The gathering was slowly becoming a party by the looks of things. Before Remy's questions were answered another soul came bounding through the fog. It was surprising to the small feline, enough that it made her jump slightly as the large creature came thundering through. It was the biggest gembound she had ever seen. Remy had not meet too many others and most where her size, or close too it. This creature was just miles of legs.
"Whoa..." She breathed for a second as her eyes scanned over the creature. It appeared that Fisher knew this individual, and by that logic, they must have been a friend.
"Hi Ecthelon. You's really tall." She beamed before she gave another strange open mouth smile. After a moment of her gaping she finally found some manners. "I'm Remy!" She added and then turned back to Fisher. He caught on to her idea. Though, she wasn't exactly sure how she knew the name of this 'game', it just came out, it sounded right. After all, whatever the buzzing was, was kinda hiding and they wanted to find it. She laughed at his remarks about the bird and shook her head. "That's mean." But she kept laughing, finding that she strangely shared the thought of the feathered creature being food.
There was zero time for her to respond to Fisher's idea about splitting up, he was already moving off and starting to look for things. She blinked a few times as she watched him vanish into the fog. He was effectively swallowed by the surroundings. Hopefully no one got lost. "Okay, stay close guys! She nodded as she turned from the long-legged creature and moved off perpendicular to the direction that Fisher had picked. She nosed around in the fog, looking for any secret places that something might be hiding in. It was hard to pick a direction though, the humming seemed to be coming from everywhere, no where seemed to be any stronger than the last.
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Suddenly it all seemed to stop and she wasn't sure why. It did not appear to be any thing that she did. Her head lifted from the brush and she looked around. Nothing stood out to her right away. It was not until she looked down and saw that the water itself had changed. "Guys! Look!" She called out as she darted back towards the bush. "What's wrong with it!" She was nervous, her heart began to thud quickly. Should they leave? Was this safe? She had not noticed the lynx nearby, nor had she seen what the lynx had done to stop the humming. All Remy knew was that there was a drastic change, a silence fell over the group like a heavy hand, pressing down with all its unholy weight.
Fisher's whole body prickled as the hum faded. Worried, the little mustelid started to hum himself, as if trying to encourage the buzz to come back. In response, as he sat near his marshy puddle, looking around the whole place became still and silent. He could hear his heart picking up and, in the deafening silence he could hear nothing but the pounding drum of his blood.
There was absolutely no way he was going to stay away from the others now, not until he knew it was safe. Letting out a yelp, the strip of dark fur raced back for the bush. "What happened! Who found something! Anyone?!" His paws did not lead him back to the bush with the bird, but instead away from the others down the edge of the lake in the center, because despite being a fantastic, perfect Fisher (in his own opinion) he had the worst sense of direction. He watched the water swirl and felt much too dizzy and hungry. He wished he had eaten the Food while he had the chance, because he was sure he was lost.
"Remy! Etchy!" He cried, his voice quivering in a way that truly embarrassed him. He wanted nothing more than to see someone else and know he wasn't horribly lost, but he knew he was being... Weak? A coward and a baby. Okay, he was a baby, but that was no excuse! Frowning, he looked around one last, desperate time for the others, and then tried his best to slow his heart again. The pounding of his ears from the silence of the hum made him even more frightened. He couldn't hear anything over the fear that had taken hold as soon as the humming stopped.
Fisher avoided looking at the swirl of water, too. It made him feel dizzy and sick, like he would be pulled in too. He jammed his eyelids shut and focused as hard as he could on calming his heart down-- something that could have been quite dangerous to do yet again, but what did he know about Magicks?
Post-Roll: ... His heart did not slow down. In fact, it sped up, and if he felt dizzy before, he felt extra dizzy now and, oh dear. He was truly panicking now, being all alone in the fog. His chest started to hurt and he wasn't breathing right at all, and, with his heart being too fast for blood to fill the chambers properly, the poor little mustelid felt his paws come out from under him, and then his vision went black as he plopped down in the mud, dangerously close to the edge of the swirling lake.
The fledgeling looked apprehensively at the dark-colored gembound. They were obviously food to this thing, and that wasn’t particularly pleasant. But it seemed like it wasn’t going to hurt them, so the jackdaw found a better perch and gave a short twitter of greeting. The hum wasn’t only bothersome to them with the way it resonated cold in their hollow bones, then. It really was that eerie. It was like if the mist itself had a sound, cold and wet and an awful lot of other things that sound just shouldn’t be. The odd feeling coated the place.
Another voice came from the mist, sweet and singsong. The bird mimicked in their baby twitter, “Helloooo!” The other’s were talking about them…and Fisher, that was his name, called them Food! The bird gave a sharp squawk and a glare in response. “The noise, I do too wanna find it!” The jackdaw hopped down, brandishing their name-flower. “I’m…my name is whatever this 's. I should know but I don’t!” They looked helplessly at the newcomer, then tilted their head sharply at the other gem bound coming through the mist.
It was a something…a…horse? Why did the jackdaw know things like that but not their own proper name? In any case Ecthelon was another gembound willing to help with the search, which was fairly important. The bird looked around, unable to figure out which direction the noise was coming from. Unable to fly yet, they couldn’t be much help. They hopped around, trying to just keep an eye on everyone else as they headed off, and ended up tagging along absentmindedly a ways behind Fisher.
Oh, oh! Fisher! They could see him on the bank, looking panicked and exhausted, and…collapsing… He had thought the jackdaw was food, yes, but the bird had to do something! Not that they could, really, but they could flutter-hop over as quickly as possible, around Ecthelon, to perch delicately on the furry body and peep.
ooc; oh my gosh guys i had to go back and add stuff like five times because more posts just kept appearing