**Fantasy**

((What eves. It's all the same. Oh the cat understands everyone.))
I was clawing at the bark of the tree. 'I would recomend not trying to eat me if you care for your life. So why you hanging out from our camp over there.'

"Ok, then. As soon as the cats...um Rina, done with whatever she's doing she go kill us something."

"Well, i'm, observing it, making sure they'er not bandits or something like that. I Don't feel like being robbed.

"I'm still here!" I said, briefly hanging upside down from a branch to show my presence.

"As you can see, she's in and out." I wish I knew more about this girl.

"Suit yourself. Well then I must fetch food for master. You may follow me if you ever so wish. You'll regret attacking them." I padded off in search of some birds or rabits.

"As I've said before, my name is Karliah. I was born and raised in a country you've never been to and will never get to see. You already know what I do. Is there anything else you'd like to know about me?" I asked, affecting complete innocence.

"Any specific reason why you are following me?" She presented herself fairly forward but she was holding a lot back. My cat padded over and dropped to rabits and a bird. "Which one of you girls likes to cook."

"I told you already, you have a large bounty on your head and I am here to make sure it's difficult to attain." I said, sounding almost as if I was about to laugh.

"Why is this?"

"Because I enjoy it. Why else would I do it? I could make more money being a regular Bounty Hunter."

"Strange. So your in a way protecting me."

"You believe that, if it will help you sleep at night." I said, cocking my head to the side for a moment. "Any other questions?"

"Nah."
((We'z need a Tiana))

((I will post when I can.))

((Yay. No pressure just saying, we need you at this momment. Not much else too do.))

The cat had returned to the camp and i heard the black angle looking person ask wich of the girls he was with cooked. 'Now's as good a time as ever.' I thought. I turned human and took a few steps forward, making some noise on purpose and said, "I can cook." 'May as well seem like a normal idiot.' I thought.

I glanced over my shoulder. Standing and drawing my sword in one fluent motion and poited it at him. "Who are you?" My voice was cold and harsh.

"Woah! Calm down, i'm just an adventurer." I said, resisting the urge to put my hand on my sword or dagger. Instead i crossed my arms, though they didn't know it, that at least put my hand near my dagger in my tunic. (It has a deep v cut that almost reaches my stomach and the dagger is a bit below my armpit so as to be easy to reach and hidden.) "Though, your aren't the average wanderers." I looked at his wings and the dark elf standing near by.

"No we aren't." Yet another stranger had appeared. My life really was getting strange. I could tell that he relaxed a little when he crossed his arms. He probably had a hidden weapon somewhere on his torso, though I wasn't sure of where or what. I tilted my head towards the fire. "Then cook"

I glanced at the cat as I pick up its catch. "Do you have any cooking supplies? Because I don't." I pulled out my dagger (the one at my side of coarse) and started skinning the rabbit.

I smiled and pointed to the woods. "Yeah, sticks."

"Nice." I said dryly. I grabbed some sticks stuck them in the ground and set up some sticks into a grid. After putting the cut bits of the rabbits on it. I cut up the bird and put it in the coals of the fire. I wasn't untill afterwards that i noticed i did that to fast to be someone used to having utensils. 'You'd think I'd better at hiding my usual life style.' I thought, somewhat annoyed with my self.

"Having fun" I mused. He obviously hadn't done something like this before. Though it was funny to watch him do so.

((lol Jon, he said that he moved to fast to have never done that before.))

I had pulled out my sling this time. Long distance was a good thing to have. It was loaded with a small bag of sleeping powder. It was the one weapon I totally knew how to use with moving target. I had been practicing in the woods, and had my shot pretty much down.

Bow and arrow knocked, but not yet drawn, I watched him carefully while he skinned and cooked the food. He was quick and efficient. Not someone who was used to having utensils, or rather, someone who was used to not needing them.

"Number two." he muttered out loud. Perhaps a little bit too loud. He'd probably get a few strange glares. A sling wasn't a weapon he'd been expecting. The way she followed him, it was apparent this was a weapon she was proficient with. He was intreged to find Temora so riled up about this man, he was cooking food. 'Why would you challenge the man cooking food?' What surprised him more was the fact that Trista also had her arrow knocked. "I don't think he's going to be off much danger girls."