Shifter RPG

She breathed. Her body ached from her adrenaline rush. Her mind was racing. She didn't want this. It was his fault. It hurts. It all hurts.

Archaea looked down at her. Her breathing was a bit painful, or so it sounded. His thoughts wandered to home and then ceased again as a lone cricket chirped in the night.

She curled up and shivered, though she wasn't cold. She eventually fell asleep.

"She's asleep," he whispered to himself, descending softly from the tree. He looked at her, a passing glance of sorts, and strolled through the trees with the grace of a cat despite his injuries.

(New Icon. It's Diff. It's bad quality why? ....i forgot a neck......ULTIMATEFAIL) Difference lay soundlessly sleeping, unaware of his movements. Her mind seemed in a rush when she fell asleep, therefore, she had no dream that night. Though she would be happy about this later, she did not look content now.

Quite a ways away now, Archaea leaned against a tree to watch the sun rise. It would be a while from then, but he couldn't fall asleep if he tried anyways.

She awoke to a cold breeze. Shivering, she shifted, realising her humsn hair was matted with dirt. "Lump this," (ROLF NO.) She said, shifting her hand into wolf form and cutting her pony tail with her claw. (Sharp claws oAo..) Then she fell back to sleep. (Idk im hyper...)

Archaea heard a rustling behind him but disregarded it as the first pinkish gold of the early sun poked over the horizon. He smiled.

Hours later, Difference woke up. She saw that Zebra wasn't near, but she could sense him not far off. "D**n you, early risers."

Archaea hadn't wandered far out of the forest, but he had gotten to the point that the trees were thinning.
He wondered if his little unhappy guest would want to come along any farther. He had places to go, people to see.
A desert to search.

She sighed, getting up and brushing herself off. She stretched and yawned, then shifted and dashed after Zebra.

Oh well there she is now.
"Good morning,"

She gave him a skeptical look. "Where are you planning on going?"

He narrowed his eyes.
"I know you now, you're going to tell people." The unspoken sentence 'you're going to ruin any chance of peace' hung in the air as if enveloped by a spider's web.

"Ah, you catch on quickly." She sat down, half-grinning. "Guess I could stick around for a while longer. Unless you'd rather this turn into something nasty, and with that wound of yours, I wouldn't."

"You're a rather nasty person already, it seems." He said, undaunted. He pulled his cap down, as if to engrave his words into history.

"...Some dramatic moment for you it seems?" she noted, half laughing. Shifting human, she yawned and rubbed her eyes. "So, really, what now?"

"I can't trust you," He was almost set in stone.

"Glad you got that in your head, now, this conversation is going nowhere..."

"Fine, too." He looked out at the fresh sun and started off, risking a glance backward.

She tilted her head curiously at his gaze. Then, shifting wolf, she bounded up to him and fell in pace beside him. (..Lumped up teenager thats for sure.)

Archaea was surprised at first, but as time passed and the forest fell behind them, he gradually found himself asking her if he could really trust her.

She gazed at him. "I do things for the thrill, really." was all she said.

She hoped she got the point through.

She doesn't like explaining much.

He sighed and pointed. Off in the distance was the foreboding desert.

"..." she said nothing. "..You have water, I hope?"