Stranded...

[Chains]

"So, why were you sneaking around?" I ask Fout.

[The Past]

"SO... w...w....which way are we going?"

"But I--"

Geoff paused. His eyes wandered as he tried to think about that.

"Uhhhh..." He shrugged and returned his hand to the back of his neck. "You... can decide... I guess."

[HollowOfHaze]

Name: Galen Arakisk
My late introduction is approved by the original poster of this thread, Zaida.
Species:Heraldic Winged Lion
Age: 17
Gender: Male
Clothing: Grey long-sleeved shirt, Blue plaid flannel jacket, blue jeans, hiking shoes. A small bronze medallion on a woven nylon chord.
Weapons: Hatchet, Wooden recurve bow(40lb pull weight), assorted broadheads and field tips.
Home:California
Job: Shopkeep in a small town near San Francisco, California.
Personality: Stern, analytical, minorly humorous at times.
Extra: Living in a human community, it became necessary at an early age to maintain an illusion of humanity. This was achieved through the use of a medallion containing magical aspects capable of  allowing a shift to human or fullform at need, with a direct correspondence between any given form and Galen's "true" body structure. The only issue relating to this near instantaneous ability to shift forms is a result of the issues associated with shifting: as human physiological resemblance increases, so does dexterity, but at the cost of some strength. He had considered attending a meeting of undisclosed importance in Liverpool, and this is the reason for his presence on the flight.


Current state: Semi-Conscious in the upper canopy of a tall tree several dozen meters from the crash site. Forehead slightly bleeding, and currently in a midform without wings.

[Farewell]

Zaida's tail stopped him as she ran north taking him along she slid to a stop once they were far enough. "Kolo, don't get near... He is crazy..."

[Farewell]

Zaida looked at him with a raised brow. "Why are you laughing... You almost died.." She said in a serious tone putting her bow back.

[HollowOfHaze]

There was blackness. Not much else. He remembered falling, falling, falling as he was sucked through the wreckage of the plane, plummeting towards the ocean.
A slight flicker of light, the partial unfurling of wings, and a collision much lighter than water would have produced, although still painful.
At this point, however, it seemed that the most important difference between an impact with water and one with his current location was the lack of... death.
Yes, his body ached, and a warm trickle made it's way steadily down his face, but he was without major injury, a certainty felt as he slowly opened his eyes to an inverted world.
Suddenly jolting awake, he dug him claws into the branches beneath, realizing his current location high above the ground.
Looking over his shoulder, his shirt was as he expected: torn to make way for his wings, apparently revealed in his fall.
Despite this, the jacket was fine, partially knocked off his back and undamaged.
From this vantage point, he took in his current situation, looking for any signs of life, and listening for the same.


(Hello Tybalt.)

[Farewell]

She leaned on the tree and huffed not talking but shook her head with disbelief, her ears laid back with frustration and she sighed and put her arrows back also.

[Farewell]

Zaida snarled and stood up embarrassed to speak before turning her back and walking off leaving him behind, she saved him and he didn't even paw one bit of respect. She simply shook her head as she walked off.

[HollowOfHaze]

Galen's luggage had apparently taken a similar trajectory to himself as he fell, although the impact's affect was absolute. Few things remained intact, save for the hatchet he had taken from his home for sentimental reasons, and the contents of his archery equipment case. "Definitely shock-tested" he though, constructing his bow and stowing it into it's appropriate slot in his pack, previously stored alonside his other equipment. His arrows were secured in their quiver at his back, his hatchet was holstered at his hip, and his wings were stowed again, to allow for additional maneuverability, as well as to spare his jacket the same fate as his grey shirt, now cut cleanly where his wings had been located.

Moving through the brush along the beach, he searched for anything of significance. Objects still usable, corpses, perhaps even a survivor or two. Anything to break the scene of a seamless beach scarred by a worn metal husk of a plane.

"How long was I out?" he thought.

[SadDubwool]

*Xiu looks at tybalt*"What did you do?"

[Farewell]

"No, I help and you give no respect..." The sergal huffed. "I give shelter, food, warnings, and help..." She said a bit angered.

[Chains]

I look to Geoff,
"Not sure where to go. I was just wandering, getting a fell of the area.

[SadDubwool]

*Xiu shakes his head slowly*

[HollowOfHaze]

Taking a moment to think, Galen shifted to his fullform, all items capable of damage by his increasing size being stowed in a blaze of light which flickered over his body.
"Never done this before, but hey, worth a try right?", he though, as he released as loud of a roar as he could.
It was not exactly ear-splitting in volume, but it was very well close to that.
He shifted back to his midform before fyling to the branches above, in wait of any person, hostile or not.
"Now we see who comes running."

[Farewell]

"I don't know, I just want to go to cave, I need rest. In morning I travel to new shelter." she sat on a rock looking at the small stream, dipping her feet in, her ears twitching from the roar, although it sounded like Rolo.