Thankfully this close to the edge of the jungle there was no lack of plants to mimic.  With a quick exhalation of breath Erillia knelt behind a facade and let her bloodline's power flow through her.  She could feel her form shifting, flowing, changing.  The very earth here felt 'wrong' somehow.  It was different, tainted, unclean.  Her senses changed, broadened and narrowed at the same time and in only a few seconds she was but a large, overgrown bush.<br/><br/>It was not a moment too late either.  The four pursuers came around the facade in a loping shambling run.  They still looked human, though if they were, they'd been 'changed' by their stay here, they seemed almost feral in nature.  The three men, ran on directly, one with his hand inside his pants, obviously stroking his erection.  But the female of the group stopped and turned.  She looked directly at the plant that was Erillia for a moment.  Then she sniffed at the air, her brow furrowed, then turned and ran off, trying to catch up to the other three who thought they were still on the tail of the fleeing mage.<br/><br/>If she'd had lungs, she would have breathed a sigh of relief, but plants did not.  In a very short period of time, the quartet ran beyond the range of her plant senses, but she knew her deception had worked.  She had evaded the quartet, and hopefully slipped the prepared traps that the master had left for her.  Though now she was still in this strange realm with no guidance.  Not all the buildings in this town were facades, she could explore them.  But it might be better to flee this place, as it was obviously unsafe.  The way the one man had been masturbating inside his pants made it quite clear what their intentions had been as well.