Stranded...

[The Past]

Geoff roared in pain as he dropped to the ground, panting and horrified.

[Angder]

Fout yelped and as the powder went in his eyes, he drops back onto the ground and rubs his eyes frantically frantically trying to stop the searing pain.

[Farewell]

The croc snarls at both and clashed his weapons making a loud roar
In the distance obviously not loud but enough to hear. Zardoff heard the roar he stood tall and gave a loud blood curtailing roar back that echoed through the whole island.
The croc smiled hearing his leader and the few tribals that were left began to tie the two up.

[Angder]

((We should wait for Chains to get back))

[Farewell]

((That 'twas my plan *flys away majestically*))

[The Past]

Geoff had no energy left to move. He eyed his bloodied knife laying on the ground out of reach.
"M-my knife..." he croaked, clenching the fingers of his right hand.

[The Past]

((Tybalt, you're such a butt. ))

[HollowOfHaze]

Waking up to the smeel of flesh still roasting, Galen opened his eyes to see what had become of last night's kill. Surprisingly, it was still intact, and from the feel of it as Galen sliced a portion of its flesh off with his claw, it was still palatable. The meat would not hold out for long, but the fire inside the corpse was still burning it seemed, but with much less intensity than the night before. Cutting the meat from the tail, he strapped on his pack and stepped outside the ship. To his right he saw the deer. The one who was supposed to find some firewood. The one who didn't.
"I'm gonna go ahead and guess that you did jack in terms of productivity last night, correct?", he said with a hint of expected disappointment.
He took a bite from the strongly flavored meat he held in his left hand.
"By the way, you ever see wherever Ray headed off to?"

[Chains]

I get up and quickly grab my chain. wrapping the chains around one furries neck I took the end and plunged it into his chest. jumping off his back I pull on the chain tightening the loop around his neck.

[Angder]

Fout Feels his hands get forced behind his back. he tries not to struggle too much as he is tied up, (that generally led to tighter knots) But also blinks frantically, trying to force the powder out of his eyes.

The fact is even if he got loose now, he would not get far while effectively blind.

[Farewell]

((Zardoff's clan isn't Cannibals, gosh that's Rolo's tribe get it right you jerky furbutt ))
The cheetah ran and slashed at chains while the others began to tie them up quickly.
The bull shot the large weapon, shooting a strong net with small sharp thorns at chains not caring for he furry he was choking.
Rolo's ears perk the large lion jumped up. "Kahya..." He says in his deep voice while sniffing and his large wings spread.

[HollowOfHaze]

"Great" he said, flying off onto the beach to get a better grip of the environment.

[Angder]

Fout tries to look over at Geoff, but is unable to see him. He feels the ropes tighten, and winces.

[The Past]

Geoff breathed audibly as he panicked, whimpering as the ropes were tightened.

[Angder]

((I know its a bad time, but I have to sleep and chains seems to have gone for now... so night all! ))

Fout shut his eyes as he heard Geoff whimper. he could not attempt anything with all these tribesmen around... he just had to hope chains could save them, or they could escape later on...