(seems things wern't as hectic as I predicted<img alt="^^;" src="./images/smilies/sweatdrop.gif" title="Sweat drop"/>)<br/>Lakama was lying in a field bord out of his mind.<br/>"Theirs nothing to do out here," he grunted to himself, "I'm tired of eating, sleeping, and avoiding others like the plague. I know I havn't been gone for much longer than a day but nothing happens out here, alone!"<br/>He stood up and checked his equipment. He had stopped by his home in the furry village earlier to grab some enchanted weapons incase he needed them. Other than a new, thicker, more-covering leather suit with straps and pockets to hold a large assortment of objects, he took steel-toed boots, chain-mail gloves, a black-steel half-helmet, ending just above his muzzle, with slots for his ears and eyes, a silver revolver, a belt to hold ammunition for the revolver, and a silver katana enchanted to be able to easily cut through any material and never break. He heard wings flapping above him, glanced up, and saw Nage soaring overhead. He chuckled sportingly as he fastened his weapon straps to be sure nothing would fall off before dashing after Nage just fast enough to keep behind him on the ground, hoping he could get some sort of enjoyment from Nage.