Aerandir mumbled angrily as he trudged, ankle deep in mud through the rainforest. Despite the ridiculous humidity, he still wrapped himself tightly in his forest green cloak, trying to keep the hungry bugs from feasting on his skin. He quickly ran his fingers through his golden-blonde hair, brushing the swarming insects out of his hair and face.

He had decided to travel through the Taurerosa Rainforest only because of the stories he had heard about it, but really, they're wasn't much to see. The ground was muddy and puddled, with the occasional unfamilliar plant shooting out of the ground, watered generously from the constant precipitation. Even now, a slight, warm rain fell, hitting the ground gently, and causing ripples in the small puddles gathered on the rainforest floor. The sticky mud on the ground reaked of something unfamilliar to Aerandir, and probably most people, coating his elven-made boots in the slimy brown substance. Trees shot up from the forest floor randomly and often, clustering closer together further from the path that Aerandir had been travelling for hours. There were green, brown and cream colored vines and fungi hanging from trees, and occasionally, oddly colored birds would flit from tree to tree, probably searching for food. Small insects swarmed, searching for whatever food they could get their infernal mandibles upon, including flesh, human or elven. Occasionally, Aerandir would hear the caws of birds, and the angry shouts of monkeys and other annoying animals, some of which startled him, catching him off guard.

But Aerandir didn't come to the rainforest for its unpleasant sights, but rather, to find an ancient civilization of creatures, and their golden city, hidden from many deep within the humid Taurerosa Rainforest. He was told that for anyone not of chaotic alignment, to enter this city would mean certain peril, but Aerandir hoped to prove these claims false, and enter the city, living to tell the tale, he was at an age of adventure after all, and this was his first time out of his home city. He didn't often see any intellegent race besides Elves and Humans, and he hoped to meet many more, even if it meant an encounter with the hostile Naga or Lizarians.

As he found his mind wandering, he also realised, a second to late, he was off his guard, as he tripped over something, and fell flat on his face, suddenly, he heard the shuffle of movement as a group of creatures, unseen to Aerandir, approached, tying him up and stripping him of his weapons, but leaving him with the dignity of his clothes, but still he felt rough, scaly hands pat him down, making sure he had no hidden weapons, but not bothering to look under his solid, Dragonhide Leather Armor, leaving him still armed with a single throwing knife. He spat fowl earth from his mouth as he felt his body lifted from the ground by the creatures, still unable to see, as his face was caked in sticky mud, filling his nostrils with an unbearable stench.

Aerandir went with them peacefully, as their was no reason to fight back, as they would likely spare him so long as he remained silent... or so he hoped.

((OOC: This would probably suit Talche'el better, but I usually make a topic in the location it starts in, whether it leads later into another area or not, since this may lead to Talche'el, later on.))

Running through the forest alone and unseen was her only time of serenity. Not pausing to appreciate the surrounding’s until she declined and felt cold liquid close around her and the feeling of her lungs not contracting in and out. Touching murky bottom kicked off and reached the surface. Gasping for air and kicking to stay above the surface, she felt her muscles lock and stiffen from the glacier cold of the clear reflective water. As she tread water she made her way to the ever seemingly far away shore.

Emerging from the water she laid in the grass shivering and shaking. She stood slowly and looked around cursing the damn river for getting in her way. The only choice now was to run and continue her practice of changing into the glorious yet frightening form of a Timber Wolf. Being a newly turned lupine she did not have the freedom to change at will, so far the only way she could take on the form is by force on a full moon, this did not help her chances of becoming stronger and less vulnerable to others that may become a danger to her.

Sniffing the air as she ran she tried to tap into all her senses and find prey, but so far all she could smell was the sweet aroma of tropical plants and the dancing breeze. Wind blowing through her hair and whipping around her face, she close her eyes and let her senses take over and lead her instead of her using her eyes. No sooner had she let her senses take over she felt a familiar hum flow through the body the sweet warm hum that was the very first stage of the change, she smiled to herself completely at peace.

As the second stage took play she heard a voice or more of a grumbling, she opened her eyes and stopped her running and change, not 10 feet away stood a group of grotesque looking reptiles, she saw that slim covered their whole body and their mouths help the stench of some dead corps in the ground. She started towards them meaning to try and help him but stopped dead in her tracks as she saw how many of them there really were, she sighed and leaned against a nearby tree. She would have to wait until the got a slight head start and then follow on there trail.

Aerandir lay limply and patiently for a while, helplessly allowing the creatures to carry him where ever it was that they were taking him. He still hadn't seen these creatures, as his face was mostly covered by the stinking mud on the rainforest floor. When he did try to open his eyes, he would see faint, smudgey outlines of obsurely human-shaped creatures with long tails trailing from their behinds. Their had long heads, but he was unsure if they long because of his blurred vision, or if they really were that lengthy.

Eventually, the creatures abruptly stopped, grunting out to eachother in their vile tongue. Aerandir, would have attempted to communicate, but he was unsure if the creatures could understand common, and even if they did, Aerandir spoke it slowly, with a heavy elven accent. They thew him onto the ground, propping him up against an object that, judging by the rough surface, was probably a tree trunk. He heard one of them let out a slow, vile laugh, and he guessed by the nauseating stench of its breath, its face was close to his own.

The creature wiped the mud from Aerandir's eyes and gave him a few moments to adjust his eyes. When he opened his eyes, he almost vomitted, as the creature held its elongated, scaly brown face inches from his own, close enough for him to feel the warm air of its breath pour from its nostrils and onto his face. The creature's mouth was twisted into a sickening smile, clear mucus dripping from the spaces between its clenched teeth. Their were three others like it. Tall, lizard like humanoids, rough brown and green scales covering their entire bodies. Their hands were twisted into cruel claws and their feet bearing similar talons. They each had long, snakelike tails, twisting behind them, like scaly whips, preparing to strike if necissary. They had small, beady eyes, and long faces, ending in a pair of nostrils, dripping vileness over their lips. Their mouths hung open hungrily, each of them revealing a long, forked tongue. These putrid creatures, he realised, were Lizarians.

"Do you... Speak common?" Aerandir asked slowly, in his thick elven accent.

The creature before him hesitated slightly, before standing to his full height, about six-and-a-half feet. "Yes, we do..." The Lizarian said slowly, in a deep, rasping voice.

"And why did you take me? Do you wish to eat me?" Aerandir asked unsteadily.

"No..." Replied the Lizarian standing before him, "we have something else in store for you, elf."

"What do you want of me?" Aerandir asked, his heart racing ferociously.

"Your heart..." The creature said greedily, and nothing more. The creatures grunted at eachother again, and one of them retreated further down the path, leaving the others to keep watch over Aerandir.

She watched as they stopped for the night, they began talking to each other in a foreign language, one that she did not know of, she strained to hear what the captured man said seeing as he was quit a ways away and he sounded a little weak from thirst. The man spoke and asked if the creature if it spoke any common and the gruff reply was a yes we do , and then she tried not to laugh as he then asked if they wanted to eat him and then the creature said in a sure tone that no they did not want to eat him they wanted him for something else entirely.

Their voices dropped lower forcing her to have to get closer, a little to close for her liking. But as she listened the creature said that what they really wanted form him was his heart. She was extremely curious to find out why they needed his heart but at that moment the twig she had been leaning on to hear better snapped and she went tumbling into the area in which they were resting at. She cursed and jumped up, ready to fight seeing as this was the only thing she had in mind that these creatures would want to do with her.

She ran to where the man was tied up and quickly untied him, but the minute he was released form the ropes she was hit in the hit and sent tumbling on the ground. The creature that was assigned to watch over him, and was making its way towards her at a decent pace. She quickly groped behind her hoping to find a weapon of sorts. Her hands found a stick of a nice size. She swung it around her head and aimed for the disfigured head. It made contact but seemed to do no damaged and didn’t slow him down at all, he just grinned showing her his teeth which were sharp as a quality dagger.

Swiping at her he shredded the stick she had just moments ago assaulted him with and gripped her arm twisting it to the point she thought it might break, screaming out of anger and pain she kicked out and hit him in his knee, he laughed roughly and twisted her arm until she did hear and feel it crack. He then dragged her by her broken arm and tied her up next to the man. She cursed again seeing that he was tied up again. All the creatures were around them now talking in tongues unknown, they were also pointing to her and grinning it was all she could do not to throw up, her arm had gone numb but she vaguely felt the shooting pain up her arm. Her body went heavy and she could not move any longer the pain had come back, before she slipped into darkness she twisted her head towards the man and whispered….”I’m so sorry.” And then she remembered nothing.