Angel: "you heard her Demon.' i nudge his side with my foot. he turns and bites my shoe. "he hates being told what to do." i chuckle, but end up coughing.

Roe: i walk toward the town. "this way." i tell the nightmare.

Demon: i nod. i was not a horse but a creature of darkness, and night. i put all other horses to shame.

Healer:
We lifted the man onto his horse- sorry, Nightmare, and everybody got into positions around the mare. I stood on the left of him.

Nikki:
Once we got the man onto the horse, I thought, How rude an I? I never asked for his name! "Sir," I said in my sweetest voice, "what is your name? Mine is Natalie, but everyone calls me Nat."

Angel: "I am Angel Theta. But you can call me Theta. And this is Demon." I lean on his neck.

Roe: "and I am Roe."

(Is there magic?)

(Yep!)

(Yay!)

Winter fastened her dark blue cloak and pulled the hood over her head, shadowing her face. "C'mon Frostbite, misewell see what the commotions about," She wound down the dirt path toward town, having heard the noise all the way from her house. Once she reached the town, she found it empty, with only a few townspeople milling about. Weird. Wonder what happened. She turned and saw a firey horse walking down another street along with a wounded man, and two girls. Shape-shifting into a ice wolf, like Frostbite, she followed them at a distance, not too surprised to see the horse. Could they have magic too?

Kitty skipped down the street, her black cat at her side, and a few fireflies flying around her head. She hadn't noticed the screams, and was happy. She stopped at the bakery and bought a sugar cookie, greeting the man behind the counter cheerfully. He smiled at her and returned the greeting. She sat on a bench outside the shop, nibbling on the cookie and giving bites of it to her cat.

Roe: I can feel the presents of another magic user. "Well hello there." I turn to the dog. "What are you doing so far north?"

Natalie :
As we were walking back to the village, two wolves with white fur came up to us. "Hi there!" I said to them as though they could understand me. I have a habit of doing that to animals. I had a theory that they could understand us, but they replied with actions and emotions rather than words.

Angel: "hello... I don't think I ever left though." I smile weakly at my joke

My fur bristles and I tense. "North is not my home." I growl simply, barking softly and Frostbite trots to my side. As I thought, they can see that horse, and me, and Frostbite for who we really are. Or at least that one man. I'm not so sure about the girl.