(http://fc05.deviantart.net/fs71/i/2010/164/9/7/__Wolf_in_Snow___by_WhiteSpiritWolf.jpg) (http://th05.deviantart.net/fs34/PRE/f/2008/311/1/c/1ced5f3a554752438cf4fd390ae6baca.jpg)<br/><br/><strong>Upon An Unfamiliar Shore, Aboard the Wreck of the Dread Horizon, Below Deck.<br/>Sae'Ka, Brandon, Callenda, Theresa, Selwyn, and Maron.</strong><br/><br/>Once more into her depths, she is dark and cold. The majority of the group is forced to feel their way by touch in the pitch of the ship's bowels, with only the most rare sliver of moonlight by which to orientate, while<strong>Sae'Ka</strong>navigates the narrow passages with relative ease, despite the obvious need for caution. The Dread Horizon is canted at her side, and so to even walk through her corridors is a difficult process. Certainly, more than once, the<strong>Dark Elf</strong>feels her companions grasping at her flesh in order to get their bearings, whether intentional or not.<br/><br/>She smells of the sea, and still deep within the creature can be heard. Stepping down the broken stairs into the cargo hold of the ship, they are reacquainted with the immediate sound of the sea and the moonlight coming in through the ship's gaping wounds. The cargo deck is slanted, falling off into the water, and it becomes clear that the ship's rich bounty has been lost to the sea, but the forward portion of the hold has not yet been swallowed by the sea.<br/><br/>Those who have made it into the hold see quickly that the hold is home to many cages used for transporting animals and slaves, and while most are submerged hopelessly beneath the water, there is one that remains above the chilled water's surface. Within, is the snarling and angry form of a wolf with not one, but two tails, and fur as snow and desert sand.<strong>Sae'Ka</strong>, at the lead, steps over a body at the base of the stairs, but<strong>Theresa</strong>, unable to see quite as well, stumbles upon it, which then groans - revealing that<strong>Valen Ironheart</strong>is not dead at all, but alive!<br/><br/>However, there is little time for celebration, as those within the hold come to discover both that<strong>Brandon and Maron</strong>have been separated from the group. Moreover, it is<strong>Selwyn</strong>who spots the shapes moving within the water in the submerged potion of the cargo hold. There are creatures feasting upon the flesh of the dead!<br/><br/>Meanwhile,<strong>Brandon</strong>finds himself separated from the others by at least one corridor, and though he can hear them moving about, the sound of someone breathing within the dark becomes much more immediate. It is only a moment later that he feels the flesh of a woman press up against him, her flesh chilled by the unforgiving water. Theresa, possibly, by the shape.<br/><br/><strong>Upon An Unfamiliar Shore, On the Beach<br/>Cedric, Ianna, Shae, and Adrian</strong><br/>(http://fc06.deviantart.net/fs71/i/2011/002/4/6/beach_at_night_by_nfp-d368li4.jpg) (http://fc09.deviantart.net/fs70/f/2010/310/4/3/43ae11d826415026e6a683b0904ebac2-d329e58.jpg)<br/><br/><strong>Shae</strong>, her attention turned toward the search for firewood, spots the shape of a man emerging through the fog.<strong>Cedric</strong>, searching for firewood alike, comes upon the beachward group. Under the assumption that she and<strong>Adrian</strong>, at least, begin to venture toward the edge of the forest to gather firewood, it becomes much easier to find the bits of kindling needed to start a fire of some substance. However, not long into their search, the beach party hears the sound of movement in the brush just within the edge of the forest.