Let's Hunt a Pack of Bears (Mountains of CO)

[Kollin Matheson]

NOTE:: I know bears aren't pack animals...but Kollin is an idiot. How did I come up with such a crap-ass post? :< The title corresponds with his future idiocy... ><







Kollin Matheson closed his dulling green eyes the moment a ray of morning sunlight shot through a break in the pine needles above, rolling over in the dirt to further avoid the light. Needles and twigs stuck to his face as the peeking sun slowly warmed the bare skin of his back. He let out an annoyed huff.

It wasn't the sun that bothered him. Nor was it the sappy, pointy needles and miniature sticks. Rather, it was the fact he was still awake. He hadn't slept for a full two days now. Not because he would end up getting chased out of town for flirting with the wrong woman - as he so often enjoyed doing - or getting into a stupid fight with some stupid biker that had a problem with his stupid patch. No, none of that. He kept transforming into that stupid wolf.

Y'know, the supernatural, somewhat pop culture werewolf. 

He was quite the large were, standing at a good four feet when in the wolfy form. Fur extra poofy and extra black, matted along his spine and messy all over, an odd fade-to-blond underbelly and equally blond socks, his eyes bright and piercing. But when in the half-human, half-wolf form...let's just say he looked like a crackhead armed with knives and lackin' the crackin'. His teeth were certainly inviting, what with the Red Riding Hood story coming to mind whenever he opened his mouth - which was almost always pulled back into a vicious snarl. He looked like an angry, animalistic crackhead, all the way. Bloodshot eyes, veins popping out, sniffing and nipping at the air relentlessly. 

The way he looked wasn't really even the messed up part.

It's the fact he'd done it twice in the two days he was struck with insomnia, clothes tearing, body breaking and shifting in all areas just to accommodate the stupid wolf changes. 

He frowned and reluctantly pushed himself up to a good sitting position, crossing his legs and slumping over, arms splayed about in his lap. The sun bathed him in its morning glory, dressing him various shades of golden light as if he were some kind of forest god, browning up his hair. He felt its warmth and basked in it, running lazy fingers through his hair, popping his tired eyes open to take in the deep forest surrounding his tall, naked frame.

Nothing but high-rising pines, thick thorny bushes, and lush ferns were in view. The river babbling away nearby didn't even enter the picture. Birds chipped and chirped, fluttering around in search of food and their nests. Squirrels chittered and skittered about, collecting nuts and stashing them away. Butterflies glided along towards flowers belonging to another clearing, maybe a meadow, completely ignoring the animals and Kollin. Light poured through every break in the tree branches of the pine trees, coloring the forestry with the typical mountain morning. 

He closed his eyes again and sighed minutely, rubbing his dirty forehead. He was unbelievable tired, but sleep continued to escape him. The lullaby of happy woodland creatures would normally fill his ears and coax him into a good, long nap, and he hoped it would be the case this day. But, knowing his stupid current sleeping arrangement, that isn't going to be possible. Sleep avoided him like the plague. Chips and chirps were beginning to irritate the fuck out of him. 

Twigs snapping underfoot of some random passerby wasn't exactly helping either. The stupid SNAP noise was grating on his already strained brain, worsening his headache bit by bit. His temples aflame with pain, he leaned forward in his lap and covered his head with his hands, frowning. 

Wait.

Passerby, huh? 

He should really put some clothes and pray to the gods that this person is a woman and is heavily armed with allergy meds or some form of pain reliever.

[Victoria Belmis]

Victoria dragged her feet through the woods, holding her head and tangling her other hand along with her body. A bird passed chirping loudly, near her “ Oh god, shut up, will ya?

[/color]“ she clamored to the annoying creature in hope he would understand her anger...and her hangover. She had spent the night before in a small town nearby, where she, well, had fun. More fun than she wished she had. She could barely remember anything, blurred moments that she wasn't even sure if she dreamed about them, or she actually lived them. The only thing she knew for sure was that she had waken with more money than what she had in the night before, which was extremely rare , so she assumed that she had been gambling and got a lucky night, what probably led to the rest. She couldn't help but grin whenever she thought she hadn't lost money. But now, she paid the little price that comes with a productive night. A massive headache.

She had decided to go for a walk that morning, and probably start wandering to another town, but Victoria hadn't decided that yet, going back for just one more night at that cozy town wasn't a bad idea.

Her disheveled long black hair waved around her head and shoulders, blown by the soft wind, her eyes would glisten with the sunlight, enhancing their blue color. Her clothes were stained and worn out, her top was falling over her shoulder and her black jeans had earn another hole.

Victoria started approaching a tree, but as she got closer she noticed that there was someone laying under its shadow. Near she noticed that it was naked male. Naked?! “ What the...?[/color] “ Victoria thought to herself. She immediately felt herself going red, and blushing instantaneously. It's not like she wasn't used to see naked skin, but not on under that circumstances. She froze on her place, staring at the male. “ Well, he's attractive... Wait, what? Victoria, he's naked! Get over yourself! Get a grip! Just walk away and pretend you never saw him...[/color]” She tried to follow her own orders but her body didn't obey. [/center]

[Kollin Matheson]

Kollin drew in a long breath, the cool mountain air and the sickly sweet scent of a Demonic woman filling his lungs. A grin tugged at the corners of his lips and he was at his feet in an instant, hands on his hips and his eyes on the shreds of clothes and a black knapsack he failed to acknowledge when he studied his surroundings. He frowned minutely at this, but quickly pushed it to the back of his mind.

He'll just have to buy another pair of his favorite black skinny jeans and another black-and-white striped long sleeve.

Oh, but the mere fact a woman was staring at his naked body with blood rushing to her face was enough to draw his attention away from the despair concerning his lack of favorite clothing. He turned in the dirt on his heels, hands still planted firmly on his hips, and narrowed his green eyes at the pretty woman hiding in the shadows and few drops of light. He didn't need to search for her. Mostly because she was completely visible, partly because she had a very strong scent.

Demonic women had very recognizable smells. They were heavy with perfumes and their own natural odors, which kind of smelled like bird cages to Kollin, and the mix of which resulting in a very sweet, almost sugary aroma. He very much enjoyed sweet smells.

Now, don't get him wrong.

A woman of Demonic descent was about as pleasant as a rat trapped under a bucket on fire strapped to your chest. Which, you don't really need to think about too deeply, was very unpleasant. Kollin hated Demonic women with every fiber of his being. Not because they were all Demonic. 'Demon' is just a race, nothing to be ashamed of. But every Demonic woman he had ever met was a whiny, horrible, sniveling cow. They hung about and begged for money, lied to him and deserted him, beat him within inches of his already miserable life, stole from him, whined about everything to him, and never bothered to apologize.

He hated them simply because they were selfish and rude.

And, yet, he didn't have the heart to exclude them from his flirt targets.

Kollin rolled his shoulders back, eying the pretty Demon girl kindly, never once allowing his hatred to leak into his eyes. He drew in a soft breath, all dislikes and annoyances shoved aside.

"Listen, lady," he began smoothly, running a dirtied hand through his dirtied hair, "you don't have to hide from me."

His dull green eyes traced the curls of her dark hair, noting each curve. A habit. He loved curly or wavy hair with a passion. So much to play with, so much to straighten, so much to curl over and over again. He frowned for a split second and inwardly shook his head.

He really wanted to flirt with her, but flirting wasn't something he needed. It was help.

"I won't hurt you. Rather, I need a spot of help," he blathered on in the warmest voice he could muster.

[KriiVan Winters]

It was nature that surrounded this fellow that had witnessed such an abnormal situation, it was nature that called him to this single spot for reasons unknown and that he wished to be clarified with, it was also nature that caused his wondering eyes to witness the exposure of a man with his "God's Gifts" just hanging out there as if it was normal procedures when convocation with a fair beauty that stood not a few inches away from such a being. Though a tree averted her sight from him the male did nothing of the sort to hide his "Fellow" there nor did such a pose he used to his advantage in giving more of an up-front view of such a man.


This was something Krii did not intend nor wanted to see in the morning, the woman not too far from him, sure, any day, but this? Even with a female in view? No. Krii pressed his peerless hands on the bridge of his nose, shaking his head from side-to-side whilst closing his eyes. A sigh of why-did-I-see-that? Escaped the confines of his lips as he attempted to brush the previous image to the side, then picking up from where he left off he approached the two who seemed to be in such awkward convocation.


Treading through the forest grounds and purposely missing the many objects from patches of leafs to thick twigs and branches, making his approach less noticeable to the eyes and ears however the man’s nose would be something else all together. Krii wasn’t foolish enough as to underestimate ones abilities and for a man to be found naked in a forest comes for two reasons, the first thought was robbery and as a bad joke, tossing him in the forest for those to enter, find him and see him with a dirty surprise. The second, he is attuned to nature, however the only other way to more or less become one is to take your clothes off, roam the forest areas and hug some trees, more or less like a were-beast.


There had been sightings and rumours of Were-beasts in such places like these which was a part of the reason Krii managed to get here in the first place. He approached the two but keeping a little distance with his arms at the back of his head, placing his fingers between each other as to support his head whilst he leaned back against a close tree.


"Well this isn’t a sight you see every day," a small smile crossed his facial expression at the prospect, a female and two males, one naked and unashamed, the other trying to avert his view and the girl in the middle gob smacked at what she's seeing in the morning, comical.


He stood there merely observing, his jeans lengthy and reached down to the floor leaving some excess clothing bundled on the tops of his black, comfortable, easy-to-walk-and-run-in trainers, a dark grey shirt with the caption of a female naked whilst holding a katana with a tattoo on her back only showing the details of such a dragon tattoo, a black thick jacket which was a little ruffled due to the many travels he has been on and that short/medium ebony hair length that stayed in an Unkempt style, he did however at the time keep his eyes closed but knew exactly where they were, his complexion ever peerless whilst he examined still the situation through his thoughts.

[Chiha Tanka]

Wandering down from the mountains Chiha wandered long distances with ease. Making his way from the mountain top to a stream he knew that had fish in it so he could catch a couple to eat. Watching the sky and the land in front of him he watched for the signs of bad weather to a animal or human hiking trail. Listening to chattering of squirrels and songs of the birds he enjoyed the peacefulness that was in the area.

Stopping every now and then as he found berries, mushrooms or other plants to eat, of course after taking what he wanted from the plant he quickly made the plant grow back again. He thoroughly enjoyed the power to make plants grow, he used it to keep the land plentiful and peaceful. He knew the limits to what he could make regrow and what he shouldn't to keep the land alive. He didn't cross the barrier to over protection so the land starved, he let plants die that needed to die as to ensure the protection of the land.

As he wandered down the mountain he found a campsite, the smell of smoke still lingered in the air. Scowling he watched the camp for a while from the forest, seeing that it was recently abandoned he wearily approached it. Looking at the ground he found wrappers and beer bottles laying around. Letting out a heavy sigh he began picking them up, setting them in a pile he moved onto the fire pit. Picking up the still warm rocks and throwing them into the field and surrounding forest. Kicking the ash into the grass and spreading it he roughed up the scorched land where the fire once was. Knowing he couldn't make the grass grow there yet he let it be, he had done enough for the time being. Collecting the glass bottles and trash he knew he had to hurry, get rid of the trash and get the fish he needed. A fresh campsite means there were humans nearby and are probably still in the area.

Carrying most of the bottles in one hand he quickly made his way to the creek. Setting the bottles on the ground near the water he kneeled down, cupping his hand he submerged it into the water, pulling it out and bringing the water to his lips he sucked the water out of his hand. After drinking a bit of water he picked up the bottles, standing up fully he looked around the area, trying to decide what to do with the bottles. Usually he would just hurl them into a town or at people, but not being close enough to a town and it being daytime he didn't want to risk being seen by humans.

Turning his head towards the voices he heard a male and a female after a while he heard a second males voice in the distance, roughly judging how far away they were he hurled all four bottles, one at a time towards the voices. Not knowing how close he would get to them, he just wanted to get rid of the bottles, scare the humans away and get out of there. After the last bottle he quickly turned around and started heading down the creek bank, away from the voices.

[Solemn Creed]

Sol stumbled through... somewhere, muttering curses under his breath. His clothes were torn so badly that he had been forced to cast away his favorite black shirt and he now walked naked from the waist up. Though his smooth ivory skin appeared delicate it was in fact almost as thick and protective a hide as that he wore in his natural form, and he bore no scratches upon it from the same brambles and branches that had ruined his shirt.

He refused to open his eyes, so he had no idea where he was at the time. All he knew was that he was walking and... thats about all his mind felt like processing. Sol was in a bad mood, having ruined his favorite shirt, so when he tripped over a tree root... he surprisingly just stood back up and acted as if nothing had happened. Under normal circumstances this forest would have been reduced to nothing but ash but Sol, in a lazy mood, just couldnt bring forth the effort to destroy this place of nature.

Sol finally decided to open his eyes and the sight that greeted him was not one he would particularly describe as pleasant. There were two males and one female, from what he could see. One male was on the ground, naked, the other was standing off to the side and the female was standing off to the side as well.. but on a different side . The other two were clothed, praise himself, which raised some curious questions about the third who was quite naked.

"Um.. ahem," Sol made a cough like noise designed to get everyone's attention. "I can see that you three seem awfully busy, but this situation looks a bit strange, as im sure you all can understand, from my viewpoint." Sol paused then continued "But, what exactly is going on here??" he asked in a rather demanding voice.

Waiting for an answer, Sol stood there, tapping one booted foot against the ground with his arms crossed across his bare chest. On his handsome face, of what of it that could be seen underneath his black hair, he was scowling only slightly, his muscles shifting as he unfolded his arms and placed his hands in the pockets of his black jeans, assuming a more relaxed pose. Suddenly, as if out of nowhere, a glass bottle came hurled from somwhere in the woods and it smashed against the back of Sol's head. Luckily, he was rubbing the back of his head at the time so His thick demonic skull and the bones of his hand protected him from any real harm but he still crashed to the ground, dazed and bleeding from a few cuts caused by the glass shards.

[Victoria Belmis]

Victoria was just focused on not letting her eyes fall into wrong places, out of rudeness, so she confined into staring intensely at the naked male's face. He was rather attractive, which didn't help the cause. His first words snapped her out off her awkward trance, she shook her head lightly forcing herself to focus and keeping her away from her own thoughts. “ I won't hurt you. Rather, I need a stop of help.” The possibility of him hurting Victoria hadn't even crossed her mind, well, she didn't even know what exactly did. “ Help?

[/color][/i]” Victoria managed to squeeze a word, but her voice cracked. She cursed herself mentally, and cleared her throat, repeating. “ Help? You mean clothes?”.

Another voice sounded behind her. She turned her head slowly, facing another male, yet this one had clothes on his body, even a t-shirt with suggestive caption. Moving her eyes from his t-shirt to his face that she examined. Her attention was caught by his mixed colored eyes, she never saw anything similar before, she found it fascinating... “ Well this isn't a sight you see everyday”. She involuntary glanced quickly again at the naked man, without saying a word, but what could she say? This was probably as much as surprise for her as it was for him, or even more.

She looked over his shoulder when she heard another male voice reaching her hears. This one was shirtless. “Oh my God. Is this even real?[/color]” She asked herself. There were three men, two of them lacking clothes in some way, and all quite attractive. She blinked rapidly, in a subconscious way to guarantee that she was in fact awake. The girl looked at the new arrival in time of seeing a flying object heading him, she yelled, uselessly “ Look out![/color]”, as what it seemed to be a glass bottle heating his head and throwing him to ground. [/center]

[KriiVan Winters]

The bottle hit the back of the other man’s head with force, though the noticeable laced fingers that were kept behind his head must have cushioned the blow to a certain extent, but, not enough to stop the force from pushing him over. Another three bottles landed near the topless mans position as they bounced on the floor to halt after a few rolls and turns, they seemed to bare a beer brand. Someone was actually throwing empty beer bottles at people? This day keeps getting stranger, first a naked man and a girl starring at him and now a topless guy getting attacked by beer bottles.

Krii lowered his head to which he was now gazing at the ground and shook his head and of course it went without saying that the sense of other demonic energy was as clear as day, this man who now ‘relaxed’ on the floor is one such as himself and for the girl, she too shared demonic energy. Who would have seen this coming? A few moments of awkward silence are all it took for Krii to straighten his form and turn to the fallen man, “Anyone there?” He asked from a distance, a cruel sense of amusement came over Krii whilst he watched the bottled man grunt from the hit. It was then the wild life became silent, a sigh of relief from the forest swept through the area like hushed whispers.

“Certainly something, you don’t see every day.”


He reached for the back of his head and merely scratched an annoying itch, his gaze darted towards the naked male who seemed to stand there and take in the situation, “Any chance of you, having a spare set of clothes?” The question was foolish, where could he keep clothes unless he hid them in bushes of in a cave somewhere, but better to ask a foolish question with relevance than to stand there awkwardly and do nothing whilst a bottled man, a naked male and a mesmerized female stand there having no clue as to what should be done next. In Krii’s own opinion, a set of clothes are needed, then find out who’s throwing bottles at them. Something was said earlier that caught his attention the fact that the naked guy needed help with something, but surely he wasn’t going to continue without looking proper to say the least.

[Kollin Matheson]

[Bah...crap. Utter crap this is.]
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Kollin wasn't the type to make comments on the oddities of days like this, taking it upon himself to keep his mouth shut. Maybe a pretty glass bottle would fly into the back of his own head if he let himself speak. He shook his head minutely and promptly covered himself up, plopping right back down to a sitting position on the ground.

Every word that was spoken simply flew through one ear and escaped out the other, all forms of paying attention going along with them.

He sighed and shook his head once more, leaning over his lap so as to further hide his little friend. With his free hand, he reached for his black knapsack, actually acquired it, dragged it over and pulled it into his lap problem solved. There was only one thing he could think of that could possibly calm him down right now: a nice, long ciggarette break. Ignoring all motions and dialogue of the others, he opened his bag and fished around the mess of twigs, torn plastic wrappers, and crushed food items for the pack of ciggarettes he so diligently carried with him.

Demons...everywhere...

After a moment or two of searching, he became more frantic, mumbling profanity and curses. He had a very colorful vocabulary when it came to searching for and feeding his addictions. The golden pack came into view, the all-too recognizable 'Hallelujah' church song ringing throughout his mind. He snatched it up from between a tattered sock and a mushed Twinky, sliding the top up excitedly--

And it was empty.

Kollin twitched, his dull eyes glazing over and skipping from the pretty girl to the shirtless man to the completely clothed man and back again, his head beginning to throb as he realized all their scents were mingling and stinging his nose. He hugged his bag lazily, making himself look a bit less disturbed, and frowned deeply.

"--help--" wandered into his ears at some point and he took it upon himself to nod and admit he needed it once more.

"I need clothes and a bottomless pack of ciggarettes." He turned away from everyone as childishly as he could, pouting at the emptiness of his ciggarette box, and stared at a fluffy squirrel. His attention shifted to tree bark and a dragonfly, sporadic and annoyed he was. He frowned again.

Can't very well sit here like an idiot... May as well tell them my name and beg for clothes and ciggarettes.

He frowned once more, slumping where he sat, hating the fact he had the attention span of a beta fish at times like this. He turned around again and gave everyone a small dip of his head. "By the way, my childish ass is Kollin Matheson, and I'm in desperate need of clothes and these," he announced, raising his empty pack of Marlboro brand cigs for all to see.

[Solemn Creed]

Sol did not move for what seemed like a while to him. He could feel blood running from the back of his head to the front of his face. He imagined it pooling, just beneath his nose. Sol frowned. he attempted to clench his hand and was met with poor success. His knuckles were smashed, a few other delicate little things as well. It had a few cuts on it and some slivers of glass were stuck there... in short, easily healed.

Sol sat up with his back against the nearest tree and he held his hand up in front of his face and he gripped the tree behind him with his other. Sol drew the energy from the tree and used it to fuel his healing powers. Right before his eyes, as he watched, he could see and feel the bones of his hand mending and popping back into place. The slivers of glass were pushed out of his skin to fall to the dirt and the cuts closed.

The back of Sol's head began to feel better as as well, once the cuts were closed and he was fully healed. Sadly, once he stood and let go of the tree, it was little more than a withered, dying thing.

Sol looked around for the source of the bottles, his glare settling on each of the three before him in turn. His eyes glowed with azure fire, a physical manifestation of his anger at someone having done harm to him. He calmly reached up with one hand and brushed a few strands of hair back from his face.

He uttered on word. "Who." It was meant as a question yet he said it in a very menacing manner.

[Kollin Matheson]

Kollin noticed the obvious anger the shirtless Demon was omitting and stared at him, making note of his quick healing abilities. Blood was everywhere, coating small shards of glass that had stuck to the man. But that didn't seem to be the part that bothered him. It seemed to be more along the lines of someone having the audacity to dare chuck a glass bottle at him.

Those cerulean blue eyes held a certain level of irritation in them that Kollin really had to look away or he'd likely need to smoke a whole pack of his precious ciggarettes and crap himself. So he drew his dull green eyes away and plastered it to what looked like an acorn nestled into a bundle of sloppily woven dry grass or reeds and line needles. But, to protect himself, he opened his stupid mouth once more.

"I didn't do it..." he muttered, analyzing every detail of the little nut in the nest, noting and scribbling down on a tiny pad of paper in his mind the curves and lines and indents the acorn was decorated with.

Oh, how he didn't want to die.

Opening his mouth was probably the dumbest decision he's made today and it might get him killed, he realized, feeling the heat of the now fully risen sun. He frowned at himself and ran a hand through his hair, playing with the blond tuft of his bangs a moment, and finally letting his arm drop. Yeah, me talking isn't exactly a good thing at the moment. He might've just irritated the shirtless Demon even more.

[KriiVan Winters]

It must have been harsh for such a Demon to heal himself in front of Kin and the fact he was so easily wounded to such a degree of blood and wounding in the first place was more suppressing than looking into detail. However this situation wasn’t, by nature the show of weakness would have shattered a Demon’s pride but these were different circumstances and one Krii never took interest in the fact remained that as assault for no reason what so ever was taken place on an innocent being and one that shouldn’t be made without provocation, especially one such as a demon. As soon as those rage filled eyes rose from ground level to meet the rest, he knew that a hunt would have turned up.

Krii however hardly listened to the intended meanings behind that single word, though powerful it’s intent had been seen through too many times and over the years had lost its effect. Instead Krii looked to the direction from where the bottles must have been tossed from, the trajectory must have been from a height to hit the head of the shirtless demon and not too far away either to hit such a ‘vulnerable’ point on a human figure, even with reinforced demonic bone structures the glass would have stilled penetrated the flesh, another reason why Krii never took to heart the provocation that was met with hostility for drawing first blood between two combatants meant the fight was for real instead of an ordinary duel or practise.

As such the demon pushed him off the tree he leant on and moved to where the bottles must have been hurled, he himself would be interested to see who could hit from a distance with either precision targeting or uncanny luck. “They must have been up there at the time.” He said simply, pointing his finger towards the rocky ridge that hung over the steep hill leading down to their location. His form stood firm for a moment before continuing on the path that led to the area that started this situation, perhaps there was more out here than Krii had hoped for and if so it would be a pleasant surprise, however before he would take on this trip he turned his gaze on the unlikely group that stood in their positions, “If you’ve nothing else to do, perhaps this would peek your interest?” He said with a hold on persuasion and more of ‘A-matter-of-fact’ tone, it could have happened to anyone of them after all.

“Ohh, as for your clothes...” Krii’s tone then dulled at the prospect, he didn’t really want to be reminded of the predicament the naked man found himself in. “Maybe you could make some sort of, make-shift clothing? Leafs or something? Least till we hit civilization” he blinked one keeping his crimson eye out of view to only reveal the steely ocean blue eye that kept contact with their own as he made his gaze clear to all in the group, his intentions were not of the ‘threat’ type, he didn’t have time for such petty squabbles with nature or the nature of others. “Of course,” he said to change the subject slightly “You don’t have to follow, this is merely for the interest of myself and perhaps yours if your willing.”

[Victoria Belmis]

Victoria moved up to the area where the bottles were fallen, grabbing one that was still in one piece. Turning it in her hand, she surprisingly recognized the beer label , the bar she visited the night before sold those saying they were “home-made”, very proudly she could tell. “ I don't think this is very helpful, but if anyone cares, these are from local town...

[/color]” She threw it again over her shoulder. The young female stood next to the doubled-colored-eyed demon who pointed his finger to a ridge where the bottles seemed to come from. Victoria walked some steps back , trying to have a better vision of the hill, shading her eyes from the sun with her arm . It was useless, she couldn't see anything, besides more trees.

Her attention was then caught by the clothed demon proposition, as she dropped her arms.. She really didn't have anything else better to do, and she could see in his look the same curiosity that had now settled on the back of her head. “I can't see why not.[/color]” She said slightly smiling.

Victoria gazed now to the injured male, watching him as he would heal himself,realizing that his healing powers were much more quicker than hers, as a young demon her abilities weren't fully dominated, and would frequently be more inefficient or slower than older demons. “Who.” She felt his anger shivering down her spine, not blaming him for such, she knew that a similar frustration would take over her if she was in his shoes. She felt the urge to display her help to him out sympathy, in case he wasn't okay, even though he just cured himself in front of everyone but she thought it would be safer to just give him some space.

Regarding the naked man, she approached him , still trying not to look somewhere inappropriate and saird. “ Well, Kollin, I don't have any spare clothes... But, lucky for you, I have this.[/color]” She felt her pockets, looking for something, ending up reaching her left pocket and handing two crumpled cigarettes to him. Victoria didn't smoke regularly, she never made a habit of it, but now and then, when someone would offer her on a night out, she would accept and make an exception. She had a slight memory of some individual handing those to hers, not quite sure of the circumstances. “ I'm Victoria, by the way.[/color]” [/center]

[Chiha Tanka]

As Chiha walked along the creek bank he stopped and listened , hearing the sound of glass shattering he chuckled a little before stepping down into the water. Walking through the water he attempted to scare the fish into the shallower part of the water up a head where he could easily catch one. Looking in the water he saw nothing but small trout, a snack at best to him. Deciding to leave the fish alone and skip them for now he stepped up onto the bank. Listening carefully he could still hear them talking in the distance.

He made his way up the towards the mountain, still able to hear the voices of the humans he stopped. Turning to face the voices he heard, taking in a large breath of air he filled his lungs before he let out a long loud howl in the attempt of scaring away the humans. Howling usually worked, he did it plenty of times to scare away humans if they were in the area. Huffing once he listened to see if he could still hear them or not, squatting down next to a tree he waited.

While Chiha waited he wondered, how many exactly were in the area, he heard 3 voices maybe 4. He didn't count he just wanted to get away from them before they saw him. Hunkering down he expected a wait until he heard from them.

[Solemn Creed]

Sol exhaled, his body trembling, muscles clenched so tightly they began to hurt. He exhaled a second time and some of the pressure seemed to leave his body. Calm down, Sol told himself mentally while the voices attempted to stir him up into a murderous fury that would end the lives of every nearby creature, there is no need to overreact to this.

By then Sol's skin had begun to rip open, but with one last exhale, he calmed and the rips closed, leaving him looking completely normal. Now calmed, he glanced at the naked male. "I know." was all he said in response.

He turned to the other two, the female and the male with mismatched eyes, "Thanks for the help, but im not sure i want to see the face of the one who would dare harm me so," Sol smiled at them, but rather than being pleasant it seemed more predatory, "you might end up seeing an unpleasant sight." he finished.

Sol looked in the general direction the bottles came from and was slowly turning his head back to the others when he heard a howl of sorts.

His head turned back so fast that his neck hurt slightly and he had to blow a few stray strands of hair from his face. Sol peered into the woods but he saw nothing. Turning back to the others he flashed his signature grin at Victoria, "Im Sol, a demon." he said this to everyone, though he was looking at her.