The forest creatures held their breathe as the small band of treasure hunters marched through the thick jungle. The fell tree after tree on their path so that they could manage fitting their wagons through. The murdered many of the jungle's creature for nothing more than their coats. They captured the young in hopes of selling them back home. Never had the forest housed such barbaric men. No nature loving man could ever allow them to live.

It was the rumors of the Fountain of Youth that drove them into these woods. They hoped to bottle its magical water and sell it to the highest bidder. Eternal youth would doubtlessly and a pretty coin to their purses. It also didn't hurt that they would make a fortune on the furs and young that they had hunted along their way.

Unfortunently for them, they did not pass through unobserved. The Val'istar was on their trail with a deep hatred for those who would defile the beauty of nature. The Val'istar was a mage who had made an oath with Liara, the Goddess of Nature, to protect her child. In return the Val'istar had been granted more power than he could ever have dreamed of.

He was now catching up to his prey fast. Their need to level the forest as they proceeded through the forest slowed them down. The Val'istar's light steed also provided some help to his pursuit. He would catch them soon and lay those who dared disturb the peaceful surroundings into their graves.

((OOC: Anyone may join, but it won't really be the Fountain of Youth. You may join and help me, or kill the innocent being of the rainforest and receive my wrath.))

Blood and smoke filled the forest as critters both big and small fled from the unwelcome strangers. Men marched from tearing down the forest as they stepped over the dead. Their foolish pride blided them. They actually considered themselves the dominent race. There was at least one in the forest who would not let this group of monsters pass.

"Look at that," one of the aliens said, "it's a snake man."

A group was crowded around a dead nagas admiring the body and thinking about how much his carcass would fetch back home. They poked and prodded it having no respect for the dead. It was not human so to them it never even had a life.

Suddenly the sound of a twang echoed through the trees. "Aaah!" came the cry as a man fell dead feathered by a bow.

"Release him and leave," came the deep calm voice. "Do this or I will feather more of you." The voice sat hidden in a mysteriosu fog that had appeared out of no where. One might even call it magical.

Anesuri had been trudging through the forest ever so slowly. The life of a wanderer truly proved to lead him to many places, this strange forest being one of them. His wings were not visible as he walked, for he had gotten quite tired of them scraping against the trees and such. His white garments were turning a slight shade of green in areas that had consistent contact with plantlife. Still, it was actually quite a nice day; one which Anesuri could say that he was enjoying. But in about the last five minutes or so of his walk, he had been hearing a faint rapping sound. He had continued on anyhow, but it began to grow louder as he continued.

Anesuri soon realized that he was headed in the direction of these noises. Now he could hear the squeal of an animal, and he thought it very odd. Stepping through the branches of two very thick trees, he saw the source of the strange noises. He didn't walk any further, for he was not in the mood to interact with them, although he was displeased with their behavior. Either way, he had no business in this affair, and so he turned to leave.

"Aaah!"

Anesuri heard a yell from behind him, and he wheeled around. He watched as one of the men fell to the ground, an arrow impaled into his flesh. Anesuri looked around for the source of the weapon, and he saw a strange fog of sorts. Then someone spoke. Anesuri listened carefully, and he began to walk toward the men and the fog. It seemed as though there was one in the forest who would fight these poachers. And so, the little angel decided that he would try and settle this dispute before something bad happened.

"You should leave." Anesuri said as he came into a close range with the others. "You have done enough here." He was not sure how the men would take it, but if they did not comply, then there would certainly be an issue. The bowman to Anesuri's right did not seem to be the kind to employ patience into his arrows.

Shalura walked silently in the forest admiring the way the leaves swayed in the wind and the way the birds sang at each other, she heard a loud crash and the birds scattered. Shalura turned to the source of the noise and ran towards it leaping into the air and spreading a pair of bright blue wings and flew above the tree tops, she landed in a wide path that had been cut through the forest, Shalura could see fresh tracks in the mud, her ager boiled in her. She hated men who destroyed buety, so it had come of an even reater releif when she learned she was half dragon and not human after all. She follwed the trail sething silently to herself. But by the time she caught up with the men one was already dead and a fog hung in the air infront of her.
"This is too wierd" she said.
She transformed into a small bird and fluttered up to a tree and observed the men from there ignoring the angel and feeling more anger at the sight of a dead nagas that looked as though it had been recently prodded.
"If I didn't kill exept in self defence I'd slaughter them now" she seethed to herself transforming back into her human form and resisting the urg to draw her bow and shoot them all down now.
She leaped higher into the tree and crept along the branch until she was directly over the group of men staring in fear at the mist, Shalura could partly see through it but not completely, it was the same kind of fog that she could summon up when she wanted to escape from something.
"Somethings afoot here" she mused "now I wonder what's in the fog"
She heared a crack beneath her and leaped over to an opposite tree as the branch she was standing on broke and began swinging on a splinter of wood.
"God damn it" she cursed "why can't I be more discrete"
She sat back on the branch she was currently on hoping that nobody had seen her but she doubted that greatly, just incase she tranformed into a small squirrel and ran to the end of the branch looking down and twitching her nose to seem a little more convincing.
"God this is embarrassing" she thought to herself.