furry d&d

[Dr. Strange]

At his words, she woke. Turning to him, she shook her head. "no, it's not your fault. It's mine for being blindsided. I was not paying attention when I should have." She struggled to her feet and walked over, gritting her teeth. When she reached him, she sat down with a thump and put her arms around him, including Tommy as Serous hugged them as well.

[Thaddeus Q. Wolfe]

"No, it is my duty to protect those in need, whenever possible."

He looks down, tears dripping from his eyes.

"It's that God-for-saken curse! It makes me freeze when people are being harmed."

[Dr. Strange]

She shook her head again, pulling him closer. "Hush now, no its not. Don't think that way. We'll pull through this, I just need somebody's help patching my wrist up and draining the blood. We'll be fine, trust me?" She murmured, wiping the tears away. "Now stop crying." She smiled at him, licknig his cheek affectionately.

[Thaddeus Q. Wolfe]

"Blood letting is no cure, it only causes more suffering and further weakness, we need to find Serouses father, soon. He knows all the anti-toxins."

Simels tears soon halted, he looked up as he spoke, determined to save his dear friend before it was too late.

[Arke]

He stands in the doorway, a thin smile on his muzzle. If there was anything that could pull that fox out of it, it was someone in trouble. He laughed softly, his good eye trained on the alley outside, ears perked to the faintest noise.

[Thaddeus Q. Wolfe]

He stood and walked near the door.

"Can you hear anything?"

[Dr. Strange]

Serous looked up at her name, licked Simel's and Sam's cheeks, and purred. "Papa loves me. He'll know what to do, won't he Mama?"

Sam nodded, nudging her motherly. "Of course sweetie. But now we need to help Simel, right?" She looked at Simel and smiled. "The only way to drain the poison is to bleed it out. It'll only take a minute or so."

[Somebody]

Through the pitch black a light shone from above, the moon could be seen through the circular opening. Suddenly a face looking down into it before a figure jumped down through it. Tezztor landed into the sewers with a thump. His leg was badly injured but at least functional. Through the underground passageways he walked casually, finally stopping when he found his dagger amongst a bunch of clothes. "There you are old friend." he said picking it up with a smile. He looked at the blade for a moment, alnmost regretful of the night's events. "Remember the old dayss? What have we been reduced to? I faught proudly through the dragon's keep to sslay it and claim you. Not many could've done that. I was once a great warrior." he sighed. "Now petty civilians cut you." He sheathed the dagger and made his way back topside

[Thaddeus Q. Wolfe]

Simel turned and scratched the top of his sons head.

"You might not want to do that sam, for all you know it could amke the infection worse."

[Arke]

Shadow shakes his head, not bothering to answer. Aside from the shuffle of the peasant folk, the city around them was dead. Utterly silent. And even the peasants made little noise. A cough here, a crying kit there. It was erie, and he planned to look into it later, but for now irrelevant.

[Thaddeus Q. Wolfe]

"Usually the town is more lively, something isn't right, more not right than it was before..."

[Dr. Strange]

"Infection? Who says its infected? It's a defensive mechanism that happens every time something foreign breaks my skin. I blood let to keep it from actually harming me." She explained, using her teeth to cut her wrist an inch below where the raptor's claw had entered. As the blood flowed out, she felt lighter, like she was weightless. "Oh...no..." She murmured weakly, giggling. The lightheaded feeling was going away, she could see again and the swelling had gone down considerably. "Ouch..." She winced as the last of the poison drained away and slumped into a half sitting position. "We should move...He could come back..."

[Somebody]

Tezztor found himself back in the markets. People were still running about tending to the wounded, and crying and mourning the dead. A few of them gathered around him, weilding mundane weapons, such as rusty knives and blunt objects. "Killer! Murderer!" they shouted at him. They closed in around him. He simply smiled and drew his blades. "I no longer have the will to murder any of you, sstep aside and let me to my business or I will" he said simply. He had a debt to pay and no manner or citizens would stop him. Only a few backed off, the rest lunged at him. Through the mass screams could be heard, blood flew and moral dropped. Once again the place was in a uproar. He broke free and made his way out of sight to hunt again. "After thiss," he thought "I'm gonna find a quiet place, find a mate and settle down"

[Arke]

His ears perk at the screams, and he ducks inside. "This cannot be good. Come, we need to find somewhere more sheltered. Move into the shadows at the least." He grabs Sam, careful of her wrist, and drags her into a shaded corner obscured by some rubble. "This should suffice. Keep the kits in there with you. I will stay on watch. Simel, do as you will."

[Dr. Strange]

Her ears flattened and she growled low in her throat, "He's back..." She managed through her clenched jaw. The pain was subsiding a bit.