He sighs, putting his face in his hands in stress. He shakes his head, What am I going to do?

Forak grabbed an apple, then trudged off into the forest. Her eyes glanced around the scenery, before she got to a point in which she was out of sight. Quickly, she shed the uncomfortable and unnatural form, padding through the forest on black paws. Her seven eyes glanced around, nose sniffed, and ears twitched as she looked for any suitable form of life besides plants. She dismissed the squirrels and mice, knowing it would come close to the same sensation as she had when Reaping in her home realm.

((Open for interaction. If you want her to just stumble upon wherever you are, just hint at it.))

Every so often, Nick shakes the rain out of his hair, even though it was useless. Soon, the rain ceased, and Nick and Ian smelled like wet dogs. Whenever their hair got wet with cold water, that happened

(Piper's in the forest by a pond)

" Do you not like you're self? "

He can smell them, disgusted by the stench but at the same time loving it. Ian smelled horrible, but Nick smelled much better. He restrains himself from going over to them, instead, standing outside talking to one of his trusted guards. He snarls, hearing the report given to him. "Do you need me over there?" He asks quickly, beginning to pace, he runs a hand through his drenched, white hair.

"Yes, sir." His guard states.

"I'll be there as soon as I can." He states, hanging up and walking into the cabin, he passes Nick without so much as a glance. His posture was tense and his Aurora giving off his powerful position.

She shook her head and whispered, "no, not really." She brought her knees to her chest

" Why? "

Forak continued to stalk, pausing when she heard voices. Once again her warped her form, erasing all but two of her eyes from her head. She stalked forward, staring at the pond at which the human and werewolf sat. This realm is so strange... Forak didn't care if she was visible or not, as she scanned the area for anything bigger that wasn't as intelligent as the humans. Preferably, she would take a deer or a wolf, but it seemed that most were absent. The Reaper's breathing was scratchy and animalistic as her blood-red eyes continued to search.

Both the twins' gazes followed Caspian. Nick wondered where he was going, but Ian was just bored.