Foxhound~

l hurt all over. Sleep didn't do much for my wounds. The strange animal that l found last night is gone, but when l crawl out of the crack, l find it curled up outside.

It looks like the metal animal that l wear around my neck. sharp ears, pointed nose, four legs and a bushy tail. Expect.....The animal rolls over and to my suprise l see that it's front leg and part of it's face is metal.  It snarls softly to me, but othewise ignores me. It's part metal, part non-living, and yet it's alive.

It doesn't even turn it's head as l come closer. l can see that there's something around it's neck. A band of animal skin with flat metal  tag, engraved with symbols that l don't reconize. l touch it and the animal flinches. The band it doing something to the animal. l draw one of the sharp tools, and neatly slice the band off. The animal jerks as if it has just woken up, looks at me, then quickly slinks off to the crack in the rock. l let it go, intent on exameing the band of animal skin. l run my fingers along the inside of it, then suddenly feel numb,like l can't feel a thing. It takes a huge effort to remove my hand from the surface. This is dangerous, but it may be useful and l put it away in a pocket of the cloth that l wear. 

l feel something. Something inside me, Something gnawing, something l need. Driven by the feeling, l gather my few things and desend the mountain, looking for something, l know not what. l hear footsteps behind me and see that the animal is following me, keeping a distance.

l see no harm in that, so l continue on. 

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It has been a few hours when l come across a trench in the land, l'm off the mountain by now, filled with moving, clear, substance. Something tells me that this is what l want. It's cold when l dip my hands into it then bring my face down to take it in. It feels so good. The animal has come down to drink beside me. It ignores me. 

l look up and see a endless span of land, and a figure. A person. Like me. The animal looks up and growls softly. l gentaly touch it on the head as l watch the figure.

@Juliet: It doesn't really matter, you can RP in any form. Some people RP in 1st person, some in 3rd, some in present tense and some in past. It varies from person to person. Do whatever you want!

Danae~

Winter. Snow. Coat. Rock. They are all very funny and beautiful words, I think, perched on my rock. Do the "we" know about them too? Do the "we" know about boots? Have the "We" seen Green? Unanswerable questions that fill my head are interrupted by an answerable one.

Why don't I have a name?

I should have a name. Coat and rock and green and snow and winter and boots- they all have names. Why shouldn't I?

Winter is the first thing that comes to mind. No, not Winter- Winters. But that isn't right. I can't be just Winters. All these things, they aren't alive like I am. They don't move unless someone makes them. I move of my own accord. I can talk. They don't talk back. No, my name has to be different... maybe two words?

I sit there wracking my brains for a very long time, more and more words filling my head. Blond. Abigail. Brunette. Mia. Mom. Dad. End. Bomb. Phone. But none of them sound right. I'm about to give up and just go as Winter when a small thought takes up my head.

"Danae..."

I sit bolt upright. That was it. I could feel it, the electricity couring through my bones. 

Danae Winters would be my name.

Are we all going to meet together at some point?

Rani ~ As I get up my dog starts to follow me. I sit down again, almost immediately and open my book. "Pe-rcy Jaackson." I trill. My dog whines. "Per-cy come." I tell him. He whines more, but says where he is. I flip the book open. "Lu-ke."" Lu-ke.""Lu-ke come. "I say. The dog roles over on his back and yelps. I look at the book again. "Her-mes come." The dog comes straight to me. I start petting him. He licks my hand.

I continue looking at the book. Strange words pop out. Cell-phone, caduceus. My mind is spinning, than everything goes black.

l was thinking that the figure that Foxhound sees is Anna, but cause y'know, Danie's leaving, it could be anyone's charrie.

Day- 

Blue all around, the view, the sky, the lake glistening right next to me. I stand up, stretch and catch a glimpse of black on the flat of my hand... My... Palm. Right my palm. D.a.y. Day Litllith. I have no recollections of my name or the instrument laying right next to me. Black with silver covering holes. With no idea what it is I place wood in my mouth and blow. My fingers fly with a life of my own, out comes haunting tones. A bright pink flower pops into my head and immediately think sister. Wanting to know more I try again. This time all that comes out of it is a piercing, splitting pain. Unable to think I roll into a ball to wait for it to end.

--------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------- Sorry it's so short. I have a project to finish! 

Rani ~"It's MINE."I say weakly. "And I don't know where I got it! Do you remember anything?" I say rather harshly. She looks as if I just slapped her. My dog goes right over to her and starts licking her hands. She looks shocked. "It's none of your business." She says coldly. "Then it's none of your business where I got this book." I say flatly, stalking off. My dog immediately starts to follow me.

Foxhound~

The figure turns and runs into the woods. They haven't spotted me. Should l follow? l haven't seen anyone else...So......

l carefully jump over the stream, and start running torwards the group of trees. The animal follows along at a distance. Now that l am closer, l can that the figure is a girl wih long white hair and somewhat short. She turns around at the sound of my footsteps. She looks startled.

"W-who are you? Do you remember?"

"Remember? What is there to remember?"

"Something happened. There was something before this."  She frowns. "Do you remember your name?" 

"No......What is a name? l call myself Foxhound." 

She sighs. "A name is like a tiltle, but l forgot my own." 

"l do not care about remembering. l care about surviving. What is the lay of this land? Where's good shealter?"

"But don't you want to know, about your pasted? Who you were? What happened? Why you can't remember anything?"

"Questions are not going to keep you alive." l growl. "l need to get moving before it gets colder. Unless." l pause. "You would like to come with me. But you can not slow me down or be cowardly."