<div class="floatleft">(https://www.herr-der-ringe-film.de/v3/media/darsteller/denethor/john_noble01-cb168988.jpg) (http://orig01.deviantart.net/9e58/f/2011/230/e/e/walter_bishop_by_gredandfeorge-d47312s.jpg)</div>The Doctor (https://elliquiy.com/forums/index.php?topic=311637.msg15111506#msg15111506)<br/><br/><div class="spoiler_container"><div class="spoiler_header" onclick="hideSecond (this);" role="button">Initative</div><div class="spoiler_body"> 13 </div></div><br/>The Doctor stepped through the portal, seemingly without hesitation. Curiosity and focus on the task of finding the mortals, overtaking a fundamental sense of self preservation. As he stepped into the thick high grass, he closed his eyes and smiled as the cool night breeze, passed over his skin, whispering some message he could not quite make out.<br/><br/>"I apologize, but I do not underst--"<br/>Opening his eyes just in time to see the gate close the others can likely hear his surprised whisper.<br/><br/>"Just like what happened to Mad Mattie!"<br/><br/>Whatever he was about to say next is interrupted as he sees the grass move in the distance. The backs of what could be large, wolf-like, hobgoblins begin to slice through the swaying grass, with a graceful sleekness, that makes him think for a moment of a documentary, he once saw, of Bengal Tigers on the hunt. As his fascination gives way to  the idea that he should give warning, the creatures suddenly howl a long terrifying sound.<br/><br/>"Exactly like Mad Mattie!" he exclaims with a harsh whisper. The Doctor's first instinct is to hide, yet even as he sinks so that his head is below grass level, and holds himself perfectly still, the others likely notice the grass shifting colors and the surrounding environment taking on a slightly autumn-like look. The likely indescribable scent of harvest hangs in the air.<br/><br/><br/>