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Kitten watched the newcomers, eyeing them up carefully. She carefully slipped the knife she carried back into the sheath at her waist, her fingers brushing over a more carefully hidden weapon. It gave her a renewed sense of security, and she stayed silent as she stayed about 30 feet from the carriage.

So what's the plan for them? Are you really going to follow through with your deal? a small male voice whispered in her ear. Kitten glanced at the speaker before looking back at the others.

"I'll see if it's worth the trouble, first..." she muttered back. The thin blade shivered a little against her hand as though shrugging, and she shifted it from her waist to her shoulder. "Then we can leave, follow, or steal- whichever works best..."

The blade shivered once again, then went quiet, leaving the woman to her thoughts.
 
Zook seemed a bit amused by the human's flinch. He floated down to her knee to let her more easily look at him. He was glowing, albeit dimly. Basically, how brightly the magical psuedodragon glows represents how much energy he is using, and there's a baseline rate just for standard living.
"My name's Zook," he replied, in his standard telepathic way. "You seem nice. Can we be friends?" He "sounded" young and playful, even näive.
 
A wolf had watched these creatures from a distance, hiding behind a bush. Two dragons, a human, a night assasin, another human but with dragon features and-

"Grrr..." The creature beside the lupine beast growled. It was a brown-orange-golden wolf pup, not very old.

"Shh, Lupus, my boy... I know you're hungry, but it's not completely my fault.." The beast said soothingly to it's child. "I got that letter and all..." The white wolf sighed. "It said we should come here...

"I better change back to human." With that, Whitney morphed into her human shape.

She walked over to the carriage, her pup following her silently.

"Do you have any meat? My s- I mean, dog is quite hungry." Whitney asked no one in particular.
 
Titanya folded her wings and dropped onto the ground. She pulled a package about the size of a book out of her bag and offered it to Whitney.
"Here, I have some."
 
"Thanks." Whitney said as she accepted the package. She then held it down for Lupus to sniff on it. He sniffed, but didn't seem to be sure what it was.

The wolf pup barked, trying to imitate a dog as much as possible. "What is it?" Whitney asked, referring to the thing she held in her hands.
 
"Meat. It's fresh. Somebody in my clan wrapped it like that so animals don't smell it and start following me around. She's paranoid about wolves and bears eating me while I sleep or something.."
She shrugged, and looked at the wolf pup curiously.
"Cute. What kind of dog is he?"
 
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"Of course we can be friends," Sorrel said, beaming. She was starting to make connections already, look at that! As a dragon, this one would probably live for much longer than a human, too; perhaps he would be, in time, willing to help out her 'descendants'.

And before then, perhaps he'd be willing to teach her telepathy as well, since it would undoubtedly be very useful. Humans were the species known to be able to learn almost every type of magic that ever existed, and the so-called psychic arts were a part of that. She would then, perhaps, learn to levitate, and move on toward seeing into the past, future, or a great distance away. That type of mind-magic overlapped with time magic, and she already had a start when it came to time magic. It was, after all, how she achieved such a long life.

With power over time, she might be unstoppable already. But she'd wait, until she learned everything.
 
Mark jumped off of the top of the carriage and landed on the ground next to the scruffy-looking dog. The canine looked somewhat, well, odd. It wasn't anything obvious, to a normal eye, but with his falcon vision, he could see that the dog's feet were larger, legs longer, and the chest narrower. It's tail was held without a curl and it's eyes were shaped like almonds. The girl who was with the dog had several odd things about her, mostly that her eyes had a wild look. He greeted the girl, and bent down to pet the dog. She was cute, and was very fun to play with. It was kind of, well, fun.
 
Kitten grimaced at the sight of the canine. Dogs...I hate dogs... she thought to herself. Sure, some of them weren't all that bad, but dogs in general just gave her the creeps. Wolves weren't all that bad, for they still had wild blood, and she'd been friends with a few over the years, but her cat instincts told her not to trust any of them.

There's a point for the kill list, I assume... the small male voice whispered in her ear. Kitten smirked at the blade's eagerness, but her face resumed its emotionless expression in only a few moments.
 
"Oh... Thanks. And this is Lupus, he's my d- DON*T PET HIM! He'll bite your hand off!" Whitney shouted to Mark and pulled away her pup, who was snapping at Marks hands. "Phew that was too close..." Lupus calmed down in her arms.

"As I was beginning to say, this guy is my dog. He's a German Sheperd and Husky mix." She put down Lupus.

"Bad dog..." Whitney said, and the wolf pup whimpered.
 
At the sound of the girl yelling, Mark jumped back several feet and, as a reflex, whipped out his wings and quickly ascended several feet into the air before he realized what he was doing. He breathed deeply, trying to calm down. As his heart slowed down a bit, he floated to the ground and sheepishly apologized. He then dashed over to the carriage, passing a dragon who seemed to be making the surrounding area several degrees colder, and peered inside. He said hello to the first being he saw, the small, adorable little dragon he had seen before.
 
The sounds of what sounded like a commotion starting somewhere behind Mercy broke it out of its devotion-induced trance. One of the things it knew even in its old life was that people screaming tends to be signal of pain, fear, alarm, anger, and a good number of other emotions, but any one of those was enough reason for the monster to feel some degree of worry for its master and the other adventurers. Dropping the thick rope it had been pulling, Mercy crouched down for a moment before flipping backwards, much to the annoyance of the man driving the carriage and the warking birds, soaring over the vehicle's roof and turning over in midair before dropping down on the opposite side.

The monster bent down to see into the open door, its tendrils of hair slithering onto the bird-man standing between it and the master. Oddly, none of the riders were quite what it had expected assassins to look like; next to Johann it could see only a human girl, a small furry creature, and an even smaller...well, the monster only assumed that it was a dragon of some sort based on the shape and wings. But such passing thoughts were quickly moved to the back of Mercy's mind as it focused on more pressing matters, then turned to its master and stared expectantly, tilting its head to the side slightly and opening its mouth to let out a questioning whine.
 
Titanya nodded and spoke, trying not to laugh.
"I'll remember not to pet him, then."
She grabbed a stick from the ground and turned, and flying onto the top of the carriage, her feet hanging over the side. The Gria, a bit bored, started breathing small blue flames and setting the stick on fire, then blowing it out.

((I really like this character, for no real reason. I wrote a giant backstory about her and her clan, why the person she mentioned is scared of wolves, ect. I have a lot of time on my hands, I know. =P))
 
Kitten watched as the others socialized, smirking and almost laughing when the puppy proved to be unfriendly. She was sadistic when it came to people she didn't know, and making friends jump was her favorite pasttime. So whatever came of this little adventure, she'd just witnessed the perfect combination of both.

That large creature is rather interesting... her blade whispered to her, pulling towards the beast which had practically stuck it's head into the carriage. Doesn't seem too terribly vocal...might make a good ally.
 
Mark turned on the spot. He had just heard laughter, from a ways off. With his raptor vision, he pinpointed it to the girl he had seen earlier walking with the blade. He ran at a good 20 miles an hour towards her, his talons digging into the ground. This extra traction, combined with his lightweight bone structure, allowed Mark to reach the girl in a matter of moments. He stared her down for a moment, and then held out his hand.
 
Kitten's eyebrows shot up as the bird-man ran up to her, and she stopped dead in her tracks, one of her blades out once again. She eyed him carefully, the cat side of her personality licking its lips at the thought of cooked chicken. Now wouldn't that make me the favoriteof these people... she thought.

As he held out his hand, she looked at it, then back at him. "So who might you be?" she asked, not taking it, toying with the small blade in her hand a little.

I can't wait to make my appearance...next time could you whip me out instead? the male voice whispered in her ear as she watched the feathered being in front of her.
 
Mark lowered his arm slowly, and then said in a slow, deliberately calm voice,"I might be Mark. May I assume that you are part of the group, too?" During the entire exchange, he never took his razor-sharp eyes off of the sharp blade in the girl's hand.
 
Well, at least he's smart enough to watch my blade... she thought to herself, giving 'Mark' a small smirk of approval. Even her dagger tingled a little against her shoulder as though to add its own show of approval- a good sign to say the least.

He'll be the first I'd like to meet... it whispered to her.

"You may," she responded to Mark, shifting her smaller blade and holding it a little more loosely. She added as a half insult, half complement, more to test his attitude than anything, "Love the feathers."
 
Kuripuchiko turned around. He watched two people meet each other while touching his swords' blades to the ground. If he thrust them hard enough he could break the road, but that was only a random thought that came into his mind. Instead, he gently rested their tips on the ground in an "X" shape.
 
"What now?" Whitney said as she sat down and started scratching the back of Lupus' ear, Lupus barked in approval. "I mean, aren't we going to visit the 'king'?" King, their king, not mine. Us werewolves live on our own, and we don't follow any laws unless we want to. Traveling in a group like this is against our nature! Whitney thought and bared her sharp teeth, but she soon stopped, afraid that the others might have seen it.
 
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