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(Ah, yes the beauty of character quirks}

He ended up pacing for a while and beating his knuckles to a bloody pulp agaist the rock face. He was ashamed that he had called all women whores because that was unfair to the female populace. He was sure there were a few, he just had not met them. Evan gave his hands a dirty glare as though it was all their fault. "Bloody temper." He muttered.

Scarlett woke to a terrifying chill creeping up her spine.
Her eyes slid open, and she realized that her camp fire had gone out...
Or had it?
Why didn't anything look familiar?
Thats when she realized she was not at all where she had gone to sleep.
In fact, she was being dragged slowly through a rough patch of something white and brittle by something that did not look at all human.
Instinct told her to reach for her saber.
Which would have been great if it had been anywhere near her.
But ,as it was, her weapon was no where in sight.
So she did the next best thing.
She screamed her lungs out.

Evan heard the scream from his campsite and stood up. Sleep had evaded him tonight, but none the less he took of towards the source of the scream. His first thought was the Little Devil, and that caused him to frown. Why would she be screaming?

Scarlett had managed to get a hold of a tree trunk and was currently hanging on for her dear life.
"Let me go!" she screamed, attempting to kick away her attacker.
Though, it would have been more accurate to just admit that her attacker was a monster... Because it was.
Whatever had been attempting to drag her off to who knows where had no defining facial features whatsoever, except for two blackened holes where eyes should have been.
It was tall and bone thin, with hands that were nearly all long, hard fingers.
It was the color of alabaster, and made a slight clicking noise when it moved.
Just thinking about it gave her the chills.
As it tugged at her ankle, she attempted to kick it away with her free leg, landing a solid blow to its head.
The creature seemed not to notice.

Evan ran fast to the place of origination for the scream and what he saw shocked him slightly. He pinched himself first to make sure he was not dreaming then went to rescue the Little Devil. Stepping between her and the beast, Evan leveled it a glare before loping off its head. "And of couse I leave you for a couple of hours and you get kidnapped by some nightmare monster," he muttered crossly.

As the monster let go of her ankle, her body flopped ungracefully to the ground, belly side down.
"Oof!" she groaned, laying there for a few seconds before getting to her knees.
Her face and clothes were covered in dirt and her hair was full of leaves from being dragged in her sleep.
With a white face and wide eyes she pointed straight at Dicaprio. "I-I told you so! There are strange things here!" she hissed, reaching up to pull a twig from her hair.
When she pulled it out and glanced at it, she gave a yelp of horror and tossed it past Evans head.
"B-bones!" she stammered, taking in the land around them.
Indeed, the ground was littered with skeletal remains, gleaming pale white in the moonlight.

Evan raised an eyebrow as he dodged the projectile. "Yes, I'm aware of that. Any where are carnivorious beast resides there will be bones." He bent down and examined the bones then grinned, "And this creature will eat anything."

She couldn't help but pout childishly at him. Feeling that she at least owed him some gratitude for slaying the monster, she held her tongue.
Walking to the monsters corpse, she searched around, looking for her saber. When she did not find it, she cursed. "Where did that bloody thing go..." she grumbled.
Looking at Evan she shot him a curious look. "Why did you help me?" she asked.

Evan shrugged. "Your screams would not allow me to sleep." And the fact that even Evan would not allow someone to be killed on his watch while it was avoidable. "Here." He said shoving a small knife's handle into her hand. "Till you find you toy."

She took the knife, biting her tongue once more about his quip about her sword.
"Thanks..." she answered, raising a brow at him.
Pacing a few seconds, she stopped and looked at him. " We have to get off of this Island as quickly as possible or we'll both die" she stated.
Rubbing her chin thoughtfully she looked at him. " We need to begin building a boat as soon as morning sets in" she replied.

"Are you qualified to build a boat?" Evan asked more then sure the island doesn't even hold the poper material to build one. "And we'll only die by monster if we don't kill each other first." He flashed the other a grin, all teath.

She finally had her fill of being polite. Snorting she eyed him. "Its easy for you to say, its not like any of those beasts want to eat something as terribly unappealing as you..." she muttered.
"Besides... I don't want to be stuck here... I have places to go and people to see... Living in a damp, beast filled forest may be your idea of fun and games... But I would much prefer a nice hot bathtub and some warm ale..." she answered crossly.

Evan shrugged, "All the better for me and all the worse for you. Plsu, warm ale? Ale is always best served cold. And baths are over rated." He grins at the last part acting like an 11 year old who doesn't want to take a bath.

" I can tell that you loath baths... That's probably what kept those beasts from dragging you away" she quipped.
Leaning forward, she reached forward and pretended to collect dirt from behind his ear. " See, its just as I imagined, filthy" she mused.

Evan grinned at the other, "Sure all you find back there will be dirt?" He is not offended by the fact he does not take a bath and so is not angered by the other's statement. "And if it protects me from the beasts, why should I complain?"

"I dont know, maybe you'll find potatos back there in a few days" she said mockingly.
Stepping on a bone, she looked around with a slightly disgusted face, until she realized they were all human bones.
" Feeding grounds..." she muttered to herself.
Her people had many superstitious stories about creatures of the night.
As a child she hadn't really believed them, now she sorely regretted not taking her Grandmothers words seriously.