<div class="floatleft">(http://i1099.photobucket.com/albums/g393/theredfear/MaleCharPics/The-vampire-diaries-2x14-crying-wolf-tyler-lockwood-cap_mid.jpg)<br/><strong>Name:</strong> River<br/><strong>Species:</strong> Primal - Totemic<br/><strong>Location:</strong> Redemption<br/><strong>Summary:</strong> Hauling Ass<br/><strong>Tagged</strong> None </div><br/>River vaulted out of the tower, arms spinning as gravity pulled him thirty feet below and hit the ground running. Two miles out. A top knotch human athlete could cover one mile in about five minutes. Nowadays, River could cover two miles in that time. Three minutes if he was willing to be out of breath by the time he got there. Judging from how quickly that creature was tearing the group apart, he decided to push himself and gamble that the vicious clawed and fanged man tearing them apart would be equally worn out from his own fight by the time River got there.<br/><br/>Still, three minutes was the same as three decades in a fight. He hoped they could hold out long enough for help to arrive. He'd just about covered the first mile when it was over. He was cresting a hill when he saw the breif flash of blue fire in the distance that signified the Wendigoe's death. Vampires turn to dust, and Wendigoes are consumed by blue fire. All but one of the group laying still...dead. River stopped, and clenched his fist in frustration. When he was still normal, he'd learned to resign himself to the simple reality that he could not save everyone. But ever since he'd gotten his powers, he'd started to feel a little bit impervious to the whole idea of 'failure'. Well this neatly took care of that. It was more frustrating in a way. They were so close it was just dumb luck they hadn't already encountered a Ranger Patrol that could have escorted them the rest of the way. So close River hadn't even seen the point in bothering to dispatch a patrol to escort them in.<br/><br/>He stood there silently as the lone survivor pressed on. But when he passed, River couldn't seem to find the words to say...anything. He just watched the guy keep walking on toward the town. The man they fought...the man that tore them apart...River had never seen that particular kind of monster before but when he first spotted it he felt this overwhelming surge of hatred for it. The fangs, the claws, the glowing red eyes...something about those features struck a chord in River and he had taken off to race to the battle before he even consciously made the decision to try and help. And now it was over. And he had failed...<br/><br/>He looked out toward the east. Now. It was time to do it now. Time to go after a prize that was long considered out of reach by most other Ranngers. And not worth the risks involved in aquiring it, even if they could get to it in the first place. But with his first post-Primal failure freshly bitter on his tongue, River felt now more than ever the need to do something...special. He glanced back toward Redemption and debated whether or not he should try to recruit others to join him.