The Essence of Souls [Open, PM me for bio submission]

[Blewcheese]

"No... Doesn't look like we're anywhere near New York anymore, though..."

Barry surveys the forest around him.

[Blewcheese]

"Why? I like the night. It's calm. Besides, we have time."

He treks on as the area slowly becomes a swamp.

[Blewcheese]

"Oh. I used to live in a cage. Night was the only time I would ever get any privacy."

Barry nods.

"But if you feel like you need a fire, then that's fine. We better chop some trees."

[Blewcheese]

"Wow! That's so cool! All I have is a stupid guitar. Can you make one for me too?"

Barry stares at Daniel in awe.

[Blewcheese]

"Alright. Let's get going!"

Strapping the guitar to his back, Barry begins chopping trees.

[Blewcheese]

(O.o Somebody knows... Also, I'm assuming we can chop... One tree per minute? I'm not sure.)

Barry had felled three trees, and resulted with twelve logs. He carries them over to a clearing.

[Blewcheese]

Barry nods.

"Yup. We should grab some twigs and grass as well."

He begins hunting for sticks and grass.

Edited November 29, 2013 by Blewcheese

[Blewcheese]

Barry nods.

"That would be nice. I like berries. They sound like my name."

He laughs gleefully and grabs some grass and sticks as the sun slowly begins to set.

[Blewcheese]

By the time Daniel returns, it is almost night. In the clearing, there are two larger logs, most likely to be chairs, by a circle of rocks, a pile of smaller logs, twigs, and grass therein. There are also a couple of straw rolls.

"You're back! Good! You were going to miss the stars!"

[Battal]

Oxryklne flies off Barry's shoulder and onto one of the logs.  <I will admit, nice work.  This is quite a comfortable little camp you have.>

[Blewcheese]

"I'll have a berry."

He chuckles, before shaking his head.

"Not yet. I just wanted to say that."

He sits on a log, careful not to sit on Oxryclne.

[Battal]

<I had a bit of rabbit earlier.  I'm fine.>  Oxryklne says.  <Although...could you toss me a carrot?  I find that I grow quite hungry during nighttime.>

[Battal]

<Thanks.  Do you mind if I burrow into this log?  Would give you a bit more room...>

Oxyklne seems to be a bit more grateful to the group than he was previously.

[Blewcheese]

"Go ahead."

Barry stands up as it grows darker.

"Well, I'm going for a walk. The night air should be good."

[Blewcheese]

Barry walks into the dense forest, as dusk slowly turns to night. The group can hear some light guitar music in the distance, and it becomes darker and darker. The sun is almost completely under the horizon.

[Battal]

Oxryklne climbs down into a crack in the log. 

[Blewcheese]

As dusk turns to night, nothing happens. However, Barry stumbles into the small orb of light produced by the campfire. He has what seems to be large claw marks along his body, ripping through his clothes and staining his the grass with blood.

[Blewcheese]

Barry lets out a sound, something like a whimper of pain.

"Shadows... Darkness..."

At that, he falls flat on his face, unconscious."

[Battal]

<What the hell is going on out there?  Could you move?  You're blocking the entrance.>

[Battal]

Oxryklne climbs out of the log. <Damn...what happened to him?>

[Blewcheese]

Blood wells from Barry's wounds, and his face grows paler and paler by the moment. In the wounds, there is a hint of some dark matter. Some sort of dark goop.

[Battal]

<Here!  I think I might be able to get the stuff out of there.>

 

Oxryklne sends a tentacle of darkness towards Barry's wounds.  They wrap around the substance, trying to pull it out.

[Blewcheese]

When the dark matter comes into contact with the tentacles, the matter is simply absorbed. They seem to be made of nearly identical substances, the only difference being the consistency.

[Battal]

<What?  Did you think I could burrow through wood and rip open rabbits from the inside without a bit of help?>

[Battal]

<That's what I thought.>  Oxryklne says, pulling the last bit of shadow from the wound.