. For a human, he could imagine there would be a good deal more mystery involved in the entire process, and he was curious what it was like for them. He had always been told what to expect from his blood, but Annabeth was going into this new experience essentially blind.

"So you are unaware of what your blood is? Interesting, I have never really thought about that before. As an Esyire, it was a foregone conclusion that I would have mageblood, and since the color of our scales reflect our mageblood type, I knew precisely what to expect by the time I was capable of manipulating my blood. I have never considered the mystery involved for other races. If I may ask, what did you feel when you discovered your blood, and what do you believe caused it to happen?" Ssarak asked, trying to gain a better understanding of her situation. Now that they had located a gargoyle, he hoped she did not mind if he followed her to her destination.
Ssarak Dyreackthanose
Ssarak took a left out of the door and headed down the hall toward the last place he remembered seeing a gargoyle. Fortunately, they did not tend to move around much when they were not needed, though the abundance of inanimate statues could make finding them confusing at times. The Human, who identified herself as Annabeth, followed behind and seemed grateful for the help.

"Indeed I am. My name is Ssarak Dyreackthanose; it is a pleasure to meet you." He responded, nodding to her. "I am a student of psychomancy. I have a small amount of training in my blood, though I am still very much a novice. What of yourself? You are looking for Uicle; are you a necromancer? Or perhaps a hydromancer?" He asked curiously. Unlike Esyire, humans had no external indications of their type of mageblood, so it was more difficult to discern their abilities.
"No...wait, yes?" Ahnasha responded, her judgement lapsing for a moment as she tried to determine if the patterns across her body counted as striped. She fell back and laid down on the ground, looking up at the sky and letting out a groan. "I'm terrible at this. I should just give up now." She said, finishing off her drink and tossing the empty bottle aside. After a few moments, she sat back up and grabbed another bottle from one of the crates. "Alpha, do you like the taste of elves more than humans?" She asked, a question she had thought of during the exchange between Fendros and Janius.

"Yes." Meesei said, looking Fendros in the eye with a mischievous smirk. Of course, her tone combined with her expression showed that it was a sarcastic answer. Humans obviously tasted better. "Fendros, do you know how to create tattoos?"
Sam watched the rabbit scurry away after they startled it out of the nearby bush it had been hiding in. "I think it was a bit more surprised than us, being that two giants just walked up to it." He said with a chuckle. The two continued on through the forest for a short distance until they passed a rather colorful, brilliant looking dogwood tree.

They stopped for a moment to observe the tree when Sam spotted a bit of movement at its base. Curious, he walked around the base of the tree and spotted the source of the movement: a Garter snake. It was small, and mostly black with a light stripe down its back. Sam knelt down at a safe distance and looked over the creature, which was coiled up near a rock. "Come and look at this; it's a garter snake." He said, waving for her to approach.
Ssarak Dyreackthanose
Ssarak was almost ready to leave for his room when the human woman entered. At first, he simply assumed she was there to train, but as she approached him, he noticed she looked confused, an observation which was confirmed by her question. She was refreshingly polite, compared to the general attitude of distrust or fear he was used to from most others outside the college, especially those who were educated enough about magic to relate an Esyire's scale color to their mageblood. Of course, he had already encountered a few individuals like that since arriving at the college, so perhaps he needed to alter his expectations? Unfortunately, he did not know off the top of his head where Uicle was, but he reasoned the gargoyles would be able to help. "Uicle...he is the Necromancy instructor, correct? I am afraid I do not know off-hand where he is. I arrived here only yesterday myself, along with the majority of other students. I do know where the nearest gargoyle is, however. They should, at the very least, be able to direct you to his office."

Ssarak stood up and grabbed his axe from beside him. Since he was not wearing his armor, he did not have a proper place to secure it and would need to simply carry it. He had time to spare and would certainly not mind doing a favor for what he assumed to be a fellow student, so he gave her a friendly smile. "If you would like, I could accompany you."
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