Well, there's no denying it- there is undoubtedly no safe way to get off the sodding island. At first it had seemed clear how to get across from Haven Island to wherever they were now; he had a literal pet dragon, dragons have wings, he could carry them across, right? Wrong. It had become clear that Clyde's fat arse was too heavy for the creature even on his own, and while Charlie could teleport at will, that didn't do much to help the aforementioned wolf, because his beastie would have absolutely no trouble bringing Conrad anywhere, his only worry in that department being that Bill might just eat the rabbit.

Anyway, in the end they'd managed to build a rickety little boat that was stable enough, somehow, to support Conrad and Clyde, while Charlie himself hopped between the boat and Bill's back occasionally- because though Bill was a dragon, he wasn't an overly large dragon, and he needed to rest his muscles from carrying a feline almost the same size as him sometimes.

Nevertheless they eventually made it to the further islands- no idea what they were called, mind you, or who lived there or if anyone lived there at all until they made it to the shore and the combined scents of several others hit him full in the face over the smell of sea salt and Conrad's breath- veggies and other rabbit foods really did smell awful, did you know?- and with a foreboding sense of dread, Charlie thought that maybe they'd just found another of the ridiculous clans- Charlie had always been a bit of a lone wolf, figuratively of course, until he'd found Bill, Clyde and Conrad, and even then he didn't fancy large crowds all too much.

Whatever, they couldn't really go back now, could they? The current wouldn't allow it, just keep washing them back up here. He sighed, stepping off the boat and onto the shore while eyeing various dangerous looking plants wearily... This place didn't look friendly in the slightest. "Come now, you two, and stay away from those plants- and my satchel, Clyde, I can't see you but I know what you're thinking."

STHENO

It seemed more crowded on the island - probably the foliage. Could have been the people, but most probably the foliage. Stheno had been resting on a rock, coiled up with impossible (from normal standards) flexibility, getting warmth from the sun. The sound of voices was what aroused her from her rest.

Slinking off the rock, she followed the voices until she saw the group, and hid among the foliage as she watched them. They were a peculiar bunch, and it made Stheno chuckle in a musical manner before stepping out before them. "Hello, strangers."

Charlie was no stranger to the pair's teasing. They were mischievous as any, with cunning and ambition and a botched sense of loyalty, and it had taken him some time to get used to their antics, but at this point it was second nature. Still, they could be fairly irritating- especially, in Conrad's case, within the presence of strangers. He was a rambunctious little rabbit with an overbearingly charming appearance and his hyperactive behavior always seemed to fluctuate, although highest when discovering new places or new people.

Suppose that's why Charlie snorted, affronted, at Clyde's reply. Well he'd never know if there was anything valuable in his satchel because apparently he'd never had the decency to look, but in reality there were several gold coins stashed inside the leather bag, although thinking about it perhaps Bill might have tried to burn Clyde's tail off if he went anywhere near his treasure- dragons were particularly finnicky about who touched what belonged to them, and Bill did have quite the short temper.

Though he didn't have much time to reply to Clyde's mood-dampening bitchiness or Conrad's irritating teasing, for he quickly caught site of not one, but two other creatures that the rabbit and the wolf hadn't, one of them being a particularly odd looking creature- a mixture of a snake, judging by the hood and the scales, and a feline perhaps. "Daft idiots. There's two right there, now stop trying to look sophisticated- everyone within a mile radius can tell you're tramps." he scoffed, tail lashing as he prepared to respond to Conrad, and then the other two creatures.

"And yes, Conrad, I do find it too dangerous- because if you look closely, that lady over there is highly venomous, and several of these plants are carnivorous, you fool." well, Charlie had always had an affinity for strange things, and he'd learned about carnivorous plants as a child, regrettably, and well- snakes weren't all too different from dragons really, were they? 'cept that can't fly or walk.

Now, it was quite obvious that Charlie was the oldest and the mother-hen of the group, which by rights also made him the leader, so he stepped around Clyde and Conrad and introduced himself politely, hoping the other two wouldn't say or do anything to get them bitten by miss snake lady. "Hi, er... I'm Charlie, Charlie Warren, and these are my younger brothers, Clyde and Conrad, and the dragon over there is my pet, Bill. Truth be told, I have no idea where we are- Conrad was the one who wanted to come." he spoke, tail curling around his hind leg anxiously, his left ear twitching.

Bill, a small, red dragon with a long body and several golden, feathery whiskers poking out from his face, spine and hips, moved to clamber clumsily onto Charlie's shoulders and wrapped himself around his neck like a scarf, staring at the little kodkod. His hiss could be heard from several feet away, and his whiskers shook, the sound not unlike a rattlesnake.