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Not many really, cause the characters are dead, so you can't really kill them. Not super strict on the length either, cause it'll be pretty fast paced action fun. Just enjoy the madness that ensues. If you are worried about something, just ask. OOC: anything you want to talk about outside of the story. And you can make posts pretty if you like, just make sure we know who you are talking to or about. Especially if you have more than one character. Like change the color or something. Yay, moving on! And lastly, I'm required to tell you no cybering, but honestly this is an adventure rp, so I don't think it'll really be an issue.

"It's not what you think, It's not what you think!" Churro darted from person to person, hoping that someone, anyone would hear her. But all she got in the crowd of spirits were a few mutters as she was jostled around. Yelping when her tail was stepped on, she looked at all the unfamiliar faces, looking for the culprit. Everyone here, all of them. They were dead, they just didn't know it.

It was like they were waiting, but she couldn't say for what, or even where. Everyone looked equally lost, or confused. Many looked out with misted eyes of defeat and indifference. No one felt the pang of fear that she did. That whatever was to come next was not what they would be expecting. And yet, the crowd still slowly trudged on, dragging her along whether she wanted to go or not. Slowly onward, towards the light.

"No, I don't wanna go. Help!" she cried in desperation.

She heard someone else screaming, which both relieved and scared Hazel. At least she wasn't the only one who was more than just a....ghost, a shell. The fear it stirred in her made her move against the crowd. Spotting a black wolf saving the screaming one, she scanned their surroundings. Wherever they were, all she knew was that they shouldn't go towards the light.

"This way!" Hazel screamed, flailing her arms to try and get the wolf's attention. It was hard, since Hazel was slightly shorter than he rest of the people. Jumping up and down, she pointed away from the light where everyone else was going.

Wulfy only nods and starts heading towards the squirrel. Grabbing her and holding her now in his other arm he starts to look around for a way out, as he now heads away from the light. "Where are we heading ladies?" He asks not knowing where they even are. The position he found himself in was odd, as these were creatures he would normally hunt, not help.

With a speed that would have been frightening had they been alive the wolf plucked the squirrel up. She didn't much like being toted around like this, but she supposed it was better than being carried around in his jaws. Twisting in his arms, she pulled her fluid body around his chest so that she could hoist her upper body higher on his shoulders to get a better look around. Her chest pressed against his face as she scanned the endless expanse of dark nothingness and the nearly endless stream of spirits that wandered either towards the light or off into the darkness alone.

"There, I see a tree. Head for that!" Churro pointed to the edge of the darkness, where indeed a large leafless oak stood vigil. Its branches were twisted and gnarled, but it looked strong and ageless as it stretched out to impossible heights.

Wulfy had heard something start to follow a bit of the ways back and noticed an iguana, he was probably just following them because it might lead to safety and hopefully he was right. Upon reaching the tree he had put the two down and leaned back against the tree waiting for the iguana to catch up as spirits continued on and on into the light, like a sea of never ending spirits.

He looked at the three and realized he was the only predator among them, a good yet bad thing. Good because he didn't need to worry about the others doing anything to try and harm him, but bad because now these three might not trust him or work with him even if he did just save their lives. Hopefully he was wrong.

Once her feet had touched the ground, Hazel was already off of it again, climbing the trunk with agility and grace. Reaching a bough not too high above the others, though she dearly wished that she could try and see just how high the tree went. Looking down, she noticed an iguana approaching them. It wasn't that she distrusted the others, but rather she was most comfortable in a tree and not much on the ground.

"Maybe both. Maybe we're not like them because they're not like us. Why d'ya suppose that? It's weird, don't cha think? Of all the people, why are we the only ones to be...." Hazel trailed off, making hand guest urges towards the other spirits passing them by. If her rambling bothered the others, she didn't notice.