The Haunted Forest RPG

[Bantambird]

Ezria nods along lazily, his eyes falling shut. it takes longer and longer for him to open them. Until finally he doesn't. He relaxes into a long yawn as he sinks into the mattress.

The following morning, Zahir slowly warms up as the sun starts warming the building. He starts, opening one lazy eye, then shutting it, then opening both eyes, as if in protest. He groans a little bit as be unravels himself, then slides out of bed. Stretching out mightily, he unhinges his jaws in a monstrous yawn, then clicks them back in place. He'd love nothing more than to bask in the sun for a half hour to get revved for the day, but they had work to do. Splashing the sleep out of his eyes at the wash basin, he checks his teeth in the mirror and gets dressed for the day.

 

[Athaid]

Ezria's mouth hangs open, his drool collecting on the pillow. He snorts and brushes his nose with his knuckles, leaving his hand lying against his face. How can it be morning already..? He sobs in protest and rolls onto his back, opening his eyes and rubbing the sleep from them with his fingers. He blinks a few times and turns to face Zahir's bed. He's not there. Must be in the wash room.
"Hey. Snake boy! What time you call this?" His voice is dry and sore.

 

[Bantambird]

" I guess it's morning..." he turns to peer around towards the clock on the nightstand. " Looks to be about..7 in the morning. You know, the clock is next to the beds. " He grumbles a little. Snakes don't always wake up very fast. " Tell ya what wolf. Once we ready, we can get a tidbit downstairs, if you can stomach it, then start collectin info from the locals. Do you think you can scent him out if we find his trail? What's your sniffer like?"

 

[Garjzla]

(Happy Independence Day!)

('Merica!

)

"I want to leave the hunter for last. She will break down in tears. I can't wait to see them." Pyro sneered.

Mirus laughed a little, "She'll be so heartbroken. Her little animal friends won't be there to protect her helpless self."

 

[Athaid]

Ezria inhales loudly through his nose, pausing to wet his lips.
"Well I can't see you but I sure can smell you."
He raises his brows and smirks. "You know, there's this great thing called soap. Heard o' it?"

 

[Athaid]

He stretches his arms up above his head and lets them fall back over his eyes.
"Gimme a minute"
He grumbles.

 

[Bantambird]

" Washing up as we speak. Jus haven't got to the lather part." He soaps up, then rinses off, shivering as the cold water dripped from his skin. Realizing that he'd not want to distract from scenting the target, he obliges Ezria by scrubbing throughly. He sniffs his clothes... whew! He needed to wash his clothes! Making do, he scrubbed them in his bath water with the bar of soap he had scrubbed himself with, then took to the sink to rinse them out. He hung them up over the window curtains to dry. " Ya see that wolf? You happy, then?" He grinned." Wanna sleep in just a lil bit longer to let the clothes dry?"

 

[Athaid]

"Hmm.."
He lifts his arms and peeks out.
"It'll have to do."
He sniffs the air again. Dust. Sweat. Blood... Blood?
Ezria jerks up and grabs at his chest, panicking. He moves his hands over his body, patting himself down. Then he remembers the meat in his pocket. He closes his eyes and sighs, pausing to settle his heart. He scratches his neck and yawns.
"No. I'm up now." He growls.
Reluctantly he pulls back the covers and swings his legs off the side of the bed. He mutters to himself and lifts his arm. He pulls quickly away and screws up his face.
"E're don't be too long like. Never find 'Im over this stench." He gasps dramatically and pulls off his jacket, tossing it too the floor. Removing the meat first and hungrily wolfing it down. (Perdon zee pun ) He wipes his face on the back of his hand, smearing the blood across his cheek.

 

[Bantambird]

"Alright whatever," grumbles Zahir. He knows that the sooner they get on the trail, the sooner they get the results. He pulls on damp pants after giving them a few violent shakes to get the last droplets willing to let go to shake free. Since he had swallowed all his meat in one go, he wasn't particularly interested in breakfast, but probably wouldn't turn down a hot coffee or caffeinated tea. Pulling up his neckerchief, he says," lead the way wolf. The trail is too cold for me to follow, so I'm gonna follow yer lead. Perhaps we can ask the innkeeper if he seen anything? " He rubbed his chin.

 

[Bantambird]

( double post!!)