Ryley Alexa Morgan´s Studies.

´´Co'Va's Inhabitants´´
[Aka the creatures that will eat you alive if you're not careful.]
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Lavina

:|: Brief Description:|:

Rare but curious creatures, They are odd and very few. I can guess they are a newly introduced species to this strange place. If you look hard enough in the dark, and stay quiet you can see one emerge from the canopy very rarely. According to those who've seen these mysterious animals, they have been noted to have long, thin antlers, No ears, Unusual looking wings and signature, long bushy tails, almost like squirrels, but most disturbing of all, they dont seem to have any pupils or irises, Just whites. According to studies, They stand just about 3’9” at the shoulder, not counting their antlers and heads and are very expressive with their body language, movement and facial expressions. Apparently, They’re mute. How strange.

:|:NOTABLES:|:
-Unusual Wings
-Squirrel-Like Tail
-Tufted Hide
-Slender Frame, Expressive Body Movement
-3 Toes per paw, Small pads
-Feathered elbows
-Curved, Blunt nails
-Narrow Head and Eyes, No visible iris or pupils
-Tiny Nose, Face Ridge
-Long limbs [neck, legs,etc..]
-Antlers

:|: RARITY:|:
Endangered, Newly Introduced

:|: HABITS:|:
-Approaching human settlements
-Communicating through objects
-Making an Appearance at Dusk, Nighttime




:|:ENVIORNMENT:|:
-Beachsides
-Exposed clearings
-Lightly wooded areas
-Cliffsides

:|: COAT VARIATIONS :|:
TBA, Not documented

:|:NATURAL WEAPONS:|:
-4 point antlers
-blunt, curved claws
-Flight capable wings

:|: ENEMIES, DIET AND PREY:|:
E~ No Natural Enemies

D~ Omnivorous, Herbivore biet preffered

P~ Foreign island herbs and fruits, Carnivorous diet demands Koji, rabbit like animals.

:|: BEHAVIOR :|:

:|:APPROACHABILITY:|:
- Docile, Timid
Very approachable if the animal is bold or curious enough to let you close
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Journals Entries
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Day 1|Sunrise|May 11th- After the crash.
´´Somehow i managed to find my notebook in the rubble along with some of my bags. Our plane crashed...Oh god. I can smell blood. and there are bodies everywhere. I hope there are more survivors.´´

Day 1|Noon|May 11th- After the crash
´´Itś been hours, not many have stirred since we landed but...at least there are survivors. My wrist.. Itś sprained. Im so scared, but so intrigued. I keep hearing strange howl.s from the woods we surround. Maybe itś best we stay on the beach, It isnt safe yet. wait for more people, look for material, find ashaia.´´

Day 1|Midday| May 11th- Crash site
' ' not sure if I should be worried or greatful...Im alive, but my ankle is totally tucked. Ashaia responded, She's in shock, but nevertheless, okay. There are others, and they are alive if not mobile. It seems we even have dogs and children...oh lucky me. ' '

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Iris's eyes fluttered fastly as they got used to actually being open. She raised her hand up to her head and massaged her templates, her head was pounding. She rolled onto her stomach and painfully pushed herself off the ground. She blindly fumbled to find her flower crown that had fallen off once she hit the sandy beach. She felt her fingers wrap around the leather twin and pulled the crown to her head and let it rest lightly on top of her head. Her eyes traveled around the beach looking for other survivors. This plane was supposed to be her escape from her past life but she didnt means like this. The thought made her smile a bit.

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Argi groaned, squished between two seats that survived the crash. He struggled to get up, but he did. He winced, looking at the blood trailing out of his leg. He tested it out, trying to put some weight on it as he stumbled up. Black spots danced in front of his eyes as he stood up, and he moaned and fell down again. He stayed on the ground, collecting himself together. He gritted his teeth, standing up. He couldn't put any weight on his right leg, so he assumed it was broken. He looked around, looking for the small blue feather he had in his pocket. He knew it had fell out, so he limped around, using the broken chairs as help. He leaned down, his fingers grasping a light suitcase. Argi opened it, grabbing a picture of his brother and him. He then threw the picture. This all happened because of his brother. His brother left him. This is because of him.

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Iris let out a small yelp as a pain shot through her leg as she had taken her first steps. She quickly clamped her hand over her mouth and started to walk again, this time much more slowly. She started over to the wreckage and peered inside seeing dead rotting bodies everywhere. She covered her nose to block out the stench and sighed before limping inside in search of something to eat. She pushed dead bodies away from the flight attendants spot and looked through swearing when she saw mostly little packets of peanuts. She was allergic so she limped back out of the stench.

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Noah heaved as he let puke shoot out of his mouth, he could have sworn some came out of his nose too. When it finally stopped he felt a furry body push up against him and he peered over to see a large German Shepard he took pride in naming Bailey. She licked his eyelid and wagged his tail. He was surprised that she got out of all this but he was also extremely grateful. He gave her a toothy grin as he leaned on her standing up "Wild ride wasn't it" he laughed. Scared someone heard him or even saw him he switched his face back to emotionless, he liked it this way, people not knowing how he was feeling made his less vulnerable.

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Isabella let out a heavy cough. She opened her eyes slightly seeing a blinding light white. Everything hurt. She let out another cough. This time there was blood. Everything was fuzzy. Isabella rolled onto her side panting heavily. She heard a faint voice but it seemed so distant. She kept her eyes closed shut. She couldn't ignore the ringing in her ears. It was making her crazy. Isabella tried to sit up but let out a cry of pain. She couldn't move. She felt weak in this position. Vulnerable. But she couldn't do anything about it. She stayed there breathing softly.

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Simon opened his eyes letting out a groan. He sat up clutching his heart. He took deep breaths. In and out, in and out. He looked to his arms noticing all the cuts they held. All he could hear was that annoying ringing sound. His head hurt. Not much else hurt. Which was a good thing. He had gotten lucky. Simon looked around trying to piece together what had just happened. He stood up but almost immediately fell back down letting out a cry of pain. He looked down to his leg now noticing how bad it look. It held many cuts and was bleeding. Badly. Simon could feel the intense pain it was starting to bring. He winced touching the wounds. He drew his hand back quickly. He didn't let out a cry of pain this time. There were people around him. He wouldn't show vulnerability. Simon looked around and saw his backpack not very far away from him. Simon scooted over trying to be careful from his leg. He grabbed his backpack and looked for the med kit that he always carried. He knew it would be helpful, even if Isabella had made fun of him for it. Simon grabbed a baby wipe and pressed it to his wound. He hissed in pain as he started to clean it. The cuts were really deep, but Simon could tell they weren't deep enough to cause too much damage. He wouldn't be able to walk on it for a while. Simon managed to control the bleeding wrapping his leg in gauze. He then remembered something. Well, someone. Isabella. He had to find her.

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Iris let gravity tear her to the ground as she started to cough from the smoke. She was finally noticing the damage that had happened to her. She let out a shaky breath as she felt blood trickle down her face and she knew she more than likely looked like a whole zombie. She gazed around the hot beach, the water wasn't far, though it would sting from the salt she had to get the blood off her before she went into a relapse. She slowly but surely crawled in the general direction of the water.
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Noah looked around the beach and frowned, he knew it was highly unlikely that he was the last to survive. He could care less if it was just Baliey and him but it would be nice to have other people here other than a dog. It was as if Bailey read his mind because she started to growl in a deep voice one she only ever used when she saw......strangers. He followed her gaze till he saw a girl struggling to hold onto life and he did what anyone would do....he hid behind a tree.

(Also he sees Isabella)

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Neasa Jean Gallivan || 17 || Pale freckled skin with emerald eyes and fiery hair || Female || Mentions: Rohan, Dunkin

Neasa groaned to life on the edge of a treeline, she had been flung from her seat and lay halfway under a fern-like bush, her whole body wrapped in pain. "What..." she thought aloud, grabbing fistfulls of sand and lifting her arm weakly off the ground to see the white grains sift through her fingers. What happened to the plane? she pondered, not yet realizing what was going on. Her mind was rather fuzzy and her body weak, but she managed to push herself up into a sitting position, the sudden movement causing stars to form behind her eyes and she lifted a hand to her head. She looked around, seeing bits of the wreckage through the fronds in front of her.
That's when the adrenaline began to wear off, and the pain it masked set in. Her ears seemed to tune into her surroundings slowly and with a loud ringing, her body hurt, and a pulsing pain radiated from her abdomen.
Neasa put a hand to her side, and was met with a hard, hot rod that stung her fingers. She looked down and her eyes widened, she had been impailed with a hot metal shard from the wreckage right above her hip on the right side. She gasped and thought about what to do, If I pull it out, it might bleed more she thought, but it was the only thing she really knew. Maybe If I can Get up, I'll find Rohan- or someone who can help she thought. Her green eyes darted around her, looking for something to help prop her up on.
Neasa spotted a boulder not too far into the treeline, and dragged herself over to it, albeit quite painfully. She managed to pull herself up and sit on top, her feet pressed firmly into the ground as she began to push off and try to stand. The pain in her side was intense, and causing her to vomit as soon as she stood, and she had to lean against a tree. "So far, so good." she rasped, wiping her mouth with her free hand. She continued taking staggered, and painful steps, using the trees as balance as she walked closer to the beach, and the wreckage. Eventually there were no more trees to hold onto, and she hesitated to move forward. She looked around for something, anything she could use to help herself. her eyes locked on a decent sized piece of driftwood that was washed up a few feet ahead. "I can do this, this is fine, It's all going to be okay." she repeated to herself, as she pushed off the tree and took a few lumbering steps forward, kneeling down carefully to pick up the driftwood, and then standing back up, using the piece of wood as a cane of sorts.

Neasa wandered out into the open, the smell of burnt flesh and oil assaulted her nose with each lifeless pile of rubble she passed. Then she saw something moving in the distance. It wasn't moving in any particular direction, it was mor like the rise and fall of a chest. She squinted to try and get a better look, and saw that it was he dog, Dunkin, she felt bad that she had forgotten about the dog in given her current situation, but now that she saw he was there, and at least alive, she raced over, albeit a bit slowly and with many stops to let the pain subside a litte. She made it to the creature. He lay there in the sand, his crate long past shattered in the rough turbulence and landing. he couldn't lift his head it seemed, but Neasa could see he was looking at her, his tail wagging faintly as she took a seat next to him. She checked over him, he seemed rather fine, it looked like his back leg was broken though, and he was just overall rather weak looking. She touched his swollen back leg gingerly, and the dog let out a strained whine.
"Oh Dunkin, I'm so sorry, this wasn't supposed to happen." she whimpered, tears welling in her eyes. "We'll be okay, the both of us." she caressed the dogs face, rubbing his cheek with her thumb. "Ro will find us, and he'll fix the two of us, he'll make it right. " her voice faltered as she began to realize, her brother might not even be alive. She slammed a fist into the sand, and the dog twitched in reaction, "Just when things were going right on us, it's always has to go bad again, I guess we don't get to enjoy life at all!" she yelled to no one in particular. The action caused her to tense her core, and the pain from her wound intensified. Neasa let out a growl, "Shit, that hurts." she whispered, reaching for the rod, almost pulling on it then reminding herself it wasn't a good idea. Dunkin whimpered again, and she returned her attention to him. "I'm gonna lay here with you till Rohan comes. Just stay awake buddy, alright." she rasped, leaning back onto the hot sand, the sun beat down on the two figure mercilessly as they waited for someone to find them and fix them.

Rohan Druid Gallivan ||27 || Pale, freckled skin with red hair || Male || Mentions: Isabella, Neasa, Noah

A loud ringing blared in his ears as he sat, hunched forward in his seat. Rohan blinked his eyes open, he was staring at the sandy ground. He leaned back, his back hit the seat. "What the hell?" he said, reaching to unbuckle his seatbelt. He stood and turned around a pain shot through his neck and back, he rubbed his the back of his neck with His hand and looked around, his seat stood alone and relatively unscathed in a vast sea of wreckage, his muscles were sore and throbbing, but he didn't feel too bad, though it could have been the adrenaline. "What do we have now?" he thought aloud, walking along the sandy beach, the fine grains collected in his slippers. His chrystal blue eyes searched a shoreline and treeline for other survivers, realizing he had been in a crash. He couldn't see anyone really, then he saw a movement in the trees. Neasa was the first thing that came to mind, his sister was out there somewhere, She has to be alive he thought, running towards where he saw the movement.
He lost sight of whoever it was that had hidden among the trees, but he continued to search, "Neasa!" he called through cupped hands, "Nessi, the planes crashed on us, where are you?" he yelled, trudging through the sand and rubble. It was then he heard a cough, looking in it's direction, he saw a woman. She definitely wasn't Neasa, he could tell that much by her dark hair, but she looked injured. He made his way to her, kneeling next to her an examining her. She had blood running down her chin from her mouth, and her eyes were barely opened, she seemed to be slipping out of consciousness. She was already on her side, so that was good, but he needed her to stay awake. "Internal bleeding no doubt." he whispered to himself shaking his head, "Ma'am, you're going to be just fine, I need you to stay awake okay." he recited the lines her had learned as a matter of basic first aid. "Can you tell me you're name? How old are you? You've any friends? Have you seen anyone else out here?" he asked, trying to keep her lucid, he lightly slapped her face, not enough to hurt- but trying to keep her from drifting off. "Keep your eyes open now, I've this here light with me." he said, reaching for his pockets for a little LED light pen he always carried. He couldn't find it though, "Oh fuck me!" he cursed, it must have got thrown out of his pockets in the wreck. "Okay, just keep them pretty eyes open you hear?" he said, lifting the woman's eyelids with his thumbs, her iris was so dark he almost couldn't see her pupils. He felt useless without any tools! Rohan prayed she might only have a concussion and a few minor internal injuries. He listened to her breathing, and tried to listen to her heartbeat, both were there, for now. All he could do was hope the woman was able to comprehend what he was saying.

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Isabella heard a voice. It seemed so distant. But it was a voice. A man's voice. Isabella opened her eyes a bit wider making out some sort of dark shape in front of her. He was speaking to her. She picked out some words. he was saying.
Tell me...name? ...Old are you? You have...friends? ...Seen anyone...out here? Isabella let out another cough more blood running down her chin.
"M-m-my n-name i-is I-I-Isabella." Her voice was shaky and it was hard to speak. Her focus was still blurry but the ringing sound was almost gone. Now everything just hurt. Mostly her head and her hip.
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Simon got up trying to be careful with his leg. He put his first aid kit back in his bag and swung the backpack around his shoulders sliding it on. He looked around trying to find his friend. There. He saw a man with her. The man had red hair and pale skin. Simon ran/limped over. He crouched down beside the redhead. "Bella... Oh my god. Bella?" Simon looked at his friend frantically taking his backpack off.
"S-Simon..." The girl stuttered looking to him. Simon looked to the redhead. He felt nervous and just everywhere right now. But he should probably introduce himself. He cleared his throat.
"Simon Woods, but most people call me Si." Simon put his hand out. It was shaking. His leg was sprawled out beside him so he didn't hurt it or cause anymore bleeding. He hoped everyone would be nice here. But he knew there was probably one bad apple.

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Rohan Druid Gallivan ||27 || Pale, freckled skin with red hair || Male || Mentions: Isabella, Neasa, Noah

Rohan listened carefully to the woman's labored words, she was responsive that's good, "Good, good, Isabella." He paused "I know you've been hurt, but you need to fight alright. You're going to be fine as long as you can stay awake." He said, he wasn't sure if his words were true, but he knew they were needed to try and keep the shock from setting in.
He was taken aback slightly by another person lumbering towards the pair. Rohan looked away from the woman to see another man, he had a backpack on his shoulder, and it looked like he had a wounded leg- a clean, bandaged leg at that. Rohan looked back at the woman briefly, as the man introduced himself, he knodded to Simon, taking his hand and giving a quick and firm shake, "Name's Rohan, look boy, we can get to know each other later but now your friends got a lot of pain in her, and we need to help best we can you hear?" he said firmly, but not in a mean manner. "I see you were able to fix yourself up right? Bring anything else in that bag of yours?" he pointed to the bag, and reached out a hand, expecting the man to hand it over so he could see if there was anything useful to use on the woman.
"It could be from the shock, and general trauma from the crash, but she's coughing up blood. It could mean she's a punctured lung, or any organ for that matter. I'd also say a concussion's grabbed hold of her. We need to check for any lacerations on her abdomen and chest, look for swelling as well, she can bleed out in a matter of minutes if she's got serious trauma, but its looking a little better considering she's made it this long." he explained, hoping this Simon guy knew what to do, it would be a lot easier to fix this woman up if he had a partner.

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Simon nodded. He gave his bag to the man. He didn't really have anything important in there. "I always keep a first aid kit in there. I don't know if anything's gonna be helpful or not." Simon checked Isabella over. "But yeah, she's a fighter. Always has been." Simon chuckled as he looked over Isabella again. Her eyes were starting to close again and her body was starting to go limp. "Hey, stay awake Bell. I need you to stay awake. She's not doing well. What does she need and what do I need to do?" Simon asked looking to Rohan with an almost pleading look. He couldn't deny it, he was scared. Scared for his friend's safety. Scared for his safety as well. He had no idea where he was. He didn't know what this place was. Simon shook his head. He needed to focus.

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Ashaia Skaila Aradove|11|Fair, Freckled skin with bright chestnut hair|Female|Mentions: Isabella, Noah, Johan, Open

'Where is it...? Where is it..!?'
A small, chestnut haired child crawled around somewhat blindly among the ruins scattered about the sand on the beach. Her short, grabby hands felt carefully through the white sand as she tried to hastily make out blurry shapes and noises. She could have sworn she hear screeching while she was out...
Some time passed and Ashaia just decided to lie there, hoping to regain full consciousness before long, though the young lady couldn't even move her body below the waist right now.
Ashaia turned her gaze down in a slow panic to reveal a tight rope had bound itself around her stomach area, and had been there eso long she nearly lost tact with her body below the waist. Summoning all the strength the could, Shai steadied herself on her knees, then slowly rose to her feet, beginning to somewhat walk, or stumble in this case, to the nearest person she could find, be them a charred, still burning corpse or an injured, possibly dying person.
Minutes had passed, and the little girl found herself lying beneath the comforting shade of a palm, resting her head on a still warm body as she glared at the mess before her through half lidded eyes, and what looked like a group of survivors. "Where is it...?"

Ryley Alexa Morgan|17|Tall, Fair tan skin with rear length jet hair, platinum highlights|Female |Mentions: Ashaia, Naesa, Duncan, Open

"DOVE! Dove, baby are you okay! Marco?!"
It seemed like a thousand darknesses had consumed Rylexa's vision before she came to enough to focus on finding Ashaia, her little cousin who just INSISTED on accompanying her here. Her vision too, was darkened, if not completely black by now, so The young adult relied solely on hearing and touch to find the little girl, calling out; "Marco!"
Silence, Nothing.
Ryley called out once more, growing more desperate every moment as she neared what looked like a small child. "MaRcO!?!"
"...P-Polo.."A small, timid voice called back, very high in tone, and cracked. As if the voice were next to never used. 'Finally.'
Riley opened her eyes as wide as she could and made a clumsy break for Ashaia, who lie next to motionless atop a charred corpse, and took the young girl in her arms, embracing her little cousin as she let tears loose.
"Shhh, shai. It's okay, it's okay, baby." She cooed, pressing her freckled cheek against the side of Shai's face just in time to catch a glimpse of a red haired woman, seemingly uninjured like herself, and crouched over a dog. Distant noises sounded in her ears, and Rylexa could very clearly make out the sounds of a distressed animal. The young woman just couldn't help but call out to her. "Hello? Are you alright over there!?"

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Neasa Jean Gallivan || 17 || Pale freckled skin with emerald eyes and fiery hair || Female || Mentions: Rohan, Dunkin, Ryley

Neasa lay there, almost getting used to the pain in her abdomen, but every once in a while it would flare and the pain would be excruciating, like a burn almost. She looked down at her stomach to examine it further, as she hadn't really looked at it before. The rod was warm still, but not scorching like before, and there was a little trickle of bright blood, and the flesh around the object looked charred. She groaned and laid her head back onto the sand, looking over at her poor dog, Dunkin shifted his head slightly when she looked at him and wagged his tail. "Good boy." she said, scratching the top of his head.
A voice brought her back to the current situation, she shot up into a sitting position a little too quickly and almost doubled over in pain. She wiped away the tears streaming down her face, uncontrollably weeping. "I'm injured." she yelled her voice was rough and gravelly, he throat felt sore, "My dog, he's hurt too." she paused to cough, "Have you seen my brother? He's tall, dresses like an old man, and a redhead." she finished, leaning back onto her palms and letting her head hang behind her as another wave of pain ran over her. Even though the pain itself was constant, it was like every time she did anything it got worse. She hadn't felt it as much before because of the adrenaline but now it seemed to really have worn off, her limbs were shaky and weak, and she broke out into a cold sweat.

Rohan Druid Gallivan ||27 || Pale, freckled skin with red hair || Male || Mentions: Isabella, Noah

Rohan quickly rummaged through the bag, there wasn't much he could really find that would work to keep Isabella awake, but he grabbed some kind of fabric form the bag, not caring much on what it was whether clothes or bedding, he stood. "Sorry to be stealing your things but, we don't have ice so, I'll be running to the water and wet this, you keep her conscious if you can, I'll come right back. Stay put" He explained, taking long strides to the seashore and dumping the fabric in the water , the ocean had a refreshing feel and he hoped the fabric didn't heat up too fast. He began jogging back, wet cloth in hand and knelt over the woman. Draping the rag over her face, he made sure to keep it off her nose. "This is all I can do for her right now," He said, resting a kind hand on Noah's shoulder, "I'm going to look for more survivors, If she gets to sleeping let her be, but try to wake her up every fifteen minutes or so, and don't leave her side, neither of ye move from this spot." He stood once more, searching the shore for anyone else, it seemed that there were more emerging from the wreckage and he was grateful for that.

"Marco" he heard a woman's voice call, not to soon after a child's voice responded, who plays marco polo at a time like this? he thought watching the two unite, He began to step forward tripping up a bit on his shoe, looking down he remembered he was just wearing slippers, guess I'm one to talk... he thought, readjusting his foot and continuing forward.
"Ma'am!" he called, speeding up, "Ma'am are you and your child alright?" he asked, assuming the younger one was her kid.

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Argi walked to the beach, only having a slight limp as he curled his hands into fists because of the pain. Screams rang in his ears as he fell beside the ocean water, groaning. He couldn't get up. He had to. He couldn't. He needed to. He let out another groan, sitting up. Argi looked around, wondering if there was anymore survivors. As he had walked to the beach, he saw someone run to it, then run away somewhere. "I wonder if people did survive." He let his hands drop into the salt water, but he didn't mind the pain. He suffered much more then just sea water.

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Iris let out a shaky breath as the salt water hit her wounds. It stung her wound on her head the most to the point where she thought she would faint. Luckily luck was on her side for once and she survived that. Her head whipped around to the sounds of voices and slowly stood up. She gazed around the wrecked beach until her eyes landed on some people. She studied them for a bit until something else caught her eye. A large German shepherd next to a very tall man. She trusted her instincts and slowly headed for the taller gentleman.
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Noah grabbed onto Bailey's collar as she tried to get a closer look at the people. A group had formed now and Bailey was determined "Stay Bailey what if they suggest to eat you" He whispered. Bailey got the hint and sat down but kept the low growl in her throat. "If were sneaky we could get to the plane and steal some of the food off that" he whispered again thinking to himself "Or if we really need to we could hunt for our own food but neither of us are much of hunters" he joked and patted her head

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Simon Thomas Wood|23|Beige skin with brown hair and green eyes|Mentions: Isabella, OPEN

Simon nodded to the man and looked back to Isabella. Was she going to survive? He hoped so. He couldn't let his best friend die. Not now. She was still young too. It wasn't her time to go. "Bella, if you can hear me, please hold on. I don't know what's happening or where we are, but I need you to hold on. I know you Bell, you're a fighter. Don't give up on me, please." Simon could have sworn she gave a little nod before she slipped out of consciousness. "Fifteen minutes. That's all you're gonna get." Simon looked around while he waited. There were many people who were starting to wake up. Simon started to hum the tune of his favorite song to pass time. He just hoped everyone here was nice. And that Isabella wouldn't die. That's all he really wanted. He was so caught up in worrying about things he hadn't noticed he had lost his glasses.

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