OoC: Wolfie! I love to ride! And don't you mean lead mare? Lol, alpha works to I guess, but I think of that as more of a doggie thing. But I ride a 15.1 Chestnut Arabian gelding with a flaxen mane, but normal chestnut colored tail. I love him dearly, even if he is my aunts. But I'm getting a baby next spring!! =D I can' wait! Well, I have to I guess, but I'm so excited, if you couldn't tell xD. But the baby with be 1/4 Arabian 1/4 Mustang and 1/2 Friesian. o3o I can't wait to see if he/she will be black or bay....

Madly sprinting through the woods, Adrik wondered if Lyora could even keep up. He had no worries about Kyrian, being that he was a shifter, but the poor human girl would probably have trouble. Slowing to a jog, he glanced over his shoulder. Seeing neither Kyrian nor Lyora, he groaned in frustration. Where did they go? He wondered angrily.

OoC: Mare, that sounds like fun! I have a goal in life to go on a mission trip. =)

OoC: ::tackle-glomps:: Mare! You got all my hopes up, I had thought someone posted. ='D

OOC: Okay here's my post: Mare, after having being hidden for hours in the shadows through th whole roleplay, launches herself at Silent randomly and yells "Do something!!! Do something already!!!" ;D Okay, okay. Maybe that's not my post... 

Ugh. My font won't change. -sobs-

BiC: Trinity sighed for the tenth time that morning, her mind completely blank [much like mine :P]. She sat down on the small barn floor and leaned against the wooden wall. She absentmindedly played with a piece of hay with her fingers. Though her eyes were staring at Silent's face, her mind was elsewhere. Of course, she had no idea that she was staring at Silent and didn't know what creepy effect it had. 

OOC: Sorry for the epic fail-ness. :P  

OoC: That is not epic failness, this Role play has just come to a major road block, that's all. With time, it will all get better.

With a feral groan, Kyrian wondered if Lyora was even trying. Deciding that she was a big girl and could fend for herself, Kyrian sprinted after Adrik. There were minimal broken branches and foot prints to follow, but Kyrian had had lots of practice, and managed to keep on Adrik’s path. Noting that the prints were no longer as far apart, or noticeable, Kyrian slowed because that is what Adrik had done. In a matter of minutes, Kyrian spotted the rough hide jacket that Adrik wore. Keeping silent, he crept up to the other shifter.

“Where have you been,” Adrik hissed while Kyrian slipped up beside him. Adrik didn’t even need to look back to know who it was. When his remark was met with Kyrian’s pale blue Siberian husky, which glowered at Adrik, he merely sighed. “Never mind, I think I found them.” He barely breathed the words, as he jerked his chin to the right, signaling that the leech king and Cyri should be just over there. Suddenly, Adrik noticed Lyora’s absence. “Did you leave her?” he asked with astonished anger.

With a hard stare, Kyrian simply rebuffed, “Much like you did.”

Silenced by the true remark, Adrik only hoped that Lyora would either find her way to them or go back. Like a smart girl would, but she’s much too devoted to the leech. Motioning Kyrian into silence, which he seemed to be good at already, Adrik crouched down, and started toward a small, brushy spot where less trees grew. It was where he thought that the two would be. And he was right. Softly spoken words drifted to his ears.

“Cyris, dear, why don't you run on ahead. I'll catch up?” a definite male voice said.

A stubborn feminine voice replied, “No. I'll stay with you.”

Kyrian almost choked when he heard Cyri, no Cyris. That bastard is calling her Cyris, which means he made her his queen. Despair clenched in his heart and fear that he had truly lost Cyri made his stomach roll with nausea. Looking at Adrik with defeated eyes, Kyrian began to pull back. There is nothing to save now, he thought.

Adrik latched his hand onto Kyrian’s wrist, “Don’t give up.”