She was the first there, the gathering had yet to begin. Her heart raced and she had to whip her sweaty palms on the blanket in which she sat. the clearing in the cave was vast and extended for what seemed miles long in either direction. There were two entrances, one from the side and one from what she thought was the front. The front was narrow and small enough to allow a dwarf inside, the side one was larger, enough to let a full sized large man, or even a small giant. It was the side entrance that made her nervous. She’d been assured this meeting was going to be private, that only the ones opposed to the Dark Mage new about it. There was a huge gamble in doing this, before they’d just sent messages from secret places around the forests, woods, plains, deserts, and many others to inform on the Dark Mage’s movements. This was not her first battle plan but during others she’d normally been in the healing party, only given the information that was needed to do her job. One of the defining marks of a healer was what they wore, unlike the others she’d always stood. Not quite dressed as a healer but not as a warrior either, she was always somewhere in the middle. Currently she was wearing a green leather formfitting long-sleeved tunic that complemented her deep green eyes. Black leggings and black buckle boots completed her ensemble. Her green shirt was one of her better shirts given to her by her father before he had passed. Her chocolate brown hair hung down to the middle of her back completely unhindered by anything. There was a single braid down the right side of her face the end tied with a green leather tie, she’d braided it to remember her fallen father and brethren As she sat with her back to the cave wall in between the two entrances she looked through her stuff and made a mental checklist of what she had and what she possibly would need. Her experience when it came to this sort of thing was good, she knew what she would need and took the time to make sure she had it and that she would be prepared for anything. After a few moments of checking she took an assessment of her clothing. She had the necklace from her father on, along with the corresponding one from her mother. The Necklaces held a red stone on a silver chain one was a circle with a dangling smaller red stone and the other a longer one that reached the neckline of her shirt with an oval red stone. Satisfied she put everything back and leaned against the hard, cold stone. This was one of the hardest parts for her, the waiting game. If someone didn’t come soon she might go stir crazy, what good would she be then. Letting out a sigh she looked up and pulled her knees up to her chest, resting her head on the tops of her knees. Closing her eyes she let the surroundings calm her nerves till she was almost completely relaxed. She would give them a little longer, just a little before heading out to look for them. -------------------- He danced in the woods, running as fast as he could chasing his foxfire though he controlled it. To him it was like chasing his tails apparently it didn’t matter because he was fun. In his fox form he was a beautiful white two tailed fox creature, the only thing that stood out from his white fur was a red mark on his forehead, he had no idea what it meant but he was sure it was something important. The mark was of two red lines, almost like they circled around each other but not quite, more like they were thinner at the ends then got a little thicker closer together, hugging practically. Honestly didn’t know, that’s what he was told once but he never could figure out a better explanation for what it looked like so he just went with what the person told him. Earlier that day he’d led someone astray, it amused him how confused that being was till he learned it was a demon. By that time the thing had tried to attack him but he’d already vanished into the wooded areas. Now he was hungry, not only from getting away from the demon but from running in general. For the longest time he wondered why he even bothered to look human, it was taxing and most of the time drove him crazy. Pausing near a giant sycamore tree he began to suck the energy from it, leaving it to wither and die quicker than normal. Full up he began to change into human form and dusted off his outfit. In his human form he wore black leggings, no shoes of any kind, a long sleeved white cloth jerkin that went down to his knees, that had a single buckle on his shoulder. It was his favorite outfit and he rarely if ever got it dirty. He had a little over shoulder length light brown hair, extremely pale skin that pretty much matched his white fur when in fox form, delicate features, and miss matched eyes. The color of his left eye was a brilliant color blue while his right eye was a beautiful golden. Among his people he was an outsider, someone to avoid if at all possible. The memories came back in such a rush he was unable to hold off the tide. It was frustrating and he was irritated at his inability to keep the memories at bay. He let out a sigh and eventually let it all go. He had been about to run off again when he noticed something out of the corner of his eye. It was a bird that would be fun to chase. This time he stayed in his human form as he bounded after the bird in an attempt to catch it.