Stranded...

[The Past]

Geoff looked up at the sky with wide eyes, hearing the roar.

"**censor**... no..."

[Chains]

My ears perk.
"You hear that?" i ask looking around.

[Farewell]

Zaida was thrown to the floor. She growled and got up the tribe beginning to play drums loudly.
Zardoff grabbed her neck pinning her down and choking her. "One chance... Bring the bodies and I will accept you, or you can die a weak coward!!" He roared until Zardoff let go turning around to walk away.

[The Past]

Geoff gritted his teeth.

"You know what?" he huffed, dropping his spear beside the rock he sat on.
"I don't care. I di--I really don't care."

He crossed his arms.
"He can roar all the fff--damn hell he wants. He can be like--do--act--fugger can think he's all high and mighty, I don't give a bloody rat's tail! Forget him. Zardoff can suck my nnn--"

He punched his thigh, huffing furiously.

[Chains]

"Who is zardoff?" i ask.

[The Past]

((Zardoff is the leader of Zaida's old tribe. Zaida has told our characters about him already))

[Chains]

"Oh, him." i said.

[Angder]

Fout gestures at his tattoo. "I really don't want to meet him.."

[Chains]

"I bet i can take him." i said laying down.

[Farewell]

She snarled and grabbed a spear rubbing to him as the drums went louder.
Zardoff simply turned around grabbed the blade making is paw bleed. He roared throwing a kick towards her making her fly back, she got up and bit his arm but one hard slam to her head, she realized she was hanging from the edge with struggle feeling light headed.
Zardoff smiled. "Come back with their bodies, if not die as a weak coward" he foot was holding her wrists his claws digging in making her screech loudly with pain, and he let go watching her fall as he held his determined face and walked back to his throne.

[The Past]

Geoff glared at Chains, agitated.

"As long as we stay quiet, we can avoid him," he stated. "That means no guns. No... no... loud things... And we stick around here...u-until shit happens to... happen... ugh..."

He leaned forward, hugging himself. Getting angry only made him feel more ill.

[Chains]

"Loud things shouldn't be a problem." I said
"My guns are useless without any bullets."

[Angder]

Fout sighed. "Loud is not a problem if they come here to find us by tracking us..."

[The Past]

"How would they do that?"

[Angder]

"I managed it." Fout states simply. "If I can do it, and chains can do it. so can they."