Greg Wallock & Innuo

The Ruins was a place he had known about for some time, though he had kept it secret from all but his parents for the sake or preserving the ancient sight from the desctructive gangs that thrived in Atroe City. During the winter months he didn't go there, mainly because the area was so rugged, and he was afraid someone might follow his tracks. And it was this reason that he hadn't blundered across the Shadow Haunters, much to his good fortune.

With the weather being warmer, the young man had made his way to the secret area, and just happened to arrive at the time that Risen led her pack out to assault the Wolf Center. And the time just before Wasteland and the others led their mission to save the crippled Penny. By some miraculous troke of good fortune, he had come across the little cub of Chahaya's, who had crawled out from his den when she was out getting a quick bite to eat. Thinking the cub was abandoned after he failed to find the densite, Greg took the hapless creature home with him.

At first, he thought it was a cougar cub. But by the time he got home and got to looking at the little creature, Greg noticed faint stripes in the coat. He didn't know this was a liger, but he would find out in due time.

"Innuo, do you like that name?" Greg asked with a smiling grin as he set up a makeshift den in the back greenhouse. Using rabbit fencing, he constructed a pen, and laid down a strew of blankets and clothing. Positioning a heat lamp over head to keep the little liger warm, Greg called up his parents to tell them of his find.

Toni

Like Taylor, the young woman wasn't showing her pregnancy but she sure was feeling it. Quit kicking, baby. She murmered soothingly to her stomach. Her hand resting lightly on the child, she stepped inside. The bells chimed at her entrance, and her eyes wandered around the room. She was working on a "Garden of Death". All the plants that could kill. Where better to go then a Garden shop? Toni was quiet as she slipped through, but not finding what she was looking for she stepped up to the front counter. Hello? She called. Hellebore. Another thing she needed to add to her list. And Nightshade. Oh, drat how much stuff would she need? She waited, as patiently as a pregnant woman could, before calling again in a slightly louder voice, Hello?!

Greg & Innuo

Hearing a voice from up front, Greg made sure the litte cub was secure before heading the other way. "Hang on a sec, I'm coming!" He called out, carefully rushing past bench after bench of plants until he reached the front room. "Can I help you with anything?" Greg questioned as he made it to Toni, a pleasant smile accompanying his face.

Toni

She gave him a warm smile as he walked through the doors. Ah, yes. I was wondering if you guys carried any of the more...Deadly plants. Hellbore, Nightshade, things like that. Foxglove, maybe? She frowned, then murmered softly Yes, Foxglove would be very pretty. Then she shook her head, and looked up at him smiling. You see, I'm making a 'Garden of Death'. Only looking, no touching. I know some of the most deadly plants are also some of the most beautiful. Like herself. Her hair was raggedly chopped, and black. She looked like the emo's now aday but it was just a hair cut gone bad. Her voice was rich with french accent, and she kept the warm smile still on her face. Deadly, but beautiful.

Greg & Innuo

Tilting his head in just the slightest fasion, Greg gave a slight grin, "You've come to the right place. We keep the more dangerous plants back this way." He explained, heading to the far back room.

"Castor Beans are our most popular sellers." The teen pointed out, approaching a plant that was just a shy taller than he was. "We carry the Impala cultivar; personally, I like it the best. The purple leaves go pretty well with the pink seeds." He explained, not at all shy to admit that he liked pink. "It's an annual here, so you'll have to bring the plant inside during the winter. You'll have to be careful of pets, if you do this though."

Greg moved to another table now, where a much shorter bunch of plants were growing, all with earth-toned flowers which all pointed down and away, as if they were shy. "Here's our Hellebores. And the Foxglove..." He motioned towards a group of plants nearby. "They'll be flowering soon. And you might like Wolfsbane. Personally one of my favorites." Greg gingerly picked up a small pot, where a mass of leaves were sprouting from. "This is one you'll definitely not want to be touching. Make sure you wear gloves when you plant it. This is the napellus cultivar; with the blue-purple flowers." The teen explained, setting the plant back down and moving on.

"You're actually the first person to ask for Nightshade; well, one of the first. Most aren't interested in the native plants we have around here, but I can definitely get some for you. You might be interested in Mandrake, Pokeweed, and Moonshadow. We've got Jack-in-the Pulpit, and Trilliums." After naming off so many plants, Greg stopped himself, "I guess I'll let you take a look around. Oh, there's another..." Hurring over to the corner of the greenhouse, Greg picked up a small, yearling tree. The stem and trunk bristled with clusters of purple-black thorns. "It's not much on poison, but it's a tree with an attitude. The Black Locust."

Toni

She gave a wide grin, and nearly jumped with excitement. I'll take it all. My trucks out front, could you help me load it all up? She picked up a couple of the plants, so gentle in her pale hands. A reverse garden of eden. Perhaps you would like to come see, when its all finished. Her eyes were distracted, not even paying attention to Greg or anything else for that matter. She began to take the stuff outside, and load it into her truck.

Greg & Innuo

"No prob'" Greg assured, picking up the nearest plant and carrying it out to her truck. "Sounds cool, I'd love to check it out. It's good to know I'm not the only one with a fascination for these sorts of plants!" He added with a bit of a laugh.

Once everything was loaded, Greg stepped back from the truck, "Well, good luck with your Death Garden. If you need anything else, I can probably get it for you." His family was in touch with all the local growers, as were many greenhouse operators. If a grower needed something, there was usually someone there willing to help them out.