You Won't Make It Through The Rain

[† Cealla †]

The demon landed in front of her so quickly that she hardly had time to react, however she did take a few more steps backwards and considered just leaping off into the brush like she had never even been there in the first place. Why was she so afraid? If she were back in the Tunnels, she would be perfectly willing to step up and announce exactly who she was. But now... now, this place was strange to her. The creatures were strange. And the earth was certainly strange, considering that she was still lost.

Darting out to the side slightly to get a better look, she gave the appearence of peering around Isaac's legs and then quickly moving back again. The male lycan who had been hurting the humans was advancing upon her, though she sensed no malice in his voice. It was merely curiosity, the same kind of curiosity that Fenris had towards her. Fear. More fear. They had to know, know that she didn't belong here...

"H..hi." She replied, almost weakly as she cast a glance around the forest to see if any other strangers were going to just appear out of the blue. The whole series of events with her "son" had almost driven her to be timid again, losing the arrogant, cocky girl of the past. So, perhaps she had been taught a lesson, in some small way.

She had never met Faylinn before, but did pick up on the fact that she smelled strongly like Faith. But this lycaness seemed colder, meaner, and probably not someone who would be good to ask for directions back to the part of the forest that she had come from. She would probably kill Cealla just as easily as a human, however she was apparently held back by something that the pup couldn't quite figure out. Flexing her paws into the muddy earth, she briefly pondered changing into human form, but decided against it. It would be easier to make a quick escape while still as a wolf, since it did make her a great deal smaller.

"Who are you to talk of my father?" She said, dragged out of her momentary lapse of words upon the demon's mention of him. That simply angered her- her own father had nearly gotten her killed by Fenris after Xavier had struck a clear deal with him. And she still hadn't gotten to hear his excuse for that long abscense after her mother's death. The words were spoken with an edgy growl to them as she blinked a few times, trying to keep the rainwater from dripping into her eyes.

This was certainly not a safe place for her.

[Isaac]

A low chuckle was her only answer.

Isaac pivoted effortlessly on his heels, wheeling around to face Cealla bemusedly.

"Who are to be angry with him for trying to protect you?" He said with a smirk, displaying that he had indeed known what had transpired between her father and Fenris Fenrir.

[Nene]

(Tacitus, u complain bout us leaving u out, or somethin, & I'm gone for a night & theres already a page more...)

All of it happened in a blur, the events. She had been knocked to the ground, heavily winded, alongside the man she had clung to, and before she had time to even come up with a single thought, there were three other people around.

Nene began to really freak out, hyperventalating to da max, but she didn't get to her feet until the man, who had been the only one who spoke to her nicely, lifted her to her feet. She stood shakily, glancing around. But instead of choosing to scream and yell at them, she deemed it best to not say a word to them.

The little group other than herself and the man begun to talk amonxed themselves, which she took to her advantage. Nene whispered in a breaking voice to the man who still held her to steady her, "What do we do?!"

[Sam Nanten]

Laying down on the ground, the girl was crumpled up in a heap by their rude assaulter's actions. He squinted, and saw she was indeed suffering, perhaps just from the trauma of this intimidating situation. And he frankly couldn't blame her. Sam also wanted to just leave this place, and probably not come back.

Sam's blurry predicament was starting to get vexing, so he reached finally into his breast pocket, and took out his spare pair of glasses. His eyes couldn't stand contacts, so he decided to get a spare pair of glasses which incidentally, he sometimes forgot in situations such as this. As she came into a clear cut focus, Nene's face appeared to be much fuller, much smoother. Her cute haircut framed her face in a highly complimenting way, and he smiled gently at the thought of meeting her. Yet he still did not know her name yet.

Lifting her up, he looked also upon the scene of people congregating. And he still couldn't help but feel there were more creatures swarming to the scene. Looking at her upon hearing her frightened query, he let another easy going smile escape.

"Well miss, let's just head out this way. I remember the way I came in, the edge of the forest is just this way." he said, gently pulling her along with his arm looped with hers. He looked up, and managed to catch a glimpse of a shooting star through a faint opening in the canopy.

Hrmm, that jerk ruined a good shirt of mine. I hope he gets his soon....

[Nene]

Nice, Nene, well done. You only just got here, and already a good four people hate you! she bickered to herself, letting go of both an angry and shameful expression, leading to a very strange face. But there was the man who was leading her out of the place where the murder had been committed.

She couldn't help but place the murder with that blonde guy who rudely shoved Nene and the man to the ground. That image probably wouldn't leave her mind for a good few years or so! thanks a lot... she snarled to whoever had done the deed.

"Y'know them?" the girl asked whilst being tugged away from the group. Surely they wouldn't have just been greeting total strangers like that!

[Sam Nanten]

"Hrm nupe, can't say I do. I run into weirdoes like that a lot, though." Sam said with a wry smile as his expression sank, just thinking of all the monsters and crazies he usually steals from. Thinking about that, the thief realized that a lot of people out there gave him the heebie-jeebies.

Briefly taking his glasses off to wipe the rain off, he put them back on the bridge of his nose, halfway down. He then slid down a grassy slope, and turned back to Nene, standing just in front of the forest's edge.

"My name is Sam, by the way. What's yours?"

[Nene]

Still a little shaken, Nene nodded. Why would someone want to run into people like them? The girl gasped. For all she knew he could be like them! The girl panicked again, but pulled herself together in remembering how he got her away from the likes of them. Following behind him, she held on tight as she also slid down that same grassy slope.

"I'm never going back in there again!" the girl growled, assuring herself. "Oh! My name's Nene!" A few crunches of leaves sounded behind her, and her grip tightened on his arm in fright.