Grimm frowns and his brow furrows "did I do something wrong" he whispered in her ear

She jumps blushing "no, I was wondering if I would be able to keep this torn one..."

Miles eyes the fruit. "Where did you get those?" He says longing. "I love mangos..." He quickly turns away embarrassed he had even asked.

Grimm smiled "you can keep them all I have hundreds" he whispered before turning his attention to Miles "I grow them" Grimm said motioning for the bird to bring him some mangoes "There Dorset favorite" he said as the birds dropped four mangoes into Miles lap

((Lets call the mangos something else XD Remember there are no surviving plants from the world before anything left is morphed and there isn't much of it :P Just remember that Esstella. She can have a few but not much unless she got it from other sources. Oh and hey guys sorry for being long thanks for not going on i just got off work))

Ragnar had been deep in thought. The prospect of treasure had really raised his interests. "Fine" he finally said after a while. "I will go, but i will hold you to the promise of treasure, and once I have it I will go." he said looking around. Groups were never his thing and he couldn't keep an easy eye on so many people. They couldn't be trusted. He eyed them all sighed. "I will travel a distance away, increases the area we can see at one time. You may not see me but I will be there." he said before heading forward without any reply.

The gunpowder gray horse trotted in front of the theif waiting for him to get in the saddle

Ragnar frowned. "I don't ride" he mumbled before going forward. "Hinders my ability to react to situations."

The gray Stallion whined and threw his head in anger but trotted back to Grimm who looked at the girl who was practically sitting in his lap "would you like to ride him" he asked "because if not we can depart now"

Miles looks at the deformed fruit the smell of it making him a bit sick. "Never mind..." He tosses the fruit the the side of the road. "Can we be off now?"

Raven ran through the trees as light and silent as a shadow. He didn't know where he was going or even why he did so. He had witnessed all sorts of being wounded and dead in the forest and he never cared. The rules were eat or be eaten, be strong or meet your end, But there was something about that man's injuries, something about how he stumbled through the wood.

From the moment Raven laid eyes on the man he could see he was doomed, and to a slow and painful end at that. The wounds weren't fatal by themselves but together they would certainly be. And the man was so helpless. He could do nothing about his predicament and would not receive help. All that was left to him was waiting. It was just like her...

"Stop it. It is none of your concern!" Raven muttered through gritted teeth. He was sick with himself. The man would die and nothing would change that so he should forget it.Raven stopped in a clearing and leaned against a craggy, grey barked tree covered in crimson lichen with a huge bushy crown of leaves the same color. Despite this menacing appearance it was a safe one. He took slow deep breaths clutching the silver pendent that always dangled around his neck. He needed a break and then he would continue the barely ending task of surviving in this altered world,

(First post sorry it took so long but was busy. Also not sure if it was mentioned but before the explosion he lived in the woods and continued doing so even after it mutated so I guess the co. will meet him there. I would prefer if Grimm didn't know much about him or didn't know at all if it is at all possible. Also the guy can have very descriptive and flowery language with a lot of vague and a bit poetic conceptions included, a bit unfitting to his depressed state and reserved personality but I can't do anything about my writing style. )