Following one of the markers, you hope to come across the melceys that live in this part of the desert. Instead- "Humph." What you see frightens you halfway out of your wits at the sight of what you presume is a melcey. "You may call me Kilian." Though at the moment you aren't concerned with his name, the mechanized arm has your full attention. His narrowed eyes follow your gaze. "The arm... a fight long ago." And he gives a bone-chilling smile that would drop most homicidal maniacs. "Melceys have themes, mine is of earth. You... you should move on now." A distant look comes into his eyes, and he leaves without another word.

Disturbed, you stumble across two smaller, earth theme melceys tearing through the remains of a jackrabbit. "Salutations visitor, I am called Ianthe and this is Gaelan. The female says after licking her paws clean. We welcome you to this desert home. A more pleasant greeting anyway." She sighs and drops into a patch of red hal'na blossoms satiated. "Ahem." The male quietly clears his throat. "There are more melceys here. One more frightening then Killian over there. Really." You give that part of the desert waving with bright flowers an askance look.

"Not much for eloquent words are they? My name is Hektor." Says a handsome one with a romantic air about him. "Besides being of fire, I do have a hobby of composing poetry. Those of the heart of course." You wonder if you should take him seriously or not when a melodic, musical whistle trills from behind. "I'm Darin, outlander." The gray one with large ears tells you. "I've a pack of my own, one that I'm extremely proud of. With a few fine litters I'd say." He begins to hum a bright tune vaguely familiar. "Care to visit? If not, you can speak with my daughter Aletha. She's very, um, energetic." He sweatdrops slightly.

A bright fire themed melcey bounces up to you, mischief sparkling in her eyes. "As my father said, I am called Aletha." She looks up at you brightly. "I've just come from visiting our collection of beanies. Mine is the very studious one." She cocks her head at you. "Have you meet my niece yet? She's very sweet and shy. If, um, clingy at times."

A faint sound from behind catches your attention, and you turn to see another melcey much larger than the others. "I am known as Eris, of chaos. The first known of that theme." A coldness settles over you, as if you very soul is dissapearing. You shiver under those icy eyes. "I must not stay long about here." She looks at you with a cold, measuring glance. "Information about us is posted there to the side for you to view if you wish. Farewell."