The emperor tamarin had a horse and cart he took care of. A hand on his hat as he led the stallion of grey to their home. His wares, work table, viles, and the like all tucked into the cart. The male stopped at the boat he had gotten for him. The stallion seemed unsure, but finally pulled his cart onto the boat. Then, Bartholomew hopped upon the boat and off they went.


It took some time but the boat hit shore and he stayed upon it once he was sure it was tied. It was best to wait for them to come so he would not be in trouble for trespassing. So, on the boat he stood. Petting the side of his stallion as he did so.

[glow=#ac73d4,1,400]text[/glow]

The ocean waves lapped the shore. The sun was rising over the lands the many creatures and realms claimed. The white sands glistened in the faint rays of light and all was still. Or, at least it seemed as such. It was quiet until a faint splash broke the silence. Anyone looking would see the choppy waves had a single form upon them. Riding them on a hot pink surfboard, made by paw.

The splash heard was this boards rider leaping up onto it to catch the wave. Graceful. Elegant. Skilled. She rode the wave in a beautiful arc until the wave collapsed on itself. Sending the board coasting towards the shore. She would ride it until it slowed and then leap off. A vine tied to her form letting her tow it back out.

She rode until the sun was high above. Then, she came to shore. Slipping onto the land, the red velvet sphinx cat let her gills flair to expell the salt that was there before letting out a relaxed sigh. She needed that.

[glow=#f0e047,1,400]speaking[/glow]

The lion disregarded the border of his home, happily trotting into the misty forests as he had done several times before. He had been gone for about a year, and dearly missed his family. Even if he wasn't a homebody.

Before, he would have taken all the different paths, looked at the farmhouse and graveyard, but today he decided to head straight for town. Reaching a slow jog, he weaved under and around fallen branches, and over fallen logs.

And finally, coming into town, he grinned. "Im home!" he called out, catching the muted fear in many eyes. They still feared what he could do.

Alive.

He was alive even still and it was against the odds, really. So many vampire hunters failed. So many lovers lost to them despite his efforts. So much anger bubbling up in his jeart that he lost himself. He lost himself and took so many lives. The lives of mortals that deserved it. The families of the hunters erased from the bloodline of the mortal realm. Men, women, and children.

He kept their canines on his arrow. A date carved in each one. A reminder of what he did, but no one knew that. He hide his past from them all and he would take it to his grave. If he ever had one. Over a thousand years and still alive. He lost it all and was starting over for a third time. This time he hoped his enemies stayed long dead.

That was why he joined this group. He wanted a fresh start and he blended in nicely. For now, he was sitting alone. His arrow tucked away in his home. Watching the others silently.

[glow=#81817e,1,400]text[/glow]

Silence.

That was the only hint that he was there. His very form causing the few birds that found themselves lost here to fall silent. The leaders son moved silently along their volcanic homeland. The cracking of the dry ground under him making the three birds fly away screeching in panic. The adorned male stopped to watch them. The struggling feline in his maw protesting as he dropped them.

His eyes flicked down and he lurched forward. Sinking his fangs in and draining the life from the feline. Eventually the light faded from its eyes and the feeble struggles and pleas fell silent. The lion let go and licked his lips. Tail swishing slightly as he looked up at the fading light of the sun. Soon it would be night and he could stop hiding in what shadows passed him by.

Sitting in the shadows of the odd ledge, he would simply watch the sunset in silence.

[glow=#ffffff,1,400]speaking[/glow]

Carnyx Ridel.

A thing of beauty and yet cowardess. The snow leopard moved casually along the lands with her new friend in tow. Each step guiding them closer to the cold realm she sought. She hoped they would be welcomed as she loved the idea of the cold weather. She wanted to be where she could just thrive for once. That wasn't do wrong, right?

Right.

Stopping on the boarder of the Frostguard, she turns her head to look back at Jack. The silent and masked male was not far behind. She turns her head forward as she shoots her voice out to his mind via her telepathy. Almost home, Jacky boy. Just hang in there. She would slowly take a seat and wait for him to sit beside her. Once he did, she would wrap her tail about him and lean on him to help warm the not so cold weather beast.

And there the duo waited.

[glow=#99f0cb,1,400]speaking[/glow]

A feline prowled around the Fighting Pit, sharply watching from afar those training, their red-blue eyes chips of ice as she absorbed every move, every spray of blood, and every distant whimper. She loved this place, it was the one place she could relax, unwind, and not be talked to for a short while. The one place where she never thought about her, her beloved wi-

The one place she could relax.

Tail flicking as she watched and criticized internally, their claws sheathed and unsheathed. Their thoughts filled with finally catching, and avenging S-

Growling, Claw jerky stood and stomped down to the pit. It was about time she took some anger out on someone.

At last, here she was. Her hooves dug into the ground as she trod carefully across the outer edge of the island, eyeing the surrounding terrain, waiting for any sign of life.

The three eyed deerwolf wasn’t stupid, as much as she looked small and unassuming; she knew there would be someone there to find her, and more than likely, they would not be friendly. She was prepared for a fight, though hoped it wouldn’t come to that; she had other plans.

She didn’t speak, purple eyes flickering in all different directions, searching for signs of movement. She lingered at the edge of the island; there was no scent line, of course there wasn’t. Nobody seemed to know they were there, why would they need borders?