Undead on Death Island?! Hunt for the Castaway!

[Fox]

Reid was sweating nervously as he laid down limp at his campsite, playing dead. A sickle-tailed monkey shoved him aside to investigate his collection of fruits. It took one and took a bite out of it, leaving Reid lamenting his current state. One of the monkeys poked him, sniffed him and lifted up his arm. He just let it happen. This wasn’t the first time that these monkeys had raided his campsite. Lucky for Reid, he could avoid confrontation with them by playing dead. Being an undead and all, it was only natural that they didn’t suspect him.

It took them a while and a little property damage, but eventually the monkeys left. Reid tentatively sat up, glancing up at the trees cautiously. All clear? Looked like it. He let out a sigh, running a hand over his hair. It was tied up so that he could keep it out of his face. Surveying the campsite, things were pretty much in ruins. The damn monkeys had gotten into his food stash again, leaving him with scraps and the poisonous stuff. Reid found out quickly that the monkeys were a good way to figure out which foods weren’t fit for consumption.

His shelter had fallen over, but that wasn’t so bad. That was a quick fix. He propped it back up quickly enough, and all was right. Well. Aside from the food situation. Reid guessed that he was having seafood again. Standing up, Reid stretched, his bones popping loudly. He twisted around and did a bunch of stretches.

“Ahh…! Maybe we should move again. That’s the second time this week!” Reid said, glancing over to his sole companion. It was a coconut that he had partially cracked open and stuffed with dried leaves to make a mohawk. He’d painted on a mouth, having used the holes for eyes and a nose. It’s name was Cane. “I know, I know,” Reid nodded in response before dramatically pointing at the coconut, “But! I think I found the perfect spot. Y-Yes. The one under the cliff. It’s fine. I know. I knoooow!”

“Hightide isn’t a problem for us!” Reid snapped at Cane, having an argument with it. “I’ll make sure you can’t be swept out to sea. It’s fine! Okay?!”

Reid held his head and tapped his foot on the sand. He was looking pretty disheveled. His outfit was in tatters, but one could probably just barely make out that it used to be a magician’s outfit. His shoes had given out long ago, so he was going barefoot. He’d kill for some new shoes. His feet were sore. Pouting a little, Reid kicked sand over the remnants of the fire and started packing up. His shelter he could carry on his back. He’d fashioned it into a sort of backpack.

He put what remained of the food inside, carrying Swan Song in one hand and Cane in the other. Nodding to himself, Reid started the long march along the beach toward their new campsite. He glanced toward the jungle as he did, recalling the first time that he’d tried to make camp in the jungle instead of on the beach. That had been a particularly bad time. Sighing, he tucked Swan Song into a belt made from vines on his waist and pulled out his handmade ukulele.

“How about a song, Cane?”

He stuck Cane on top of his makeshift pack and started to play, letting the soft notes float into the air. Music helped to make him feel less lonely. He could almost imagine himself playing in a band or surrounded by friends and their smiles. Gosh, wouldn’t that be a wonderful thing? But he didn’t deserve that. He’d done so much harm. Reid shook his head and kept his mind on playing.

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[Kami-Gaz]

White and blue, they were the only colours that Mika had seen in hours. She had been flying so long in her full form that she had started to play a little game. If a fish or something jumped out of the water it was a point and if she saw a cloud that looked like a dog, she would have to land on the boat that she was pulling via rope and chase her dog form tail. Luckily, she had not seen any during the entire flight.

‘What’s that?’ She asked herself, bringing a hand off of the rope that was pulling the small boat to shade her eyes and get a better look into the distance. It was a small landmass, an island! It looked like it would be a good place to stop! Perfect. With a renewed determination the angel ploughed on, putting the rest of her energy into getting to the oasis in this blue ocean.

Mika was flying for the sake of going somewhere. She had a goal, but no idea on how to achieve it. She knew she needed friends to help her but finding people that she could trust was difficult. There had been bad people in her past that had taken those she loved away from her, since then there have been some nice people but they weren’t strong like she was. She had to find someone who was like her, fun, somewhat strong and loyal.

Eventually the time passed and the small blob in the distance was gone and replaced by a big land mass that was close enough to land on. ”WOOOOOOT!” She exclaimed before letting her sore wings go into a glide. Her glowing form streaked through the sky as the boat she was dragging skidded along the beach and into a patch of grass and short trees. The angel shifted and began to circle a bit as she descended gently, taking in what she could of the landscape.

“All these sticks! I hope there’s some one here to play fetch!” She said with glee, flapping a few times as her feet touched the floor. Then her sundress clad body transformed into that of a white fluffy dog and began to run around, sniffing at everything to get the scents and see what she could eat.

“No. I need to get the boat safe. Don’t want to lose that again.” Mika barked to herself, letting her form shift to that of something smaller and more welcoming than that of her freakishly tall full form. Her hands grabbing at the rope that had fallen into the sand and pulling it to the closest tree to tie it off.

[Fox]

Reid played away on his ukulele, happily humming to himself. It wasn’t all bad being marooned on a deserted island. He still had his spirits! And… Cane the coconut! He sighed softly to himself. As he rounded the edge of a cliff, Reid got a good view of the next stretch of beach. There were the usual tropical trees, the usual sandy beach, the usual boat with small girl standing beside it, the usual seaweed, the-

Wait, WHAAAAAAAA?!

Reid dived back behind the cliffside in a sudden jerky movement. What was a little girl doing here?! Had she seen him? Had she heard him? Wait, why was he worrying about that when there were those killer monkeys on the island? He had to stop her from going further into the island! But how? He was undead, so surely, she’d run away as soon as she got a good look. He sweated nervously. Did he have anything left to cover up with? Reid pulled his pack around and dug inside of it, finding only the tattered remains of the tarp that he’d been using for his tent.

“Better than nothing…”

With a lot of fiddling, he managed to get something that covered his face. His normal clothes were pretty concealing under normal circumstances, but they were quite tattered from years of use. It was fine. It’d have to do. Tossing his pack back onto his shoulders, he rounded the corner again and approached cautiously as to not scare the girl.

“H-Hello there!” He began nervously, calling out weakly to the girl. “What brings you here? I-It’s not safe, you know.”

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[Kami-Gaz]

The small dog eared girl in her sundress was struggling with her knots, they were something that she had barely any practice with but they were essential. She should have paid more attention to her family when they were all on the boat. They would show her all kinds of things, not that they had expected her to ever need to do them.

“Okay so I make a bow… then I thread this… Mhm… yeah like that. Then I tug on this and after that…. Ahh yeah I just make another bow with this bow and then I have a double bow!” The Sunkissed girl said as she was trying to make the knot, with her tongue poking out of her mouth in pure concentration. It was a lot of effort and doing things normal people did everyday was difficult to the dog that had just gained all of these abilities.

Once it was done, she took a step back from the tree and grinned, the tail that hung behind her wagging in excitement as she had crafted a knot so hard and complex that it couldn’t be really undone. She got so happy in fact her wings unfurled and flapped a bit, kicking up some of the sand to make a puff effect.

“H-hello there!” a voice called out.

Person? There was a person on this little island?! WOOT! That was perfect, some one here to make friends with so when she rested, she could not be lonely. The last week of flying had been very boring and the seagull that followed her boat had not come back after the fourth day.

The wings curled back up to rest against her back as she turned and ran down the beach towards the voice with a happy smile on her face as she waved. “Hi there! I’m Mika!” She called out the tail wagging and the faint light of her barely visible in the sun halo trailing behind her. This new friend was going to be nice, she could just feel it in her entire being.

[Fox]

Okay! First step, accomplished. Talking to a girl. Second step… eh. He was still figuring that out. For one, she hadn’t really responded to his one and only question, what was she doing here. She opted for her name. Mika. Reid fidgeted nervously as she ran over to him waving. Okay, okay. Don’t freak out. Taking a deep breath, he forced himself to smile even if little Mika couldn’t see it. It was more to help him boost her own confidence.

“H-Hello! I-I’m Reid?” he said, unable to keep the confusion from his voice. Wait. Was that… a tail? A wagging tail? Reid stared at it for a moment until he realized that might be considered rude. “Ah! Er! Yes! Very nice to meet you, miss. Um… yes, well… what… uh… What brings you here? You know it’s… quite dangerous?”

“Killer sickle tailed monkeys and other ferocious animals dwell here! And- And…”

Reid trailed off as he noticed the boat very obviously tied to a tree not far away. An actual ship? He’d tried making a raft, but any time he got anywhere with one, the monkeys would come and destroy all his hard work. He couldn’t travel very far into the island for materials either. Plus, he’d sort of come to accept the fact that he deserved to be here. Like the world wanted him to be here, but… when he saw that little boat, his hopes rose up into his throat.

“I-Is… that your boat there, M-Mika?”

He raised a solitary finger and pointed to it as if he was afraid that it would disappear if he looked away. What would he even do if he got off this awful island? Eat a decent meal for one. As much as he liked seafood, a diet of raw seaweed and shellfish wasn’t ideal for a years-long diet. Gosh, dessert would be nice. Cakes? Pastries? Bread.

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