Celris waved goodbye enthusiastically, and nudged Oz, who'd started walking towards their next objective. He glanced down at the Feral and let out a mechanized sigh, "What? You keep staring, it's unnerving."<br/>She snorted and tugged on the halberd attatched to his back, "How many HighBreed have obsidian blades?"<br/>Oz paused at this, turning to face her, "Don't touch, please, I don't know why you're suddenly so...odd. As for the obsidian, not many...it's a very odd material. Why?"<br/>She dodged the question, staring into the West. "Oy...Oz, how does all this craziness make you feel?"<br/>"Feel? Do not ask me that. I am confused, but resigned. Anything to preserve what's left."<br/>"Well, I think-OHSHI-" She tripped over a rather obvious mound in the earth, covered in sand, but containing a hard core, probably stone or some submerged ruin of some kind. Celris hissed and got to her feet, wiping off her clothes and wincing as she examined a new scuff in her brother's armor. She kicked the mound savagely and returned to Oz's side, talkative mood forgotten.<br/>Oz stared at the mound for a moment, then shrugged and followed her on their long walk West.<br/><br/>The thing moved, disheveling the massive amounts of sand that had covered it over the hours...or perhaps days. The first thing that could be seen of the form were two rounded ears, angrily flicking away the grit. Next, two blank grey eyes, and an odd pattern of browns, greys, oranges, and blacks were revealed. The thing sat like that, watching the two retreating figures without any form of recognition, indeed, he might've been staring at dust specks, a distant bird, a mirage, or, more likely, nothing.<br/>The figures retreat, and disappear in the horizon.<br/>The figure shakes it's head, revealing a mane of long black fur, streaked with tan and white. The man trails down to the middle of his back, where, oddly, the fur patterns form two wings, one black, one white, on his shoulder blades.  He doesn't go much further in unearthing himself. He'd been sleeping in this hollow for days, every once in a while taking an obligatory look around.<br/>From what can be seen of this Feral, he is huge. If he stood up, he would probably reach if not surpass the height of that odd creature he just saw walk by with the shorter Feral. His heavily lidded eyes close, and he curls up in his hollow to sleep some more. Maybe through sleep he'd be able to figure out why that scent was so familiar.