La Rosa de los Vientos [Open]

[Acheron]

Numb. As he slowly came to, Acheron realized that he was sprawled out on his back....and that something was poking annoyingly into his arm. With a groan, his cold grey eyes fluttered open, only to close once more when faced with the sun's rays.

Letting out a low growl, he rolled over and pushed his upper body up from the ground. Settling for a kneeling position, he rubbed his eyes with a darkly tanned hand and looked up, eyes widening in surprise as he let his hands drop to the side.

"....Wha....W-Where am I...?!" he shouted as he quickly looked around him, taking in the sight of big trees all around.

"This....what..." he groaned and held his head with his right hand, "...I....I'm not in the city anymore....but then...where..."

A flash. His mind brings up the image of another man, tall and lanky, coming towards him. Then another flash, and a pair of mismatched eyes were suddenly glaring down at him…one silver, one gold.

He shook his head….Yes…he remembered now… He was minding his own business, looking for some food before some guy attacked him and they started wrestling on the ground…then…there was a light…and then…

Nothing.

Running a hand through his dirty, dark brown hair, he noticed something a few feet away from him. His eyes slightly widened in recognition….

“You….”

[Casandra Lightheart]

Cas had learned not so long ago that the falls were a place for relaxation and good memories not bad ones. That was where she found herself now.

Kjay was right beside her he was sniffing the air. The large black wold began to alert her to another person there. He was in front of her in a heart beat blocking her path until she placed a hand on the back of his neck.

"Kjay relax."

The voice came from a tall woman with long red hair. She looked over at the man that was getting up from the ground. He seemed very confused, she had seen it a few times before. She answered his question.

"You are in the forest near the Tel'Ranaemyn Inn. I am Casandra, this is my protector Kjay."

She indicated the wolf siting at her feet between herself and where the man was now keeling.

[Sage Ugr]

What the hell happened? One second he was engaging the target and the next he was waking to some barbarian shouting in his ear. Letting out a groan, one long pale arm shot out towards the source of his annoyance, only to encounter nothingness.

The inability to hit anything served to annoy him even further. With a growl he sat up and opened mismatched eyes only to close them again with the sudden onslaught of sunlight and a brief flash of greenery.

Where was he? His answer came in the form of a rather familiar voice: “You….” The target. His mismatched eyes flew open, determined against the sun's rays to glare at the guy kneeling a few feet away from him. "You! What did you do!?" In a flash he was up and lunging for the other's throat.

[Casandra Lightheart]

Cassie was in the middle of speaking to the confused dazed man when she saw the other man. She had seen this all to often, people who just appered in Rhydin out of thin air with no way to return to where they came from.

The second man started to lunge for the first one.

"Stop it you two fighting is not going to solve anything. Nither of you sent the other here."

Her voice was raised. She removed her hand from Kjay.

"Stop him."

All it took was thoes two words from Cas and the large black wolf was jumping up at the second man trying to knock him out of the way.

[Acheron]

"You are in the forest near the Tel'Ranaemyn Inn. I am Casandra, this is my protector Kjay."

He blinked once he heard the voice and turned his head up to look at her, the words "red" coming to mind first.

Hearing a man shout, Acheron snapped his head back in front of him to see the emerald-haired man lunging for his throat. The female raised her voice before a large black animal blurred right past him towards his attacker.

His mind happily supplied with the words "wolf", filling him with a sense of familiarity. He shakily got to his feet and felt something furry make its way from his cargo's pocket into his shirt, coming out of his collar and poke its nose with his own.

He blinked at the little raccoon, "Ura", he said, before the raccoon made his way out of Acheron's shirt and sat on top of his head, looking at the display in front of him.

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