Weather: less cloudy than usual, strong wind
tod: early morning
location: still Chygo

(Gon' use anthro Crest. : : : : 3)

(And maybe anthro Sol.)

Niki was perched on the edge of the thick wall that surrounded the city, enjoying the morning breeze that ruffled her golden fur. Beyond, the grey desert stretched out to the horizon, empty and terribly beautiful. Niki loved mornings.

(cool. c:)

(*waiting*)

(hello)

(please do x'D)

Crest sat cross-legged on the side of the street, her ragged cloak dusty and worn. She looked around at the others waking up and doing their regular morning routines. She, however, had no routine. The leucistic wolf yawned blearily and scanned for her close companion Sol. He went out early to find some breakfast. /I didn't even ask him to. He's so considerate./ Crest mused. She was oblivious to the fact that Sol liked her, she just thought of him as a close friend. The wolf smiled to herself and kept watching.

Falka leaned her head against the city wall and slowly opened her eyes. She'd spent the night outside Chygo, not even lighting a fire for fear of being spotted. The hyena slowly rose to her feet, wincing as the wound on her arm throbbed. The gates were pobably open by now, she decided. Shouldering her pack, she set of towards the city entrance.

Head high, Niki slid back down the wall, into the heart of the city. She deftly flipped a coin pulled from one of he many pockets, whistling quietly as she walked the streets. The wolf looked around, searching for a place to eat.

Niki jumped back swiftly, but she didn't reach for her dagger. Tilting her head to the side, she asked; "Haven't we met before?"

( I'm here... I'm not quit sure what to do tbh! XD Also, not sure how long I can stay but I hope it's a while )

"I thought so." The coin slid hypnotically through her fingers. (lol she's always playing with something shiny xD)
After a moment of silence she asked: "What are you doing here? The streets aren't safe this early in the morning..."

(thx for coming. :) we're rp-ing in a post-apocalypse desert world as anthros. right now we're in the biggest city, just kinda having our charas meet each other.)

( Ah! I'll try my best. Hope I don't sc.rew anything up. "xD I have to make a better anthro for Garson... Too bad I suck at anthro. XD "

Garson walked silenty along the old beaten road in black robes. He was stareing at strange texts and symbols in a leatherbound book.

(it'll be ok)
Niki sighed. "Well, I'd best get going." the wolf turned into a different street, brushing her mane of fur with a paw, covering the tiny horns that stuck out of her head. On quick, light paws, the young thief headed towards the main street. Dust billowed beneath her paws, the contents her long coat jangled lightly.

Sol jogged back to Crest, a small burlap sack in his hands. He smiled uneasily at his crush. The anthro wolf came over and plopped himself down across from Crest, the sack between them. "I got breakfast for us. That busted watch we found was actually worth more than we thought." Grinning, Sol lifted up the sack and shook it. Coins rattled around inside, bumping against the food in the sack.

(What would they eat if everyone's anthro? Would they all be vegetarians?)

(Oh, and Sol doesn't have that much money. Just a handful or two of silver coins.)

Passing through the gate, Falka warily eyed the guards. She knew all too well what a blade and a bag of coins could do, but entering the city made the hyena wary none the less. As she left the gates behind her, the anthro breathed a well concealed sigh of relief.

(they're not all anthro. being anthro is caused by a virus/genetic/radioactive disease that alters animals. some are born that way, some only have a bit of it, and some animals aren't affected. the ones completely unchanged have a much lower inteligence level.)

(So, there's still regular animals? Okey. : : : : B)

Niki sniffed. She looked over her shoulder at Bry, then shrugged. "As you wish." The wolf slowly slid her hand back into her pocket. "It would be better for your own good to be more carefull, though..." she trailed off.

(yup. x''D)

Garson continued walking along the road silently and stopped when her heard voices. He pulled the hood of his robe to conceal part of his face and put the book in a pocket inside the heavy jacket like robe. The sevral small chains jingled lightly as he aproched the voices. " Is someone there? " He growled.

Gursh darnit, did I miss it again?

"How about this?" Leaning against a wall, Niki pulled something from her pocket. A small satchel jingled metallicaly. (is dat a word? XD)
"I do believe it's yours." The wolf never let her irritation show. She tossed the bag to Bry. "Be glad i know you."

(nope. we're just getting warmed up. c:)

(Hallelugheah. [Has no idea how to spell that. XD])

Falka moved quietly through the streets, simple cloak concealing her colorful garb. A hood covered her face, only the grey feathers she always wove into her mane stuck out. The wind carried voices across the empty streets. Shouldering her bag once again, the hyena set off in the directionof the commotion.

( x'D )

Garson turned the corner and stared at Niki, only he left, blood red eye was visible because of his hood. He mumbled something and a small purple, blackish ball of aura was held in one paw.
( Okay, just to specify, I'm a Dark Mage, or whatever " Garson the dark artist " because I kinda have a weird thing for dark magic )

( Woops, did I just sc.rew up. >.<* )

Katya crouched behind the sleepy procession of monks, shambling forward, murmuring some ancient and archaic tounge unknown to those outside their ranks. She slid under the cloak of one, but one who was false. "Zink." She spoke in hushed, hurried tones and looked up at him, fortunately wearing pants under his cloak. "Totter off the other way." He nodded from above and slowly made his way into a ramshackle meat shop.

(haha me too)
"Lower your arms. Both of them." Niki's voice was suddenly cold. "Don't try anything." The wolf slowly turned, pulling out her dagger. A gust of cold wind swept back her hair, revealing a pair of tiny horns. A sigh passed through her lips. "And here I thought nobody missed the vial of Water..." she muttered. "Just my luck..."

Garson glared at her, groweling in anger. He lowered his arms, but still letting the dark aura hover behind his paw.
" Who are you!? "

Crouched behind a dilapidated market stall, Falka surveyed the strangers. Her eyes narrowed as she identified them. One seemed familiar, but the hooded one...She didn't know him personally, but just from the power emanating from him the hyena knew he was a mage of some sort. A long-healed spot between her shoulders tingled, and Falka bit back a curse. Mages and knights, she thought with distaste. Why did she always end up running into them?

(aww, okay.)
Niki shrugged, flipping the blade over in her hand. "No one of interest to you." her blue eyes were dangerously narrowed.

Garson continued to glare at Niki. He had a strange feeling someone, somwhere was watching him. He dispelled the aura and slowly tried to reach inside his robe.

" Don't toy with me little girl... " Garson groweled.

Suddenly the air whistled, Niki's blade flew between the sorcerer's outstretched fingers, nailing a shred of his robe to the wall behind him. "I might ask the same of you..." she growled.

Kat hurriedly sprung out from under Zink's robes, who seemed to be enjoying it, and stood up, wiping street dirt from her clothes. "You have it, Number 30?" Zink rolled his eyes at this. She often called him by Number Thirty, due to Zinc (a misspell of his last name) having thirty protons. He then begrudgingly tossed a silver medallion over to her, glinting in the dank, blood-scented butcher's shop. Katya caught it with her prosthetic, metal against metal clinking and she eyed the relic. It was as old as the ruins of the long gone empires of the humans and probably belonged to one, at some point. "Thanks." She said swiftly, before leaping out the door and into the streets, and leaving a forlorn Reginald Zink, who, despite being utterly annoyed by her, also found her completely charming.

Backing away from the dangerously growling mage, Falka turned into a different street. She lurched back with a start as she almost ran into a peculiar figure entering one of the shops lining the street. "Busy today," the hyena said, surprised. She had a melodic voive with an odd accent.

whoops, *voice

Katya skidded to a halt before smashing into Falka. "'Scuse me..." she muttered, quickly sliding the medallion into her sleeve.

The wolf ignored the angry question, this time drawing a longer blade from the sheath on her back. "So you're not from the Council..." she mused, eyes still half closed. Though her head didn't move, she noticed the book land in the dust. "I wonder, what buisness do you have with me?"

( ignore that post plz, One sec )

(Oh, btw, here are some pictures of Zink. #ZinkySlinky. Don't judge the tag. XD He's a ibizan hound/malamute.)

Falka shifted out of the way. The cool wind made her feel good, and she wasn't in the mood for a fight. Besides, the canine didn't seem to be a guard or anything of the sort. In fact, Falka thought the slightly startled face looked almost familiar. This surprised the hyena: those that she recognised usually belonged to one of two groups: goid friend or dea.d.

" Rrgh! " Garson growled, still in anger. " What councel?!... The only business I deal with is the ones where I get payed! "
He tried to sneakily kick the book behind his paw.

Katya continued on her way, Zink hustling after her, stopping to quickly apologize to Falka. "Sorry 'bout that... she's not one to care about people." He managed a smile, then trotted after Kat, catching up with her eventually, and yanking on her short tail to prevent her from going any faster. She growled at him without turning around.

( @quad: cool! actually, he looks prety nice!)
Niki's sword traced a thin, whistling arc in the air, for a moment the dust at her feet rose. "You don't know of the council?" the wolf raised an eyebrow. "Where have you been for the last six years?" With a flick of her boot, she kicked leather-bound tome off to the side.

"Alright! Let's see what we're having for breakfast!" Crest grinned and tugged the sack out of Sol's hands. She opened it and pulled out a cooked rabbit among a few silver coins. Crest felt her stomach rumble, and pulled off a rabbit leg to eat. Bit by bit, she and Sol shared the rabbit until it was picked clean. Crest got up, disposed of the carcass, and stretched. "Well, where should we go now?" She asked.

Falka turned slowly to look at the pair. What a strange day, she mused. Somebody apologised to me...The canine was truly surprised. It did't matter that neither stranger knew her. If they did, she would be in a much worse place right now. What mattered was the fact that the words were kind. Something she hadn't heard in the last six years.

" Hhh. Rgh... " He groaned as she kicked the tome away.
" I'm a weilder of shadow... I can travel through darkness whenever I can... And if you think you can sit here and toy with me... " He said darkly, slowly moving a paw to the dagger that had him pinned to the wall.
" Then you don't know what I'm capable of... "

(Oh crup. This roleplay looks awesome... but I need to post something. -cringe- After that, I want to join, but I'm not sure exactly how. :T Don't want to be obnoxious and barge in on a good rp like this...)

Zink cast one last look at the lone hyena and followed Kat. He didn't know where she was going, probably some bar that came off as an unofficial freak show, two tailed people, and the like. Or possibly some dank, smelly sewer where "important" things were supposed to happen, like gambling or the illegal trade of stolen goods. He sighed. He wished Kat hung around the more savory people. The do-gooders, if you will.

"Capable? With no knowledge of the biggest events of the last six years?" Niki scoffed. "I doubt it. Her eyes followed the movemet of his hand, but she didn't react. "Anyways, you mentioned getting payed.." The wolf's stance lowered slightly. "I've never met a mage willing to act as a sell-sword.."

( @tex: nah, it's fine. I haven't done the official sign-ups yet, as it's nice to rp with who ever comes along. If you want to, we're here. c:)

" Hmph... I may not know about this " Councel " of yours... But we all need to eat in this hell we live in now... A little coin goes a long way... " Garson carefully plucked the dagger from the wall and slowly turned it in his paw.

*Council

Falka looked around, barely shifting her head. The hood uncomfortably dulled her senses, but taking it off wasn't worth the risk. The person she was supposed to be metting was away, so the hyena had to spend the next week in Chygo. Though it WAS better then the desert, Falka felt unsure about the city. She really shouldn't be risking getting caught...With a sigh, the canine shook her head. Turning briskly in the direction the husky had gone, she set off, deciding to make the most of her stay here.

Zink yanked on Kat's arm, causing her to whirl around with a look of caustic anger. "What!?" He shrunk under her firey glare. She was quite obviously grumpy. He looked back, still ears lowered and tail between his legs. "Well, I think that woman you bumped into could do with a little coin in her pocket." Katya stared at him for the smallest moment for bursting into hysterical laughter. "My goodnes, Zink! I knew you were a romantic, but charity!?" (Btw, romantic as in the type of person. He only has eyes for Kat. XD Or at least for now.) Zink huffed. "Allies are better than strangers."

"At least that's true..." The arcs became smaller as Niki tigtened her grip on the sword's handle. "But I'm surprised- aren't all the mages under the Council's orders?" Her icy blue eyes locked on the dagger's hilt. She lowered her stance even more.

Garson's eyes shifted from the dagger to Niki then to the book. As only half his face was visible, he grinned almost eerily.

" No... But I'm not afraid to get rid of anyone who stands in my way of survival. " He said, sounding co.cky.

Falka paused at the sound of laughter. The ridiculousness of the whole situation was beginning to amuse her. Not only the fact that she was walking free through the streets of the largest city, but also the people she had met- a mage lurking around Chygo? A canine who wasn't rude?

" I suggest you stand down little lady... We don't want things to get mesdy now do we? " Garson said, he turned the blade fully so it pointed at Niki.

Niki revealed a fearsome grin of her own. "Nobody threatened you." She wasn't using insults. Yet. With a quick movement, she kicked the book behind her, simultaneousely lifting her blade into guard position.

Kat rolled her eyes and continued walking, ignoring Zink when he started yanking on ger again. He then turned to drastic measures and took the sewing needle out of his satchel. "I WILL pri.ck you with this." He had a look of deadly determination in his juniper leaf eyes and Kat stopped. "Stop being a child." But, as she said this, she eyed the needle warily. She had a death fear of small points and needles of any kind.

"Messy, eh?" A second weapon, a chain of polished silver, appeared in her other hand. "I'm not scared of messy." the chain was loose in her hand, it's tip tracing circles in the dust.

( @oakfur: hi!)

" And no one theatened you... " He smiled. And stepped aside, putting only a tiny amount of distance from him and Niki. He eyed his tome warily.
" Before things get out of hand here... The tome if you will. "
Garson wasn't particiularly skilled with knifes or blades in general, but he did know how to use them... Although his opponent looked like a far better swordsman than him.

( Oakfur?! Hey there. )

Kat, thinking of her odds against the needle, followed Zink, a coin in hand, much to her distaste. They approached the hyena again and Kat simply chucked the coin at her head. "Happy, Reginald?" She glared at him and he gave a smug smile of satisfaction.

"Not so fast." The chain continued it's even, regular movement. "Give me a good reason first." Niki circled, slowly closing the distance between them.

Heeey Oakfur.

The coin almost caught Falka off guard, but five years of dodging missles paid off. Skillfully pulling back her head, the canine followed the projectile.'s trajectory in a half turn, then caught it in an open palm. "And that was because?" she asked as she faced the husky again.

(Hullo thar.)

Katya pointed at Zink and stomped away, mad at having wasted a coin. Zink, however, piped up and replied, "Common decency. Well," he chuckled, "not so common anymore."

Garson thought for a moment, eyes steady on her sword. " Hmph! If you won't give to me I'll take it back! " He flipped the dagger in his paw so he held the blade and threw it at Niki and dived for the tome, in turn letting his hood fall back.

Falka subconciously nodded, surprised. While her instincts screamed to leap at this stranger, to attack, she hesitated. "Seems like you made your friend mad." her accent was a hair thicker than before.

The dagger whistled between Niki's horns. In a single movement, she ducked, almost touching the ground, then spiraled upward in a fluid slicing motion. Yellowed pages filled the air for a moment as her blade swished through the book's spine.

Zink looked back at the fuming Kat, who was impatiently tapping her paw. He faced the hyena again. "Yeah... she's touchy..." Kat heard this and slapped him on the back of his head with the flat of her prosthetic and refused to wait for him. Zink, rubbing the back of his head, parted from the conversation and followed Kat. He didn't want her any more mad at him than she already was.

(heh, this is fun.)

(Almost... DONE... with ref... hurgh. >_<)

Falka followed the two canines, taking long strides. She still held the coin akwardly in her hand, unsure what to do with it.

(XD I know. My rp comments are mostly Zink and Kat bickering. Please excuse the two.)

( @tex: c: )

Garson growled and got up.
" Da.mn you, you little welp! " Garson groweled. He didn't realize his hood had fallen, revealing his face. With one brown eye and one blood red eye, as well as sevral scars on his snout. He raised a paw holding a dark aura in it.

(it's fine. ;) that's why I didn't bring my chara Blue to the rp. It's funny with Kat, though. Falka'd just bite Blue's head off. It would be completely one-sided. x'D)

Niki stood unfazed. "And I suppose you don't know about the properties of silver either, conjurer?" The metallic chain continued to swish.

Zink caught up to Katya. "I'm sorry, you know." He looked up at her (because he's a little short) and tilted his head, still rubbing the now forming lump on the back of it. Katya only grunted, and Zink's hope sagged. She then sped way up and turned into a grungy hovel, probably to quell her anger with mind numbing mead.

(XD Yeah, it's kinda a love/hate relationship. Like brother and sister.)

(Alrighty, it's finished at last. XD #Theron is the dude I'll be using. The tag has his ref, if you're interested in seeing his appearance. :P)

Falka caught up to them after longer than she would have liked. Uncertain about how to approach the two, the hyena decided to talk to them directly. "Um, excuse me..."

( @tex: a bat? cool!)

" Don't... TEST me, girl... "
He dispelled the aura and stood back, and waved a paw, summoning large spi.ked spines around Niki.
" What do you know that I possibly couldn't?! "

For a moment an old hurt gleamed in Niki's eyes. "You'd be surprised..." The blade slid into the sheath on her back, leaving her with the chain in her left hand. With her right, she reached into one of her pockets. Leaping atop one of the spi.kes, she smeared the silver weapon's links with an odd purplish mixture. "You'd be very surprised..."

Zink turned to face the Hyena. "Oh, hello again." He smiled weakly, then watched Kat dissapear into the tavern. While she was more likeable when not fully aware, it probably wasn't the best solution; also taking into mind was that that place was packed full with brigands, pirates, and other sorts of nasty characters. Added to that, Katya was female.

(Thanks! :D @Garson: Sorry for breaking my promise with the Hatena RP, dude. :c I ended up with a lot of stuff I had forgotten about, and... -sigh- I apologize. v_v 'Kay, I'll start rping at last. xD)

(Can I have a bar brawl? XD Asking just in case.)

( @quad: duh! of course! and i'm bringing Falka, too...)

(Meanwhile, I'm over here wondering how to get my characters to meet everyone else's. : : : : T) Sol shrugged. "I don't know. We could... Go for a walk around the city?" He suggested. It was the best option right now. Crest shrugged back. "Sounds good." She flicked an ear and set off, Sol not too far behind.

Falka peered over the canine's shoulder. "You going in?" she asked.

(O WAIT YOU'RE A DIFFERENT GARSON NEVER MIND. XD -facepalm-)

" This is a dangerous place for a mere swordsman, especially a woman. " Garson hissed. He summoned a larger aura in his paw, wary of what she was doing.
" What is it that you think I don't know. "

( @tex: you can start rp-ing at the bar if you want. that way you'll meet everyone's characters faster.)

(XD Cool.)

Zink followed her inside after waiting for a few minutes and was shocked to see how things had escalated so quickly. Kat was surrounded by a ring of muscled men of all different species and in the center with her was a massive moose, horns brushing the ceiling and hooved fists raised in a deadly fasion, an amused smirk on his face, as if fighting Kat would be a mere walk in the park. Zink, not wanting to see Kat's face bruised, yelled into the small barspace. "STOP!" A few of the men raised a brow, others chortled at Zinks diminuitive stature and girlish figure.

( omg. XDDDD )

"Mere swordsman?" Niki spat. "This said by a mage who doesn't know of the Council!" Her jaws opened into a wide grin. "Seems like the whole war passed you by." the wolf's gaze seemed slightly haunted, but her tone was cool and confident. The chain continued to circle.

Falka, leaning against a wall in the corner, stood up. As she moved to stand closer to Kat, she let the hood slide off her face. Her golden mane was cut short, and held back with a band of red material. Her eyes were a vibrant green and filled with an odd expression.

From Theron's standing point, everything was silent - peacefully silent. It was the type of silence that seemed to wrap you in a blanket of calm, excluding you from the world's disturbances and happenings. The bat sighed contently from atop the building, shifting the knapsack on his shoulders. Though he was used to it's familiar weight, the wings attached to it's interior had been crooked lately. "That reminds me..." he muttered, kneeling down and getting a wrench from his knapsack. "I better straighten you up, huh..." Determinately, he opened the compartment to the mechanical wings and began tweaking at their alignment, humming to himself.

(Sorry, I tend to be a bit wordy. XD If you're confused on the 'mechanical wings' and didn't READ the ref, here it is again, just in case. :P #Theron)

(jeez, my last comment didn't sound too good...)

Kat narrowed her eyes and, in the distraction that Zink caused, socked the moose's soft, velvety nose, sending him howling with caustic rage and causing him to crash down onto a table. This started the volley of punches by the habitants of the bar, aimed at no one in general and glasses went flying. The waitresses even joined in.

(Worry not. You write quite well, darlin'. :D)

" ... I ki.ll with fear little girl... " Garson picked up the dagger he threw earlier and twirled it in his paws, watching her.
" I may know little about this " Council " ... But I know what you fear... " He slowly put the blade to his cheek.
" Just imagine... Losing a friend... " He slid it across his cheek, letting the blood stain his fur.
" Know that their death could be all... your... fault... " He cut the back of his paw and shook the blood away.
He watched as the blood turn black as it stained the ground.
"Hm hm hm..."

(The WAITRESSES? XD Oh gawsh.)

(it's getting late here, so i can't keep going for more than another 40 min. If it lasts longer, you guys are welcome to continue. I'll let you guys know ewhe i have to go. :/)

(Ahh, okay Blue. I'll probably rp with you some other time then. [After you leave, that is.])

(Alrighty. I don't have school tomorrow, so I'm stayin' up late. ewe -rubs hands- Yah, it's two thirty in the morning where I live. XD)

Falka immediately shed her cloak, revealing the thick linen shirt beneath. On the back was a pair of twining roses. The hyena was in her element, deftly dodging blows with quick, fluid movements, easily hitting her opponents with strong blows.

( I gotta go actually. Wolfey's been dying to gc. This was really awesome though. I'll be sure to join your rp's more often! )

( @tex: omg it's 2:30 here too!)
Niki didn't flinch. The chain continued i's rythmic motion. This time the dust that rose off the ground was thicker and darker. The she-wolf's eyes remained cold. "I do not fear loss."

(aw, okay. see you later, then!)

Suddenly, Theron's attention was redirected to... he swiveled his large ears, unable to directly locate where the kerfuffle was coming from. Putting his wrench away, he strided to the edge of the building, slightly irritated at whatever had popped his blissful bubble of silence. "What in blazes?!" he exclaimed, his eyes popping from under his goggles. Seeing through the two doors in the bar opposite from him, Theron could see what seemed to be a gigantic fight - even the waitresses seemed to be swinging punches. The bat raised an eyebrow, speechless, his mouth slightly agape.

(8:36 in Ohio.)
Crest looked around, looking at everything she and Sol passed as they traveled through. She happened to casually look up and spotted a figure atop a roof, crouching over. She stopped and nudged Sol. "There's someone on that roof." She murmured to her companion.

Katya smirked and landed high kicks on the faces of many and low punches with her stainless steel arm on their crotches. (Katya, why you fight di.rty!? XD) Zink ducked and weaved, crawling along the ground and tripping a few before being picked up by the scruff and smashed into a table. "What I do for love." He grunted as he hauled his bruised body upwards. (I may have to leave soon too. Dinner is on the way.)

(Might you perhaps also live in Europe? xD)

(5:30 or so in Oregon. :p Gursh, all y'all are in nighttime.)

(FFFF. Why are all the awesome peoplez leaving? DX Will you at least come back, Quad? <:I)

(Probably. -Texx)

(Hey Quad, we're both in states that start with the letter O. : : : : 3)

(Aw, okie. Guess we'll end soon, then. Man, this rp is epic, though! I'm going to draw scenes from it when I have the time...)
Falka whirled, ducking as a plate smashed into the wall behind her. In a low kick, she knocked the legs out from under the bear that blocked her path, sending him crashing onto the table.

(aaand i live in poland...)

After standing there dumbfounded for about four minutes, Theron finally saw the two figures below him - and one of them was motioning to him. He abruptly turned around and grabbed his knapsack, retreating from the edge of the building and from sight. "It might be too late..." he reminded himself grimly.

(Yay! Coincidence! XD I have yet to find someone who lives in the same state as I on here. It's either Washington or Cali. e-e -Phantom)

(pft, I'm home sick anyways, so I guess it won't hurt to stay up a bit longer...xD)

(I was thinking of doing the same thing! XD Especially this bar fight.)

(Lol, and meanwhile, while all yo chars are fighting like bosses, Theron is gawking from a building. XDD)

Zink doged through the sweaty wall of meat, fists, and masculinity and found Kat pinning a one-eyed baboon to the ground and stuffing forks up his wide nostrils.

Bringing down the remains of a chair on the moose's head, Falka realised she was enjoying herself. She had, after all, lived with situations like these for the past five years. The hyena liked fighting. It left no room for thought, no room for hesitation, no room for worrying about the past. That had always been the rule-don't look back. She didn't.

(XD And then there's Kat, using unusual methods of fighting. She tends to use whatever's around her as a weapon.)

(aaand then arrives that moment when you start to wonder what exactly you're doing with your life...xD)

(I'm somewhat polish. On my dad's side : : : : 3)
Crest jumped slightly when the figure suddenly went out of view. Disappointed, she flattened her ears. Seconds minutes passed before they shot up again when a loud crash resounded from the bar across the street. "What the...." She trailed off, and darted inside.

"W-wait! Crest!" Sol stammered. He had no choice but to follow her. The dark furred wolf moaned a little and walked into the bar. A giant fistfight was going on, and almost everyone was in it. He spotted Crest, and thankfully, she was just standing off to the side. Sol came over to Crest to make sure she hadn't been injured. She was fine, but had her eyes locked onto the fight before them. "Hey, you won't be able to stop this! It's too dangerous!" Sol raised his voice to be heard over the brawl. "I still want to find a way to keep it from getting worse!" She shouted back.

( @quad-So I noticed. xD Falka is a bandit, so she's pretty used to just her fists. she prefers using a broadsword, though. Or a chair. Yes, chairs are good.)

After several minutes of enjoying another temporary bubble of silence, Theron sighed and came to a decision. He knew he'd have to go down into that bar and witness whatever madness was going on. His curious nature screamed at him to do it, while every animal instinct that had saved his life multiple times was demanding him to do the opposite. Fight or flight syndrome, he recalled - and he realized in midstride to the edge of the building facing the bar that the "fight" side had won. Jumping down and not bothering to open his wings, Theron looked into the doorway - and into the insanity behind it.

(Did you guys know that Crest is leucistic? : : : : B It's like albinism, but albinos are more yellow tinted and leucistics have regularly pigmented eyes.)

Zink shook his head at Kat's odd weapon for only a few moments before getting used as a weapon himself. He was rammed into... well... a ram, who grabbed him from the monitor lizard and was then pummled with a crowbar.

Other than Falka, few people noticed the opening door. The hyena moved towards it and came upon the new-comers. Both looked surprised enough that she suspected they weren't used to fistfights. "I think you're in the wrong place," she offered roughly.

(Yeah, I think you've mentioned it before. It's basically like partial albinism. -Phantom)

(this is getting better and better...)

Grunting and ignoring the hyena/wolf, Theron looked over her shoulder at the intense brawl taking place behind her. "I'm not some kind of wimpy nerd, imbosile." he snapped back after his attention was refocused. "Haven't you heard of not judging a book by it's cover? These babies-" -he showed her two of his slim claws- "-do more damage than meets the eye. I don't appreciate being judged." He sniffed, crossing his arms. "I was only looking, anyway..."

(sorrry, i have to go in the next few minutes,...)

(It's cool. : : : : 3)

Sol shook his head. "We've seen battles before, even been in them, but..." He trailed off.

"We've never seen one with so many fighters at once. And it just seems so pointless. How'd this start, anyway?" Crest sat atop a table and dangled her legs so they could swing. She looked back to the fight and sighed.

(Fuuu. xc)

Falka looked the bat up and down. "Actually, I was more concerned about the other two." she remarked. "And don't worry, I'm not quick to judge." The draft from the door ruffled the feathers tied into the hyena's mane.

Zink slid across the ground, head hitting the wall by the door, his faced bruised, bloodied and mangled. Kat saw this and slunk under the feet of the fighters and poked him, laughing with the thrill of battle. "You okay, Zinky?" Zink just moaned. She gave a look of worry and glanced around for any who possibly could pass as a doctor of some sort.

Falka shrugged. "The same way it always does." she knocked aside a floppy-eared dog that had strayed from the heart of the brawl.

(Darnit. Well, bye. -Blue)

(i'm still here for a few minutes, though..)

(heh. I'm procrastinating leaving.)

(XD Okay.)

Theron only scoffed, twitching an ear. Suddenly, he noticed what appeared to be an injured canine, who was sprawled in whst looked to be a very uncomfortable position. He approached the canine, trying to move in a careful, almost unnoticable manner... and realized too late that there was a fierce looking female leaning over the sprawled figure.

"Oh. Well then." Sol said awkwardly. He glanced at the strangers, curious as to why they'd be talking to him and Crest.

Crest swung her legs a bit more, still staring at the battle. She watched each individual fighting another, some even taking on three or four opponents at once.

Kat looked up from her friend at the bat. "Do you happen to be a doctor? My friend here has a soft head." She looked back into the fray, worried for Zink.

Falka turned to look at the wounded canine, but didn't follow. She knew almost nothing about healing. Instead, the hyena settled for knocking out the ibis that lunged at her.

Katya shrugged and dragged Zink out of the way of a walrus who stumbled back, threatening to crush Zink's poor little head with a giant flipper.

(Aww, I really have to go now...*cries* see you guys later, then...)

Sighing, Theron searched his memory for medical knowledge of any kind. Navigation? No. Aerodynamics? No. Levers and pulleys? Simple machines? Car parts? Herbal cures? No, no, no, n- herbal cures? Perking his ears suddenly, Theron whipped out a collection of plants from his knapsack. "Good thing I took that stupid nurse's advice..." he muttered, pulling out a few dark-colored leaves. He handed them to the fierce female. "Press them onto the deepest wound, and the bleeding should lessen quite a bit."

(D'aww. X( Bye...)

(Bye...well, I'll try to post the next rp really soon. how about we exchange friend codes next time?)

(Awww, okay Bluuuee.)

Kat looked up, nodded and unbuttoned Zink's shirt to reveal a large gash. She placed the herbs on, then brushed her hands off. "I'm more used to causing injuries than healing them...." She mumbled to no one in particular. (But her future hubby's a master with healing. ;p He's not Zink, btw.)

(Yeah, I need yours. :D -Blue)

(Yuh, I was guessing not Zink. XD He does NOT sound like Kat's type... at all. xD)

Theron watched, shuffling awkwardly. Ducking, he barely avoided a large hippo that flew over his head and proceeded to crash into the wall behind him. He was suddenly very aware of how loud it was... how every sound seemed to repeat itself ten times over in his head, amplified more with each repeat. How his ears seemed to throb...
Moaning, Theron flattened his ears and squeezed his eyes shut, aching for his bubble of silence.

(Sorry. He has very sensitive ears to make up for his awful vision. Even more so than normal bats. xD)

(XD I know. Zink thinks he is. But Jay's even less Kat's type. He's mellow, charitable, wimpy, but very, very intellegent and very, very tall. He's a doctor.)

Katya dragged Zink out of the raucious bar and into the silent night street. "It's okay buddy..." Zink only groaned and mumbled something about how hot Kat was, luckily, she couldn't really make that part out.

(I NEVER saw that ship coming... XD Jay, you lucky little-)

(XD It's not really a SHIIIPPP, but a planned part of my story. They get murried, after a lot of disagreements on Kat's profession. He even turns her in to the "police" which were actually a few of her rivals disguised as police in order to to.rture her. Then Jay realizes that no matter how wrong Kat's job is, he really loves her and doesn't care all that much. That's the theme. There's a lot more to the story than that.)

After looking around wildly with blurred vision, Theron decided to follow them - though he'd have to do it non-deliberately. Trying not to look as though his head might explode any minute, he strided behind them out the door. The minute he was out, however, his act had evaporated, and he found himself leaning on a wall and gasping, his ears still throbbing. He know remembered why his "flight" side had reacted so strongly against going in the bar. "Stupid ears..." he mumbled, gritting his teeth and straightening up. Looking around, he saw the female leaning over the male, who thankfully seemed to be in much better condition.

*now, not 'know'. >:T)

(You be a pretty frickin' good storyteller, Quad. ewe)

Katya stood up, brushing dirt off her pants and looked at the bat. "Thank you." She paused. "That was from Zink, not me. You didn't help me at all." She looked around, panting, her hands on her hips.

(eue Thank you. I know that if my art skills don't get me far in life, I've always got my love for writing, cello and skill in math [which I hate]. But my social skills are very undeveloped. That's why I'm volunteering. To hopefully boost that up. <:D)

Crest sighed and hopped off the table. She took one more look at the pub brawl, and decided to go. Sol was right, it was far too big of a fight for her to try and stop. She turned her head to glance at Sol. "Why don't we go?" She asked.

Sol flicked his ears, glad that Crest had decided against intervening. He stepped up to walk with her out of the bar, and the pair noticed three others that they had seen in the bar. Sol felt awkward again, he and Crest stared at the strangers, unsure what to do.

Kat looked at the two who just exited the bar. "Too rough in there? I know that squirrel was giving me looks." She drew her brows up into a disgusted sneer.

(Yeah... I have no skills in outward communication or mathematics. Meh cursed Asperger's and left-handedness leave my talents grossly unbalanced, I'm afraid. -n- At the age I am, I'm not allowed to volunteer. Lord knows I've tried... xD)
Raising an eyebrow, Theron simply nodded in acknowledgement. If this girl would play it hard, he would only gladly do the same. "Well, it was only by pure luck I had those herbs anyways. I'm just glad I organized this thing beforehand..." He patted his knapsack. "Though you probably could've gotten better means of help if you'd done something other than sit there, waiting for someone to magically appear with medicine and a lollipop." Theron smirked, crossing his arms.

Kat turned to Theron, a thuroughly annoyed look on her face. "You might need bandaides and a lolli if you continue with the co.ckyness."

(Dayum, that's a pretty good come-back, Kat. XD)
Theron blinked a couple times, deciding on whether or not to pop out his artificial wings and whap the wolf with it. Luckily, he thought better of it and only scoffed to show his annoyance. "Well, before you go about beating me up, I do believe we should know eachother's names. Mine is Theron."

(I'M A LEFTY)

"It wasn't very interesting there." Crest said simply. "Just a brawl. Pretty senseless." She wondered what really caused it. The hyena from before's answer was so vague. Crest glanced back at the door and toward the commotion within. She blinked and returned her eyes back to the strangers.

Katya shrugged at Sol (?). "Ah, that was me. Guy said he could beat me for three coins, and I got angry. At LEAST fifty." She huffed and glanced at the bat again. "Katya." And just then, Zink jolted upright causing his wound to sting and Zink to whimper.

(This is the first time I've been the only righty anywhere. XD)

(LEFTIES! T'was Crest who was speaking. Sol was being awkwardly quiet.)

(Ah. I see. XD I have a hard time remembering names. -Phantom)

(LEFTEEEZ.)
Glancing first at the two strangers and then at the wounded male, Theron decided he would've been better off had he stayed on the roof. He suddenly got out his wrench again and kneeled down to his knapsack, which he had taken off. He proceeded to continue tweaking at the wing's mechanisms, oblivious to much else.

(It's okay. -Quad)
Crest blinked. "Well, you sure caused a riot!" She smiled a little. "My name's Crest." Crest swished her tail and smiled more.

Sol decided to introduce himself, seeing as Crest already did. "My name's Sol. You fought well in there." He certainly wanted to stay on Kat's good side, else she might fight him. And Sol did /not/ want to face Kat.
(I might draw anthro Crest on my side account. : : : : T)

Katya turned to Zink, who was whimpering and caressing his wounded abdomen in his arms. He looked up at her, then around at the other people. He was a little embarassed to be acting like this, but it hurt. So he continued.

Kat glanced up at the two and nodded. "Oh. Where are you three from?" She motioned to Theron too as well as the other two. She then sat next to Zink, leaning on the stone wall of the bar.

(Zink, that's the most pathetic way to get a girl to touch you I've ever seen. X'D)
Just as he was tightening the last scre.w, a particularly loud whimper from the male caused Theron to knock the scre.w sideways with his wrench. Furious, he whipped around to look at the male. "Shut UP already! Are you trying to get someone to snap your neck and end your misery?!"

Zink stopped whining when Batman (I forgot his name) said that. Kat just glared at him. "How's about I stab you in the stomach, see how you feel."

Crest flinched at Theron's anger, even though it wasn't directed at her. She sat down cross-legged on the pavement, like she usually did. "Well, Sol and I roamed for a bit, then decided to settle here a few months back. We still haven't seen the whole city." She put her paws in her lap.

Sol sat down by Crest, a tiny bit peeved at Theron's snap. /The guy was injured, could you really blame him?/ Sol sighed in his head.

(XDD BATMAN. Lawl, his name be Theron.)
Grumbling, Theron mumbled an apology and retreived the scre.w, mentally ridiculing himself for his outbursts. "If you must know..." he said, not bothering to look around as eighty percent of his attention was once more on the scre.w. "I am from a small town quite a few leagues away from here. Don't quite remember the name of it, and I don't care to - I distinctly remember hating it there. Spent my childhood there, and I despised it with a crikin' passion."

Kat, still glaring at Theron, flicked an ear and mumbled, "Oh" in response to Crest. She then looked at Zink and placed a hand on his knee. He flinched, as he had bruises all over, though none so bad as his gash.

Kat huffed. "Oh. Next time, though, make sure you're a little less yell-ey. It scares the children." She was reffering to Zink, and he managed to roll his eyes.

"Yeah?" replied Theron dully. "Well, let's let him whimper and make me break my life's work because of one slightly oversized paper cut." At last, he managed to align the wings perfectly, and put his wrench away, turning around with a satisfied expression. He noticed the strangers were giving him dirt.y looks, which he promptly ignored.

(._.")

Crest blinked. She guessed Theron must've had either bad parents or no parents. He could have been bullied. Might've had a childhood accident there. There were many possibilities. Maybe he just plain hated the village.

Sol put his elbows on his knees and his paws on his chin. He was curious as to how everyone else spent their childhoods.

Zink shrugged. "I guess... I accept your... apology.... I kinda need to man up." His laugh was raspy and gurgly, and he promptlt stopped once it started hurting.

Katya loosened her muscles and stood up, moving a few feet away from Zink now, who wished she'd stayed put.

Theron found himself chuckling. "Yeah... sorry I'm such a rude stick in the mud. That stupid bar probably set me off with all that... " he shuddered. "...loud noise. I get cranky after sensory overloads, I'm sad to say."

(I'm gonna go to bed now. I have [recreational] gymnastics tomorrow. Oyassumi mina!)

Zink nodded slowly. "Oh. I can... imagine. You being a... bat and all." His speech was inturrupted with many little gasps of pain and he just wanted to go home and sleep. "Kat, can you help... me up?" Kat nodded and picked him up by the hood of his jacket. "Does anyone happen to own a wagon of some sort?" She looked around, Zink leaning on the wall for support.

(Alrighty. ^_^ Thanks for rping!)

(Aww, okay Phantom. I'll probably leave soon too. e-e)

Theron thought for a moment. "Well... I can fly... sort of." He motioned to his knapsack. "In there are artificial wings I made, since my natural ones are of about as much use as flaps of dead skin. Seeing as they're runty and all..." He coughed, making his voice a little more audible. "However, the artificial wings have a space between them that may be able to carry you, depending on your weight. You don't LOOK too buff, but fat hides in the weirdest places..."

(Hah, no I don't. I got confused. XD)

Zink looks and him and then around at his body. "I don't think I'm that heavy.... I've kinda got the body of a shrew." He grimaced. Kat chuckled and started towards her home. "Well, if you two manage to lift off, just follow me. I'll house the two of you. I've got a cozy front porch."

(Have you ever been so unmotivated you've started tracing twenty different pokemon sprites at the same time? Yeah, that's me. e-e And they all have magicarp heads on other pokemon bodies.)

(xD)
Nodding, Theron got on the knapsack and pressed the small red button on his keyboard that activated the artificial wings. On cue, they popped out of their compartments, revealing a small space between them large enough for the male to hold on to. "Well..." said Theron, cracking his neck and grinning. "You might need a pretty tight grip. But I'm sure ol' tough guy can handle it and impress the 'press'..." He motioned to Kat, smirking and crouching down.

(X'DD Never been THAT unmotivated... at least those magikarp heads aren't Gyarados heads. o-o -shudders-)

Zink hobbled forward as Kat jogged ahead and he clamvered on. True to his word, he only weighed about 130 pounds. "These are... pretty nifty wings you've... got here."

(XD Neither have I. It's kinda fun, and relaxing, and listening to cello helps the creativity flow back into me. Then after I sketch something good, it'll be all gone. That's how it works. e-e)

"Why, thank you! I try not to get too full of myself with 'em, though. These are the final model - I had many failures before these. You could say the prototypes crashed and burned. Literally. Heh..." He laughed weakly, though he couldn't help cringing as he remembered some of the worst failures. The crashes had involved a lot of pain and fire, and a very excessive amount of pain. And definitely fire. Shaking himself vigorously, Theron began busily typing on the keyboard with one hand, the other securing the leather sash around his chest. Slowly, the wings began flspping, lifting them higher. Theron tried to keep a steady and slow pace as to not make his already weak passenger tumble to his death.

Zink clung on and was surprised once his feet left ground. "Wow..." He breathed. He'd never been flying and the wind through his fur sent chills down his spine.

"Pretty neat, huh?" Theron breathed once they were at full height. "Exactly how I felt my first time." Carefully, he followed Kat, keeping his eyes trained on her small jogging figure.

(Okay, now I really have to leave. Bye!)

(Mmkay. Bye! ^v^)

yolo i just slept 10 hours x"D

XD Wow! I was drawing Falka today!! :D In College shall i trace it n show u?