"I'm Promet," he said. "And she" pointing at the cobra" is Methus."

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I was cured all right.

Annalett nodded.
"This is Fuin, that's Granit, and Snowfire." She pointed to each one as she said their names. Fuin snortted, and took a place between Promet, and Annalett and the mares...

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Methus hissed at Promet, displaying her distrust in them. Promet coldly nodded. It was in her nature to distrust people. Sometimes it did prove useful but here, Promet saw no reason why not to trust them.

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I was cured all right.

(bump)

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I was cured all right.

Annalett put a hand on Fuin's shoulder. And just as Methus didn't trust them, Fuin didn't strust them either. At least, not with his herd(Who Annalett was apart of).
"Where you following us?" Annalett asked, trying not to sound too suspisious...

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"We didn't," Promet said. "Methus told me that someone was around with three horses. It wasn't every day someone has three horses so we assumed it was bandits." He extended his arm towards Methus, who climbed her way up his arm.

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I was cured all right.

Nolani screeched through Breeze's voice, calling Flit and Sky to dive down with her into the saftey of the trees. A hawk was in close persuit, hoping to obtain a nice meal. Nonani was desperatly trying to aviod that. Mere seconds before on of them would become falcon food, the tiney kestrels threw themselves into the trees, dogding brances as they went. The hawk, larger and less mobile, had to pull up before he hit the trees. Nolani demerged from Breeze, falling to the ground while the others fluttered around her, finally settling down enough to land on her shoulders and wrist.

Ardra yawned. Suddenly, she heard the two cats hiss. A quick glance upward revealed a hawk. It was pursuing two kestrels, but she didn't doubt that the bird would settle for cat. She called Fireheart and Sandstorm down from the trees, slightly worried.

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Underneath the shade of a tree, a woman slept, wrapped up in a dark cloak, her pale hair just poking out. Beside her lay packs and ashes were gathered where her fire had burned. A white owl flecked with black perched in a branch above, gazing down at her protectively with its fierce yellow eyes. The owl looked up into the branches and clacked its beak in irratation as the call of a hawk grew near followed by other cries of distress.

Rialyn's eyes fluttered open. "Fallon," she called, hearing commotion in the skies. The snowy owl cocked its head towards her. "Fallon," the woman repeated. "Take to the skies. Please find out what was going on."

With a hoot, the owl took off. She spotted the hawk and flew closer, ready to chastise the creature for making such noise.

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The kestrals that were perched on Nolani screeched bloody murder as they saw an owl take to the skies. Only a firm command and slight 9good natured) threat calmed them down. A flutter in the bushes made her look: a yound woman, probably the owner of the hawk: owls were night creatures, not day. "Hello" She said, careful not to startle her.

Dez stood impatiently, first on one foot, then the other.

"Avia," she called using telepathy towards her hawk, "Avia get down here NOW, or I'm coming up."

But the hawk, not unlike herself, was not one to be ordered about. It screeched yet lower, almost hitting the tree's as it swooped for the kestrels. It then had no time to make the decision whether or no to obey Dez. There was an owl flying swiftly on white wings towards it. It swooped again, screeching agitatedly.

"Get down here!" screamed Dez in her mind, running along the ground tracing the hawk's flight. Her foot caught a root, and she caught herself from falling face down on the ground.

There was Nolani, with two kestrels perched contentedly on her shoulders. Dez scowled at her greeting.

"I'm guessin' you own the owl as well? And what are you doin' in my woods?"

But before the girl had time to answer, another shriek pierced the air as Avia, the hawk, came diving down through the tree's with the owl in quick pursuit.

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"The piano is able to communicate the subtlest universal truths by means of wood, metal and vibrating air."

Even as the hawk dived down, a flash of orange came shooting out of the tree. An orange cat slammed into Avia, followed by a tan one. A girl leapt out from her hiding spot in the bushes, hoping her cats hadn't done anything to the hawk. Hoping they hadn't done anything to themselves.

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"Well, it's not everyday someone travels with a cobra." Annalett said to Promet, then heard a comotion in the forest canopy. Then voiced not far away. Snowfire, trotted off to find out what was happening. Fuin nickered for her to come back, but Snowfire was alway too curious for her own good...

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Dez gave a small scream, and reacted on impulse, diving onto the cat. For a moment there was a very odd mixture of feathers, hair, fur, cussing, screeching, and a few impertinent "Fffttts!" all flying through the air at once. Somehow Dez got out of it again, and a very shaken hawk perched on her wrist, feathers missing in awkward places, which rather reminded one of Dez's mussed hair.

She scowled deeply, the lines running in her face like rivulets. She strode over to the girl with all the gumption of a lord, and only stopped when she stood almost nose to nose to her. And in spite of their rather close contact, she half-shouted at the owner of this... cat. Despicable animals, the lot of them.

"WHAT, dare I ask, in the name of the celestials, are you trying to DO to me!?"

The hawk, if such a thing is possible, seemed to glare too.

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"The piano is able to communicate the subtlest universal truths by means of wood, metal and vibrating air."

Hey, Nauriel, do you mind if I join? I'll post my bio in a while if it is okay.

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Four Gods wait on the windowsill,
Where once eight Gods did war and will,
And if the Gods themselves may die,
What does that say for you and I?

Now, three Gods wait on the windowsill
Where one God's blood was lately spilled
While black tongues lap at the spreading pool
And build the strength they need to rule.

"Yes, indeed," Promet agreed but then Methus hissed again. This time she sounded slightly alarmed.
"What is it," Promet said to Methus
"They're here?" she hissed. "Smell."
Their senses merged and Promet realise she was right. There were three horses and men and the men's inner animals, two jackals and a wolf, traveling in the woods.
"I'm sorry," Promet apologised. "Methus has found a friend of ours. Farewell."
The two of them walked from a fair distance from the woman and her horses before they began to sprint. They soon came upon a weathered path. Promet unsheathed his katana after placing on his claws. Methus hung herself from a low-lying branch that was over the path while Promet hid behind an opposite tree.
The two of them waited until the two of the three bounty hunters passed. Then as the third one, one with the wolf, came by, Methus dropped down and bit his neck with her fangs. The bounty hunter gave a terrible cry as he died, his wolf dying with him. Promet launched at another bounty hunter, knocking him off his horse. He slashed at the bounty hunter's throat, killing him. His jackal died as well. The remaining bounty hunter directed his horse towards Promet while his jackal went to deal with Methus, who raised her hood and hissed loudly.

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I was cured all right.