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"Guess so" I said, laughing. I ripped another bread hunk off and started chewing on it. The sense of malevolence, of hatred was growing stronger. It was then I saw a few tendrils of fog drifting into the city center. The aura seemed concentrated about them. Standing, I said "Guys...I think we should get out of here." I felt cold, although not in the traditional sense. Not that the temperature was low, just the absence of heat, of life, really. I could feel the hair on the back of my neck standing on end.
 
"I second that motion." I said, rising to my feet. I had felt the sense of forboding, the feeling that something wished to harm us. And then I saw the fog, just like I had 'remembered' I was now scared, by any definition. "Wait, we're in a cave right? This might be gas." I said, stopping in my tracks as I began to move towards it, then backing away. "I don't have an animal we can throw in to test, unless you count David."
 
"G- guys!" I exclaimed, "It's behind us too!" Whatever it was, I was afraid. What that fog could do was unknown to me, and it came within a metre away from my face
 
"Son of a *****" I said, half-speaking, half-yelling. Whatever it was, it seemed to be attracted to us, to the living. Not good. "Make a run for it" I said quietly. "Whatever it is, maybe we can make it out if we split up." I really hoped so, this...thing was making me second-guess my decisions. I didn't like that. Wasn't good, either, indecision on my behalf could get them killied.
 
"Right!" I said, and I looked around. I had to make a descision on where to go, and quick. If it was gas, I might not make it. I took in a few deep breaths, then one huge one, and dashed off, sprinting towards the area where we had entered the cave, dissapearing into the mist...
 
I didn't bother responding, I just ran to the opposite end of the town, hoping there wwould be a different exit there. No luck. I turned to go back, when the gas blocked my way, and began circling around me.
 
Jeremy, who came into the center of the city before the group, was sitting on the edge of the center, seemingly calm about the whole experience.

He watched calmly as the group scrambled trying to escape.
 
The fog was standing at about waist-level where I was. I backed up a few steps, then ran forward, jumping as far as I could above the stuff. I rolled and came to my feet after landing to find that the fog now covered me head to foot. I couldn't so much as see my own feet when I looked down. Still odder, though, was that that sense of hatred for all things living seemed gone. Instead, the fog seemed to...like me. I felt warm inside, loved. A face seemed to drift out of the bog, followed by a body. It was my long-dead mother. My eyes momentarily widened in shock, then I realized that it was perfectly natural. My mom wasn't dead at all, she'd just run odd and hidden here, in this city.

Stepping forward, I wrapped my arms around her. She faded away, ephermeal as this fog gave a sense of permanence. Then, pain, pain like I'd never known. It felt as though every nerve on my body had been lit aflame. I was senseless from it, careening unconcious down rivers of fire. As soon as it had begun, it was done with. The fog seemed...afraid of me somehow, it shrank away from me. I gave myself a brief check. I seemed fine except from thje now scabbed-over wounds from the ice storm and the lingering taste of a lemon in the back of my mouth.
 
Kristen found a berry bush and ate a few of the berries. It didn't take long for her to become full. She sighed and looked around to see no one around her. They had all gone off on their expeditions. Kristen sighed and then noticed fog beginning to gather around her. Kristen immediatly felt something was wrong despite the beauty she normally found in mist. Kristen walked around the mist and away towards where the majority of the othres were. She came upon the city but saw mist gathering around it. Kristen whimpered and walked away from the mist.
 
The group, that Jeremy could see so clearly started to blur. There was something that kept him calm through this intense time, a voice of sorts saying "keep calm, keep calm, nothing will come to harm you, just keep calm". So he obeyed, or rather was force to obey, it was like his mind and body were separated, and he couldn't control any part of his body.

Soon, his eyes shut, and he could feel his head spinning as his body crashed on the cold hard stone.
 
I was charging through the fog, and then suddenly, my fear was gone. In it's place, there was a feeling of smug superiority. Why was I scared of a bit of mist? I wondered. I didn't feel like the same person anymore either. I felt... Powerful. It felt like adrenaline rush and steroids combined. I vaugely remembered reading somewhere that an illegal drug could give people seemingly berserker strength, maybe this was similar. I began laughing slightly, and strolled forward again, when suddenly, my feeling of power vanished. Before I could react, I felt like lightning had striken me. My muscles spasmotically jerked, I would have screamed, but I couldn't breath, as waves of pain rolled through me. Thankfully, it was more than my mind could handle, and I soon slipped into unconsciousness...
 
I was forgotten by the others, (Sadly) But I had my own problems to worry about. TEh gas was permeating throughout the entire village, and I climbed up onto the tallest building I could find. TEh gas was heavy so it wasn't reaching up here, but as it began to concentrate I watched with worry filled eyes as the gas steadily began floating up to me. It looked rather unhealthy, like some sort of smoke, and with me naturally hating smoke, I wanted to keep away from it as much as possible. Still, I saw no where I could go, and was forced to take a deep breath and hold it as the gas rolled over me.
 
OOC: Since I have no idea where I am, I'm just going to pick up where everyone else is. And.. that would be running from the fog, right?

IC: I ran unevenly through some trees, the fog drifting slow but close behind me. I looked around franticly, wondering where the others were, and turned a corner behind a tree. This landed my right back at the village, and before I could run again, my weak body shook. I had run my limit, but still tried to push myself further. But by now the fog had caught up, and I was slowly giving into oblivion as it enveloped my body.
 
I held my breath as teh noxious gas rolled over me, making it almost impossible to see. I prayed to myself it woudl either thin out or disperse before I rant out of breath. Unfortunately, that didn't happen.

Almost as soon as I took a gasping breath, my lungs were flooded with the gas and my body was wracked with vicious coughing fits. The gas or smoke or whatever it was burned my lungs, and the burning feeling began to sprean through my body, making me feel like I was on fire. I waved my hands in front of me, trying to wave off some of the gas so I could breath. But I failed, the gas being too thick to drive off. I began stumbling across the rooftop, a hand to my chest to suppress the minor pains I was getting whenever it heaved from my rasping coughs, and the other hand was over my mouth to try to keep out as much as possible. I slipped on a rock and fell backwards off the building....

But I landed almost effortlessly on my feet on the ground. But I had no time to ponder about that. My senses were blurred and numbed from the burning sensation in my body, and my lungs heaved in futile attempts to expell the smoke from me. I stumbled and fell, and my body was too woozy and weakened to get up. Finally unable to fight it anymore, I passed out with the smokey gasses floating lazily around me.
 
I started to notice the silver on one of the leaves, but it was too late, as waves of pain rocketed through me. But below the endless pain was confidence, and a re-assurace that it would be all over soon.. I didn't get to question the thoughts though, as I dropped to my knees, and finally hit the ground, unconcous.
 
Not even a moment after I had felt comfortable around the mist, I felt a pain worse then I had ever felt before fly through my nervous system, sending me to my knees, then eventually the ground. The pain proved to be too much, and I fell unconcious.
 
Aside from a little soreness, I was actually feeling better than ever. I felt more vital. My eyesight and hearing seemed improved and I was more energetic than I could ever remember being. with the fog shrinking away from me, I turned around and ran back to the city square, trying to find the others. The fog was surrounding me, as if it was sentient, but it refused to come within six feet of me. In addition to the hatred, a sense of fear oozed from the mist.
 
I snapped out of my unconcious state only a few minutes after falling into it. I glanced up, and noticed the fog basically running away from me for some reason, though I didn't understand why. I had ended up in the square somehow, basically right under the tree. The whole world seemed larger, but it was just an effect of my head spinning.
 
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I woke up woozily. I couldn't discern how long I had been out, but I began to wonder if it was some sort of spell that put me out for several years. The reason being that I noticed a tightness in my clothes, like they barely fit anymore. Like I had grown severely in the time period I was out. I began to wonder if there was some steem in the mist that had shrunk my clothes. I rose painstakingly to my feet, and noticed with intrigue that the smoke, fog, gas, whatever it was, was now moving away as if it had a mind and wanted nothing more to do with me. Despite the weariness I was feeling and the fact my senses were still swimming slightly, I stood firmly on the ground. I did not stumble or sway, something I found very interesting considering I wasn't quite straightened out yet. But as my senses finally settled, I noticed that everything seemed brighter, clearer. I coudl see further than ever before, like I had a pair of magnifying glass stuck in my face. I looked around and noticed I was standing right outside the town square. Now returning my focus to the strange enhanced vision I was experiencing, I reached out with my arm, trying to see if there wasn't a glass wall that was affecting my vision. My hand struck air.

It was then I noticed the change in my hand and gazed at it in dumbstruck horror...
 
<OOC>Just a note, and I should have made this clearer: At first, the only effects of the fog seem to make you healthier. We find out about the sure a month afterwards, under the full moon. we change into our curse for monthly and slowly take on charicteristics of said form until we change cmpletely and permanently.<OOC>
 
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