Board Thread:Talkplays/@comment-4211788-20170103122737/@comment-4211788-20170114015244

The mink and squirrel's success in finding fruit for the party was definitely a major win while the others were out fighting the lethal bastion. Sadly, the two were not alone.

A shadow-like figure was perched on the high tree tops, quietly following every step the other two heroes had. The figure would squint his dull grey eyes as he noticed them tamper with one of the trees.

"Could they be a threat to the world..? I don't know if they are surviving natives trying to pillage what is left on this island.. Maybe I can help them survive, I can not have Vaylor deal with the threat of more dead at the wake of Moya's tyranny.." the figure muttered to himself very lowly.

But just as he spoke of Moya's name, a large cloud of smoke covered the forest at a close distance. The smoke smelled of chemicals rather than normal fire, almost like sulfur as a blue flame arose from the same distance. The fire was not natural, it grew stronger and stuck to its environment rather than spreading out of it.

The turning of wheels can be heard as whipping echoes in the forest.

"Hyah! I said move damn it!" shrills the voice of a tyrant. The voice sounding young and feminine, but at the same time powerful and aggressive. Noise of what sounds like a chariot is moving closer and closer to the location of the two heroes.

"I smell fruit.. and meat! Living uninfected meat! Move this bloody thing now!" shrieks the master as a emphasized whip cracking noise is heard. Slaves move the chariot with their brute force as they are profusely bleeding both oil and blood with large scars and torn clothing. A dark ox leads the chariot with a bull to his left and a yak to his right. All of them full of flaming scars, darkened complexion, bodies drenched in oil, and bloodshot eyes.

The group finally finds the squirrel and mink, both of which holding a favorable amount of fruit. Wheel tracks can be seen leading to where the chariot stopped. The chariot itself can be seen to have fruit and meat hanging at the side.

From the roof of the vehicle, a orange and black lizard pops open a wooden door to which she would jump out of and land before the squirrel and mink. The lizard was of the appearance of a gila monster judging by the color scheme of her scales and figure. She was short with orange hair that was in the style of an undercut with the right side of her head being shaven of its hair, her hair would just barely reach her shoulders.

She had bright red-orange eyes, darker than the ones Hiero dawned and thus more fearsome to stare at with a scar under her right eye. She wore black capri pants that would lead to black boots which began at her knee with red flame designs at her heels, a red fishtail jacket with the sleaves torn off that showed her badly bruised arms with what look like claw marks embedded into her skin but yet still retain a muscular in appearance, a torn black tank top that revealed the lower edges of her stomach, charred black bracelets on her wrists, and finally sharpened claws with a flaming whip in her hand.

She looks at the other two women and smiles. "Ah, girls. Lovely to see more of the superior gender on this island, don't you think so too?" She lightly giggles as her long tongue and sharp fangs appear.

"I'm afraid I didn't come looking to befriend you girls though, as beautiful as you both are. I especially love the style of the squirrel, as ancient as it comes. You girls have something of mine." She points to the floating fruits. "Hand them over nice and slowly and I may spare your lives.." She gestures toward her three large slaves as they huff, awaiting for their master's command. "I may even invite you into my domain where we can thrive off of the apocalypse and praise Malwrath's magnificence." She stretches her whip out awaiting an answer from Phantom and Taura with a look of malevolence.

"Well, I'm waiting.. And you do not want to keep me waiting." She cracks the whip on the leading ox which burns him and causes him to shake violently; he was ready to tear into something. Moya's face had such a nonchalant look of joy that would make any normal person cringe.

The shadow figure of the tree tops kept his eyes set on Moya's flaming whip, ready to jump if it were to hit the two survivors.