Viridian's POV
The last several days have been dull, with just sleeping in trees, stealing food from oblivious farmers, just basically moving in some random direction. My map had been stolen by a pesky street boy at the last village, so I have literally no idea where the nether I'm heading right now... I yawned, pushing my long, wavy sea green hair out of my way, running my fingers through it as my comb had been stolen as well, much to my annoyance. I had been sheltering at night in a vast, lush green jungle that had been untouched by human, to my relief. Mobs were on the prowl underneath the massive jungle tree I rested on that shot upwards like a skyscraper, but as the day closed in, they began to burn and hiss viciously in fright. As the last few scrambled out of the way out the burning sunlight, giving up their hunt for prey, I decided it was safe to venture out from my tree. Unsheathing my sword, I dug it as hard as I could into the bark and used it for balance before yanking it out violently and skidding down the whole thing. Just as I was about to plummet down to the hard ground, I caught hold of a low branch sticking out the side of another tree alongside my own, and swung to safety.

A troop of ocelots were watching curiously as I strode past, and edged backwards just the slightest. A few tilted their heads hopefully, 'begging' for fish. Even if I had any, I would give it to them. I ignored them and went on. They could catch their own, unlike yours truly. Realising I wasn't about to offer any food, they lost interest and shot off like furry spotted bullets through the trees. I didn't have a map, but I knew there was a village very close by, in a northerly direction. I had a pitiful few golden nuggets, and even less diamonds, but that was enough to get me some supplies to last at least until the next village, especially if I could trade in some of the wood and stone I have accumulated. I had a few swords still in very good shape as well, after beating up a few hunters who were hassling a mother and her glitched son. Jealousy pricks at me as I recall. Not everyone is lucky enough to have parents in Minecraftia. You always spawn naturally, but if you're fortunate, some kindly couple will take you in as their own. If you're not, you are most likely die and become prey for the mobs (and sometimes hunters as well). But then, some survive on instinct and pure luck. Some. Yeah, Minecraftia's a real great place to live.

Anyway, by my calculations if I set off now, I may be able to reach the next village by sunset. I paused, sniffing the air. I'm no wolf hybrid, but I could detect the edge of burning wood in the air. I shuddered. Humans, probably. I'm mostly human myself, but I can't stand my one kind half the time, seriously. Most likely a few idiots setting trees on fire for no apparent reason like they do. Griefers, or maybe a burning zombie ran into into a tree. Who knows, and I'm not hanging around to find out.
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Malik's POV
As soon as I accidentally brushed a gloved hand against a tree, a spark flared and a small flame ignited. I stared, having absolutely no idea how that had just happened, with my specially made ghast-iron cestuses that prevented the heat from inside to seep through and set everything alight. Being a magma hybrid has some... Complications. It's got its upsides, like powers passed on from the mighty magma cube, but there are also the... Downsides. Like having this irresistible urge to set fire to everything around you and watch those flimsy little wooden buildings burn... Ahem. I've been charged for arson so much I've lost track of exactly how bad my criminal record actually. Good thing I've already good job as very successful hunter. With this occupation, I guess you could say I'm a little cruel. But hey, steady on with the blame. I'm doing this because I don't want to die. What's the wrong in that? As a added bonus, I actually get paid for this. Win-win if you ask me. The other thing about being someone like me is that, well, you tend to ACCIDENTALLY make things go up in flames as well as on purpose. Like now.

I hissed in annoyance. "Ah, snap. THIS, is why I don't travel through forests and jungles." I snuffed out the spreading blaze with the back of my wrist, enjoying the intense heat while it lasted. Nightshade rolled her blood red eyes.

"Not exactly enjoying it myself." She said flatly with the slightest edge of a French accent. She nearly tripped over for about the tenth time as her long trench coat caught in a snag once again, and had to pause to unhook it. "This attire is a serious safety hazard," she muttered. "I can see it as my cause of death."

"You could chop the end off and turn it into a jacket." I smirked slightly, tightening the armoured glove on my left hand.

"As much as I'd love to, jackets don't suit me." She breezed past me casually with a flick of her thick curtain of black and red curls. "We should arrive at our designated destination... Hopefull before nightfall. Patir (Go away)!" she snapped in French at a few investigating ocelots that were practically ripping the back of her trench coat to pieces. The cats raced off, and she let out a breath of relief. I've been her partner for a few months now, and I know that if it's one thing she can't stand, it's furry animals. ESPECIALLY rabbits.

"Good. When does this freaking jungle end!?" I nearly set alight yet another tree, and huffed, folding my arms moodily to keep them from bringing this green, very flammable piece of nature down in a smouldering sea of charcoal. Nature is annoying...

"I wish I knew." She sighed.

"I thought you have the map."

"I do. It's just that it does not specify exactly what the scale is..." She frowned at the yellowing parchment she was studying closely, which had carefully inked but fading lines and nest crease lines from where owners before had folded and unfolded it countless times. "People just don't want to hire cartographers these days." She complained. "This was made like a decade ago. Luckily not much changes."

"I still don't know why we could not simply hire a carriage." I said with the edge of an accusing tone. "Or even a minecart. Or... Anything, really. Horses even?"

"There aren't any safe roads leading to this remote village, apparently. No vacant minecart rails unless you want to plummet down a cliff face, and as for horses..." She grimaced. "They disgust me. Plus we all what would happen if you tried to sit on one. Your mount would be roasted." I had to agree with her there. I accidentally caused a bush to burst into flames, and managed to forced the fire to stop growing before it raged outta control with a wave of my hand, accidentally bumping into a tree behind me in the process and setting it alight as well. I saw Shade face-palming. Ugh... It's going to be a long day...
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Author's Note
It should probably be mentioned that I only update when the previous chapter reaches at least 20 views, but I always write no matter what, so if I'm not updating for a while, it's probably just waiting for the reads to slowly go up. So if you guys what more (I have no idea know why, but if you want it for some reason...) just spread the word, share, etc. And I would LOVE some feedback on this story. How is it going? How is the pacing? Too much action? At times I try my best to be humorous (yes, I actually try), is it working? Yeah, probably not. I've got something planned ahead, and I THINK I may have found a plot... Are you as shocked as I am? I need to do some planning -_- but I've got the next two chapters down.
-iVesper