<span style="font-weight: bold"><span style="font-style: italic"><span style="font-size: 75%; line-height: 116%;">(Collaboration; Gunther and jason.)</span></span></span><br/><br/><br/><span style="font-weight: bold"><span style="text-decoration: underline"><span style="font-size: 150%; line-height: 116%;">Bodzil Foxe and Kwatoko</span></span></span><br/>Bodzil was terrified. Regardless of his size, in relation to the others around him, he could not see, he was smart enough to know he was no longer on Evolin. That revelation, made him nervous, coupled with the loss of connection between him and Kwatoko. He had drawn his sword more as a reaction to his emotions. Relative to the size of male Oolarger, Bodzil was only average height. The taller Oolarger males stretched well over 7 feet.<br/><br/>The sight of the fire in the south, made his heart skip a beat. He recognized her breath even at this distance. 'Kwatoko?' He thought to himself, telepathically would be received by the dragon. 'is that you?' He knew it was her, he hoped it was her. Bodzil began to relax. He ignored the sounds around him and focused on the south. He watched for signs of the dragon.<br/><br/>She did, of course, pick up on his call. Her immediate response was to drop the rock she was holding onto her bare toes. The acute and unpleasant sensation caused her to cry out, leaping to her feet and attempting to walk it off. 'Bodzil! Where are you?' She returned, easily forgetting any caution she might have been taking in order to remain undetected by the strange beings around her.<br/><br/>She peeked over the stone, glancing around with her fiery orbs. She couldn't see him from her location, but his presence was unmistakeable. Of course, Kwatoko knew there would be a fair amount of explaining to do, and wasn't certain how to begin. 'Please do not be alarmed. I am not... myself... at this time.' She trailed off. When she was sure the group of armed menfolk were passed, she slipped away from her hiding place. Crossing the sand, she relocated to a pillar with some of the strange runes drawn into its surface. There was a scorched corpse nearby. 'I do not like this place.'<br/><br/>'My precious Kwatoko,' Bodzil responded. 'My heart expands knowing you are well. I believe you are south of my location. Do you see a stone structure north of you? I am there. If you can still fly you should be here in no time.' Bodzil Foxe was very happy Kwatoko was well and nearby. He did not understand what she meant by, not being herself. He didn't care. As he waited for her, he tried to explain that somehow they were on a different planet. He didn't understand how or why.<br/><br/>Kwatoko saw the structure he spoke of. Gathering her nerve, she again retreated from her location toward it. This time she did see him. All fears of this unknown swiftly left her, because she knew Bodzil was unstoppable, especially when they combined their strength. She slowed her run to a walk. That's right, she couldn't fight like this. She didn't know how to. It would be his duty alone to protect them from the dangers of this awful place. She would need to find a way to reverse whatever sort of curse had stricken her. Until then, she was about as useful as a kite in a thunderstorm.<br/><br/>'Different planet, you say? That I have gathered. But this... I cannot hope to understand.' She said, finally emerging into his vision. Kwatoko wasn't used to seeing him at this perspective, so for the moment she merely crossed her arms as she looked at him. She was accustomed to him being a lot smaller.<br/><br/>Bodzil saw the Oolarger step into view. He was expecting Kwatoko, but saw a humanoid about four inches shorter than him. Inside his head, he felt as though Kwatoko was standing in front of him, but instead there was a female Oolarger. 'Kwatoko? Where are you?' Bodzil asked. 'I see an Oolarger, I do not recognize but somehow appears familiar.'<br/><br/>Bodzil then turned his attention to the person standing in front of him. "Hello?" He asked the woman. "Are you lost also? Do I know you? You do look familiar. How did you get here? We obviously both com from Malik. Are you Cekakula?" Bodzil did not understand that the woman standing in front of him was Kwatoko. Maybe he suspected she was the woman but that seemed extremely implausible to Bodzil's logical mind. There must be a reasonable explanation.<br/><br/>Explanations, of course, that Kwatoko herself couldn't provide. She opened her mouth, attempting to form words, but found that a lot more difficult in practise than it was in theory. Her expression fell sullen. 'I fear I have done an awful deed,' she said, turning to show him the wound behind her shoulder. It was thankfully no longer bleeding, but one could clearly see it had been inflicted by a weapon. 'You told me never to lose my mind in this way, I am sorry. I thought that... I thought they...' Kwatoko didn't want to even imply she had been frightened. She turned again, peering about warily with her unusual red eyes. The extent of the burns upon the dead were not lost on her.<br/><br/>'Now look at me, this must be punishment. I am powerless.' A growl emerged from her chest as she said this. The idea of being so vastly weakened was frustrating beyond words. She turned her eyes on her partner, her expression softening. 'But, I am glad you are unharmed.' She wished now for nothing more than to return home. This place was haunting.<br/><br/>Bodzil watched the Oolarger woman fail to produce a sound from her mouth. As he watched her expression, he listened to Kwatoko. The woman turned to show Bodzil a wound in her back. It was then that he realized the woman in front of him was indeed Kwatoko. Bodzil was overwhelmed with incredulity. 'This cannot be possible,' he thought to himself, an utterance heard by Kwatoko. He stopped listening to Kwatoko. He searched his feelings and his mind.<br/><br/>Bodzil looked at the woman. He could not view her as Kwatoko. He has not accepted that yet. He cared little of this stranger's injury. He yelled at her, "Who are you?! Where it is Kwatoko?!" Bodzil was becoming very angry. He restrained himself, almost as though he knew it was possible. "Kwatoko! Where are you?!" He yelled out loud. "I know you are here. Show yourself!" Bodzil dropped to his knees. He placed his face in his hands. He did not weep. He had not wept in more than a century. He was sad and confused. Finally, Bodzil looked up at the woman with a back injury. His face grimaced with fear and anger. Softly he questioned, " Kwatoko? Is that you? What happened to you? You were so beautiful."<br/><br/>Her immense pride, however, was still very well intact. 'Were? I still-- I always am!' She retorted, resisting the mild urge to slap him for that comment. She turned away from him instead, head held stubbornly high. Unfortunately, Kwatoko felt his anger, his disbelief, and she felt that beginning to boil in herself as well. In her own mind, the same battle raged, her unwillingness to accept that this was happening, and her vexation with the whole ordeal clashed with her desire to find a way out of this place. Would she even want to return this way? No, she thought, that was not an option. There had to be a way to reverse this. For a moment, she felt what might have been a spark in her chest, as if her inner dragon still lived. It was a hopeful thought, anyway. A defeated groan escaped her. 'I do not know what happened. I don't like this any more than you do. For what it is worth, I believe we can fix this.'<br/><br/>Her eyes peeled toward the structure. Near the middle-- although not quite the very centre of the formation-- is where she had first arrived. If there was any chance in returning her form, the answers could be there. She turned again to Bodzil, eying him intently. 'That is where it happened, perhaps it holds answers. I do not trust these... creatures surrounding us, however.'<br/><br/>'They are mere insects to us, Kwatoko,' Bodzil thought to her as he stood back up. 'We should go up and introduce ourselves.' He turned back to her injury. 'Let me bind your wound.' He worked on the injury and attempted to allay her fears. 'Yes, Kwatoko. You are still beautiful. I was simply commenting on the dragon we all know and love. Forgive me, this will take time to grow accustomed to. Maybe you will be able to change between your two forms in time?'<br/><br/>The two Oolarger, then slowly walked toward the structure. They climbed past the scattered corpses and into the area where the other creatures were locared. Bodzil and Kwatoko had seen the men of Evolin before.  A few of these creatures resembled them. He hoped he would not run into any Dwarves. He despised them more than anything.