The sun had already set on the small island, unnamed to most of the world - unnoticed, unimportant. To the people that lived there, ignorant to the outside world, the island was the world. It was home. The twin smoking mountains in the middle of the island stands as a monument to the place's origin. A clear crystal lake lay in the northwest side of the island, while a swamp sits in the shadow of a volcano on the northeastern side. Thick woods scatter across the landscape with only the paths worn out by islanders separating them. Far from the darkness, on the southern side of the island lies a village. While ruins of a lost civilization dot this small environment, the village has been a lone bastion of hope. Whatever darkness has existed in whatever exists beyond the island, it has not touched this place... Wooden homes, pieced together from the ring of corpses surrounding the island - ships that shattered on the reef just visible from the gentle beach, holds a good sixty people - various races stay here, most of them halfbreeds or mixed heritige individuals: descendents of the island's unwilling settlers. Rarely, another ship shatters against the reef - the survivors end up on the island, forgetting what life they had on the outside as if under some compulsion. Prone to storms, the village seems oddly fortified. Weaponry is common, as is the scavenged armor. The people seem comfortable, but they are always ready - looking towards the twin volcanos with an uneasy look every day. No one was quite sure why, but no one was interested in checking it out. Those who were brave enough to try normally ended up getting injured and being forced to go back. Night has fallen over the island - a clear night with a grand, full moon shining down and moving across the sky - fleeing from ebon clouds that dwell far off to sea. Sleep grips the minds of most of the island's inhabitants, save for those creatures that stalk the night... those creatures and four youths. ---------------- Astrid was having trouble keeping quiet. A giddy smile crossed her features, yanking the wood-cutting axe from it's resting place. Taking a few experimental swings, she nods - it felt good. She could probably use this as a weapon! She had already moved to where she hid the armor and shield she had pieced together. It didn't help her sneak very well, but she didn't much care. This was her first time sneaking out of the house - her heart was beating rapidly in her chest, paws leaving prints in the sand. It felt fantastic - the moon shining down, the sound of the surf. It didn't take her long to reach where she was meeting her friends. She looked around in a conspiratorical manner, bouncing excitedly on the balls of her feet, her young body already showing some minor development. Both as a woman and as an athlete. Finally, she rests the axe on her shoulder, grinning wildly, tail whipping about. She was more than ready to explore the island - rules or not!