GaeaThe StrategistDoing: Poking the bush that Ayren is in/
Thinking: That bush did move... right?/
Relationship Status: Single, and not looking.
Something was wrong. Something was definitely wrong. What had happened to the plane? Where did the plane crash land? Were there provisions to make it through if she were stranded on the island? Perhaps the plane had, by some chance, crash landed on the island, to be discovered later with a miracle amount of provisions. Wait, what was that movement in the bushes? Perhaps there were natives on the island. If there were natives, then they probably wouldn't be entertained by the idea of a random plane crash landing on their island. Maybe they were, by some highly improbable chance, friendly and were willing to supply them with provisions to survive until they could get off the island.
Dark eyes flickered open, blinded by the sudden burst of sunlight. Wounded brown wings stretched, causing a disgustingly loud pop to erupt in the air. A brown-green tipped tail flicked, kicking up a cloud of sand with its hitting on the sandy beach. Slowly, a rather small, brown coloured figure raised itself to its paws, standing at its rather short size. Dark eyes shot around, meticulously taking in every detail that could be seen in its range of vision. Old, dark blood crusted over the female's right eye, though the female seemed unaware of the injury. She seemed more interested in observing her surroundings than concerning herself with the safety of others.
Tropical island,Gaea, a little-known female
JMD, thought to herself.
Lovely. Her eyes looked to the sky, following the trail of smoke that the crash landed plane had left behind.
Looks like it probably crashed farther into the island. Perhaps we can find scrap metal throughout the island from the crash to make shelter? Highly unlikely. She wouldn't be able to pull the scrap metal, taking into consideration her size and stature. No, she wouldn't be able to pull it back to a safe place. And then there was always the concern of hostile natives that would burn her hide off if she dared to travel any farther into the island.
Great. Just great.
Shaking herself free of sand and other loose materials, Gaea soon realized that she wasn't the only one in the area.
The other passengers, she thought miserably, pausing mid-shake to look at the other passengers.
Lovely. Just lovely. Now I have to deal with panicking, irrational idiots. She had learned from other incidents that others tended to act irrationally in times of danger, and make foolish decisions. And then that would mean that other, panicking people would act on feeling instead of instinct, and just cause more trouble in general. More trouble for her, that was.
Perhaps she could ford out the incident alone, maybe with another intellect and tactical person? Hopefully no one would force all of the survivors to stay together, in the island. That would mean everyone going to her for their medical problems, when her jewel power was horribly weak in comparison to others. No--she couldn't let anyone know about her jewel problems. She
had to get out before anyone realized how weak her healing abilities were.
Slowly backing up, Gaea heard a rustling sound, and quickly turned her attention to the rustling noise. A bush was moving. Yes. That made complete and logical sense. A bush moving by itself.
Totally realistic. Cautiously, Gaea approached the bush, her pawsteps silent in the sand. Tentatively, she poked the bush with her tail, half-expecting some insane native to leap out of the bush, making insane war cries, or some insane man crying "why did you touch my bush?!"