Stranded...

[Chains]

(Sorry guys, i had to help take care of my nephew. also, not sure if I will be here for a while tomorrow. I am going out of town and I might not have internet to come on. I don't know what to do since I seem to be one of the important characters here.)

[The Past]

Geoff could barely believe what was happening right now. He wished it were a dream. He wished he could wake up. He was dizzy and ill. His brain felt fuzzy and his vision darkened and blurred. He shut his eyes and tried to tune everything out...

[Angder]

((OK, I will stay on for another half an hour or until the situation is resolved then))

[Chains]

I followed the scent of Geoff and fout. Finding them tied up.
"ps, Geoff" I called i a whisper.

(I could have you use my character until I get back or if I do have internet.)

[Angder]

((You missed Zaida's post))

[Chains]

(what happened?)

[Angder]

((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.

((Most notably the bull))

[Chains]

I was able to dodge the arrows going and using the Fur as a meet shield. I went walked my way over the the Geoff and Fout. letting go of the fur and attacking the one that was tieing the two up.

[Angder]

((It was a net not arrows))


((Also I really can't afford to wait to sleep, I feel kinda terrible right now... sorry about that, night all))

One of the tribesmen tying Fout up stumbles due to the events behind him, and accidentally kicks Fout in the head, knocking him out.

[Chains]

I am able to get out, but not without having to leave Geoff behind, I look back.
"sorry guys. I'll save you!" I call back before running off. I was no match for these fur.

[The Past]

((Looks like Fout and Geoff are for-sure captured. But I think that's good because we can continue on our own problem until Chains gets back from real life stuff and sets out to find and free them or whatever. ))

[HollowOfHaze]

There was little in the way of salvage remaining on the beach. Most of it was seemingly swept to sea, or removed in one way or another.
"Maybe some other survivors got to it?" thought Galen, as he noticed an article of luggage by the crash site, opened in haste with a thin layre of dust and dirt over its contents.
Stringing his bow once more, he went inwards towards the island.
Considering that his last catch had most likely expended all its flammable material from preserving its own corpse, his plan tonight was to find a similar animal, kill it, and preserve the fuel as soon as possible. It would more than likely serve a good purpose during his time here.
He entered the shade of the trees, nocking another arrow and proceding onwards.

[Farewell]

The crocidile begins to walk with the other tribals. It could take days until getting back to Zardoff due to it was already late, once they got far they stopped at a large tree to rest for the night.
Zaida was in the pond's secret small cave that was just behind the waterfall for privacy.
Some animals came out during the night, but so far it wasn't that late.

[Chains]

I return to the base, to formulate a plane.
(IF I can get internet I'll let you guys know.)

[HollowOfHaze]

Galen slowly flew back to the ship, bow in one hand, and another one of the pale orange incendiary animals in the other.
A thin trail of smoke rose from several smoldering feathers on his right wing, and his face had streaks of ash in several places.
The creature, which Galen had named an incinerator, had been sliced along its underbelly, and the leathery fuel sack was removed and held by the same hand as the rest of the animal.
He landed in the sand next to Tybalt with a considerable impact, and threw the smoking, yet still edible, corpse into his arms with some force.
"You have NO idea what these little bastards are capable of."
Galen flew to the top of the ship's overturned deck, sitting to catch his breath and unstring his bow.
A faint pillar of smoke was rising in the distant regions of the forest.