Revival: My World is Dead

[PhantomStone]

apollo kept her eyes down but her hands were clenched in anger, she shouldered past the lion "no" she said laconicaly

[Dr. Strange]

Shrugging, she moved aside and glanced at the two men getting ready to fight. "Gentlemen. If you would--" She started.

The patron whirled around and threw it at her, missing her eye by a hair. The dagger embedded in her skull, a sickly pop signaled it sticking. As he growled and turned back, the bartender watched her twitch then ducked under the bar.

Her tail swished and suddenly she wasn't there anymore. A horrible screech came from behind him as she clawed his face, ripping the dagger out with a sickening squelch. The sound made several of the other assorted men and women cringe. Naal snarled as blooded poured down her face, staining her fur a sick crimson. "You attack me when I do nothing wrong to thee?" She demanded, lips pulled back in a silent snarl as her eyes narrowed impossibly thin and the gold retreated, replaced by a cold steel.

He cried out as she slashed and fell on top of the table, howling in pain. The girl he was sitting with screamed and cowered in her chair.

Huffing, she sat on the nearest stool, covering her eye with her paw. A savage roar erupted from her maw. "&^%$ING HUMANS!" She roared, slashing at a table.

[PhantomStone]

apollo turned her head to watch the events. in the bar. she supn around and crouched down ready to fight

[flames]

Flames barely flinched at this and with a slight, unseen twitch of his and a step foward, a great wind blew the lioness and the man further away. Calmly placing one hand out to stop her from being knocked too far back he caught and addressed her. "Your wound will worsen if we stay. Please come with me..."
At the same moment a shadow within his soul awakened and demanded to be freed from its prison. Flames hoped he could hold off his dark nature long enough...

[PhantomStone]

apollo growled and walked to the door again. jeese a girl can't even get a drink any more without something crazy happening

[Dr. Strange]

As he touched her, Naal growled and struck out bilindly, unable to see from her fit of rage still boiling in her blood. "Where would I be going?" She demanded softly, a snarl of distrust in her tone.
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Myra could hear her master pacing in the other room as she made her way down the corridor.

[flames]

Flames replied in a calm voice that had an honest ring to it: "Somewhere where you can be healed and not have to take this treatment from humans." Noticing the others in the bar itching to try and get involved, he added a pleading urgency to his tone, making sure he didn't touch her unless she agreed as he spoke: "Simply put, you can stay and deal with all this, or you can leave and get sorted out. It's your choice, but I'd rather not have to stay and fight."

[ST-84 Sahelanthropus]

Virgil drew his sword with his levitating powers, and made the blade cross in front of him, ready to deflect any attacks. "I did not mean for anyone here to get hurt," he said as he backed away from where he was sitting, and his sword orbited around him, rotating to avoid hitting anything "but your anti-Human bigotry will be your undoing."

[Dr. Strange]

Knocking on the door, Myra slipped into Grapper-Greed's room and convinced him to take her outside. The screams from the bar down the street drew their attention and made the horses freak out. As they reared, Myra was thrown off into the window of the tavern. She lay, breathless, in a heap on the floor.

Grapper leaped off his horse and trew the door open, a savage growl ripping through his lips. He was a beast of a man, muscular barrel chest heaving, wild green eyes searching for his child.

Myra couldn't move. All she could do was moan weakly.

Naal rolled her eyes over to focus on the body coming through the window with a crash. She tried to walk over, thought better of it, and looked at Flames. "I think I will."

"Myra? MYRA!!" Grapper-Greed roared, pushing several people out of the way.

[PhantomStone]

apollo was roughtly puched out of the way, he knocked down her hood, her green hair tumbled away from her head to rest on her back, her green skin was almost shining in the light, her green and purple eyes flashing with anger. she started forward to beat the living **** out of that guy. her knuckles cracked

[flames]

Flames' eyes drifted towards the one who had entered through the window, a glint of what may have been recognition and regret in his eyes for a split-second, before he motioned to the Lioness to swiftly follow him out of the bar.
"I have a friend in town nearby who can aid you. Between us we should be able to heal your wounds and soothe you..." He stated as they left the bar.

[Dr. Strange]

Naal smiled, eye returning to their burnt amber. Following him silently, she barely touched the child on her way out, laving a candy-cane tattoo on her leg, beneath the hem of her black skirt.


As he picked her up, Myra opened her eyes and snuggled closer, whimpering. Her orange-blonde hair was a mess of curls and fly-aways. The candy-cane tattoo caught a couple people's eye but they let it go.

[flames]

Flames led Naal towards a small, somewhat ramshackle building, the place emitting an oddly inviting aura. Flames' eyes glazed over briefly, but he snapped out of it, knocking lightly on the door in a very specific rythm. A brief pause and then the door creaked open to welcome them in...

[Dr. Strange]

Still distrusting, she sniffed the air and passed through only because she had nowhere else to go. Annoyed with herself, she leaned against the frame of the door, inhaling the scents and sights of the house. This better not be a trap or I've been poor to see it.... She growled in her head, a little groggy.

The pig of a man was too caught up in making sure his charge was okay than caring about the bartender or anyone else. His eyes narrowed at the mark on her leg but he let it go for the moment, too annoyed to deal with it. Whistling, he walked outside and laid Myra on the back of her horse, taking hers and his reins. Leading them home, he sighed inwardly.



(Edited)

[PhantomStone]

uschi dropped her hand and sat at the bar and left her hood down, glaring at the bartender she took a pint ad drank it down. her furry head towering a foot over the human bar tender