Corrupted Kingdom (w/ BloomsAtMidnight)

[Pandora'sBox]

The battle was bigger than he expected...but a battle nonetheless.


Sylas stood in the center of a circle of fallen enemies. His soldiers swarmed around him, clashing with the opposing side with ferocity. The ring of steel echoed all around him. The flags of his enemy, the royal army, flew in the midst of all the chaos. Frowning, he looked around. He had not wanted this much commotion. The goal of this entire encounter was to rush this camp and quickly kill the medics they had; after all, what's an army without their healers? Unfortunately, his scouts had not reported that his target had allies close by. Of course, he had no intention of retreating from this unexpected development. As the leader of the rebellion, he refused to run from any clash.


Sylas growled to himself as he saw enemies approach. Narrowing his yellow eyes, he tightened his grip on his short-swords and went to engage them. Out of the corner of his eye he spotted the traditional white outfit of a medic. "Hm..." He would have to finish this quickly.


@BloomsAtMidnight ((I finally posted! lol))

 

[BloomsAtMidnight]

It was pure chaos. The camp he was stationed at was in the middle of training when the rebels attacked. Luirlan was forced to go to school to train to be a medic and then was pulled out a few months into training and shoved out into the frontlines. The king had passed a law where every family must give up one member to be in their army to help fight against the rebels. His parents were old and tired so they would be killed within a minute and his older brother's wife was a few months into her pregnancy. That left him to enlist into the army. Lucky for him they were also looking for medics to have out on the field. Unluckily, they barely gave him any time to memorize his lessons before placing him at a camp.


Now the white long furred cat was running across the battered camp, dodging stray bullets and swords. He had his twin pistols strapped to his thighs in case an enemy decided to attack him. His medical kit was in hand as dark blue eyes scanned the battle grounds for any wounded soldier. "There," he softly murmured to himself. There was a soldier down a few yards away, he recognized him since that dog was always trying to mooch off the other soldiers for food. He dropped down intro a kneel next to his fallen comrade and gently rolled him over onto his back.


"Bullet wound in lower abdomen," the long furred cat's sharp gaze swiftly scanned the dog for any other injuries. Seeing none he set to work on patching the dog up as best as he could before sending him back out into the battle. "Thanks," the dog grunted as he heaved himself up onto his feet once the field medic was done with him. His white, fluffy ears twitched as he watched the soldier jump back into the battle with a small grimace. The field medic made a mental note to check up on the dog after the battle, if he survived that is, before climbing to his feet, fluffy white tail swaying slightly.

 

[Pandora'sBox]

Sylas quickly dispatched two of his opponents with quick thrusts of his blade. The third one, a vixen, eyed him warily before lunging at him, sword point aimed at his chest. Immediately Sylas raised one short-sword to block the attack, but just before the metal collided, the vixen drew back and aimed a quick cut at his leg. Unfortunately for her, she didn't see the second short-sword.


With a screech of blades Sylas blocked the attack and brought his other hand up to deal a killing blow. The vixen turned at the last second, turning what would be a fatal wound into just a very painful one. The blade cut deeply into the vixen's side, and she collapsed with a shriek, clutching the wound. Sylas drew his short-sword back and promptly forgot about her, panther tail twitching.


The rebel leader knew that the medics were usually armed; they were so valuable in battle that it was necessary to carry one or two firearms or blades on them. With this in mind, the panther maneuvered himself into a position out of sight of the medic. He advanced slowly, taking the time to assess his target and take out a few enemies. Hm...a cat. A white one at that. He sighed to himself. He'd never been too fond of the color. Black was more his style. It was soothing and quite stealthy.


Pushing a stray strand of black hair from his eyes, he stood still for a moment, panther ears searching for any sound of an attack on him. Hearing none, he lunged at the medic's back, hoping for a quick takedown.

 

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Luirlan was running across the battlefield when his sensitive ears picked up on a feminine shriek. He quickly glanced around and saw a vixen on the ground in a rapidly pool of blood forming around her. Checking to make sure it was safe he quickly ran towards her, ears twitching for any sounds of attacks. If he were even the tiniest bit less aware of his surroundings he might've missed the incredibly soft sounds behind him. The long furred cat spun around on his heels and dark blue eyes widened at the sight of a panther lunging for him, swords out for a fatal blow.


The only reason why the long furred cat was able to dodge the blow was thanks to his agility and flexibility. He skidded to a stop some ways away from the panther down into a crouch. He placed his medical case down on the ground since it would only hinder his movements and pulled out his twin pistols in a split second. He has been shooting since he was a kitten thanks to his father wanting him to be able to protect himself so aiming came as natural as breathing. Dark blue eyes narrowed once he had the panther in his aim and fired a few bullets to get a look on the panther's fighting style.

 

[Pandora'sBox]

Sylas twisted as the medic dodged so he landed facing the other. He took note of his previous opponent curled up on the ground, blood seeping out of the wound he'd inflicted. He sighed inwardly. That cost you an easy kill, Sylas. His ear twitched slightly as he watched the cat take out two pistols and aim at him.


The rebel leader narrowed his eyes when he heard the crack of the guns firing. Sylas dodged them with little effort and continued forward, wary now. He needed to get this over with quickly, but not at the cost of his life. If he were to die, his resistance would fall apart. Besides, he refused to be bested by a medic.

 

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Luirlan pursed his lips in a thin line when the panther dodged all of his bullets with ease. His ears flattened against his head when he saw that the panther was moving forward with each dodge. He wouldn't be able to last in a close combat fight even with his agility. But he couldn't back away since he was crouched right in front of the fallen vixen. The long furred cat softly growled as he stood up, firing more rapidly now at the panther.


He was aware when he used the last bullets loaded in his pistols and had to act fast since he was now vulnerable. The white haired cat pressed the buttons on both pistols which dropped the empty magazines with a soft thud and threw them up in the air, the pistols spinning. He quickly snatched one of the many full magazines tied to his belt and grabbed one of his pistols, quickly shoving the magazine inside before doing the same with his other pistol. All of that happened in less than five seconds.


Dark blue eyes focused on the advancing panther and took aim, resuming his firing on the enemy rebel.

 

[Pandora'sBox]

Sylas snarled when his opponent refilled his ammunition and continued to fire. "This is getting ridiculous," he hissed, annoyed now. Gripping his short-swords, he moved in quickly and blocked the bullets. For those witnessing it seemed as if he had some kind of supernatural power, protecting himself from the bullets. In reality, he was just calculating the direction of the bullets and dodging what he could and bringing his weapons up to block what he couldn't dodge.


He was not invincible, however. A few bullets grazed him, one nicked his ear, and one nearly took an eye. Finally, though, he made it close enough that the medic had no room to fire.

 

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Luirlan hissed in frustration when the panther continued to dodge the rain of bullets. He had to admit he was a bit impressed with how the rebel used his swords to block some of his bullets. His white, fluffy ears perked forward when he saw some of his bullets nick the panther, one bullet nearly got him in the eye.


The long furred cat jerked back when the panther appeared right in front of him. At this distance he wouldn't be able to shoot much to the cat's displeasure. He tried to jump back to put more distance between them but the heel of his white boots caught against the uneven ground.


Thud.


The long furred cat hit the ground with a yelp, the pistol in his right hand escaping his grip and landing a few feet away. He winced when his head made contact with the hard ground and was dazed for a few seconds. A few seconds that seemed to work in the panther's favor.

 

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Sylas saw the medic topple and immediately saw his chance. He lunged forward and put his weight onto his fallen adversary. He quickly crossed his blades over the medic's neck and held them there. "Done," he muttered to himself. "That was too much trouble for one medic."


The rebel leader glanced around. It seems that his enemies were calling a retreat - or his own force had killed them all - for there was much less fighting going on around him. His soldiers dominated the field. "Hm." Seeing no threats around him, he returned his attention to the cat he'd pinned down. He wasn't sure whether to kill him or not. I wonder where Keir is. His right-hand man would know the count of medics they had overall. Based on that, he could make a decision.

 

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Luirlan stiffened when the panther lunged at him and straddled his waist. The cat's fur fluffed up when he felt two sharp blades press against the pale flesh of his neck. His fur bristled even more at what the panther said and glared up at him, the pupils in his dark blue eyes turning to slits in his anger. He still had a pistol in his left hand, but he didn't want to test to see who was faster with their weapon.


He could hear less sounds of battle echo around them so he could only assume that the rebels were winning thanks to the panther making no hurries to kill him. He knew that the rebels have been targeting the medics lately and killing them, but he didn't know why the panther was taking so long to cross those blades to decapitate him. He honestly didn't want to die, his family back home would be devastated, but he also didn't want to be brought back as some sort of 'toy' they could torture whenever they felt like it.

 

[Pandora'sBox]

Sylas made no reaction to the medic's anger. Instead, he looked around again. He saw another struggling medic being dragged away by a couple soldiers of his. There was barely any sign of their enemies. He sighed, then called out to a nearby soldier.


"You there."


His voice snapped the soldier to attention. "Yes, sir." The response was a bit fearful. Sylas looked the other up and down, tail twitching. "Get Keir for me. Tell him to bring a couple more hands while you're at it." The other, a jackal of some kind, nodded quickly and scurried off.


When that was over, he looked the medic straight in the eye. "How many people have you helped? Tell me how many lived, as well." He had to know if this medic was competent. It played a huge role in whether or not he decided to keep the cat. He was also a tad bit bored. "Your life depends on it."

 

[BloomsAtMidnight]

Luirlan's ears flattened against his head when he saw a fellow medic being dragged away by a few rebels. His eyes widened slightly when a rebel snapped to attention due to the panther on top of him. The panther was most likely a high ranking member in the rebellion army. That was just his luck, being pinned to the ground by a high ranking animal. He wondered if this 'Keir' animal was the leader of the rebellion. He heard stories on the ferocity of the leader during his time in medic training and out on the field. It was no wonder why his came had fallen since the leader was here leading the ambush.


He narrowed his eyes when he met the yellow gaze of the panther. He glared to the side, ears lowered, when the panther demanded how many he had helped and how many had lived. He bit his bottom lip when the panther said his life depended on his answer. After a few seconds of glaring to the side, pondering his decision, he finally turned his dark blue gaze back onto the panther. "...Thirteen," he quietly said. "All of them lived." Well, they might not be alive anymore judging by the outcome of the battle.

 

[Pandora'sBox]

Sylas stared down into the other's eyes as he spoke. He said nothing in reply as he mulled over the information in his mind. Only thirteen? The medics they had were better than that. One would think that the royal army had better staff than that. Unless...unless we've done some damage. If they were starting to place medics like this one on the front lines, then it could be that their work was paying off. Or they could be saving their more experienced ones. But that would be stupid. They'd be losing a generation of medics.


Still...it's a good sign, I suppose.


Sylas drummed his fingers against the hilt of one of his short-swords, waiting. He heard footsteps behind him and without turning around growled, "It took you long enough, Keir." A gruff yet jovial voice responded to him. "Yah, well. Gotta get rid of the stragglers back there, a job our great leader can't handle." Sylas was slapped on the back hard. He sighed, then rose, taking his swords with him. Instantly two warriors who had accompanied the bearded general grabbed the medic.


Wolf ears twitched. "Whaddya want me for, eh, boss? Can't kill a fellow feline?" Keir grinned, showing sharp teeth at the new prisoner.

 

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Luirlan's ears twitched when he heard a gruff voice and glanced over to see a wolf coming towards them. His eyes widened slightly at what the wolf said before narrowing them again. So the panther was the leader of the rebellion? Again, that was just his luck to run into the leader in the battlefield. His fluffy ears perked forward when the panther got off him, taking those swords with him. If he was fast enough he just might be able to make a break for it...


Nope, two rebels grabbed him and hauled him to his feet. One of them grabbed the gun out of his hands, ignoring the hiss of the long furred cat medic. Dark blue narrowed eyes looked over to the wolf at what he said. His fur fluffed up at the possibility of being killed and his ears flattened against his head. If they tried to kill him they would find out he won't go down so easily.

 

[Pandora'sBox]

Sylas glanced lazily over at Keir, then back at the medic when he heard a hiss. "Calm yourself, kitten." Keir snorted behind him. "Such an insult." Sylas just rolled his eyes.


The general moved closer to the medic and inspected him, stroking his beard as if he was a scholar deciding on what to do with a troublesome pupil. "What's yer name, kid? Oh, and while yer at it, tell me everything else, too."


One of the soldiers holding the medic spoke up softly. "Isn't that a bit too vague, sir...?" he asked meekly. The other soldier flipped the gun and laughed. "Shut up," she snickered, ferret tail swishing. "You don't need to be askin' questions." The other, also a ferret, hung his head and did not respond.


Keir gave the female a nod. "That's a good idea." He returned to his scrutiny of the medic. Sylas watched with indifference, instead asking for a third soldier who had also come along to retrieve any weapons the medic had. The female ferret caught on and tossed the gun she was holding to him. He caught it effortlessly and nodded at her. "Thank you." Sylas began to casually inspect the gun. Hm...not bad. I may be able to use this...maybe.

 

[BloomsAtMidnight]

Luirlan bristled at what the wolf asked, ignoring the two ferret rebels who had him detained. His fluffy tail slowly swayed behind him while he thought about the question that was asked of him. "...Luirlan..." The long furred cat slowly replied, slited pupils focused on the wolf in front of him. The wolf's second question was vague like the male ferret said. He could go on and say his whole lifestory, but he was pretty sure no high ranking rebel wanted that type of information from him. Besides, that might just get him killed faster. He was in no rush to invite Death so he went with his second option.


"This was, more or less, a training camp for new medics," Luirlan's gaze darted towards the panther before focusing on the wolf. "We were sent to school for about three months before deploying us out here." The soldiers weren't new since they needed experienced veterans to help protect the new medics while they learned hands-on experience. It also helped that it was encouraged that soldiers be as rough as possible during spars so there was a lot to learn in reality instead of a textbook.

 

[Pandora'sBox]

Keir grunted. "See? Not too vague." His next words were aimed at Sylas. "I would tell ya what the kid said, but you're right there." Sylas nodded and scanned the camp. It seemed like things were completely settled. His soldiers were laughing amongst themselves, the camp was being searched for any possible survivors and loot, and a few lower ranking officials were starting to sort things out. The gun held less interest now. "Hurry up with your questions, dog," he muttered. Keir growled at him with a grin, then returned his attention to the cat in front of him.


"Ya heard him. Hurry it up. I've gotta decide on whether to...keep you or not." He reached behind him and gripped the hilt of his great-sword. Strong hands flexed on the material. "Ya done with his weapons? No? Hurry up." Keir waited, still holding his sword.

 

[BloomsAtMidnight]

Luirlan huffed slightly at the wolf and looked away. He was incredibly aware of the hands holding him in place and knew that today might be his last day to live. He wouldn't be able to see his niece or nephew be born in about five months or go to his best friend's wedding that was put off cause of the war. Then again, maybe if he could escape the rebels before the fatal blow was dealt he would be able to go back home instead of being forced to go back out on the battlefield again.


"I got another one!" Luirlan looked up at the unfamiliar voice and felt his eyes widen. A rebel was coming up with a teary eyed kitten wearing a baggy medic outfit in his firm grasp. "Purnuhn!" The long furred cat called out to the 15 year old ragdoll cat. Purnuhn had fluffy cream colored hair with cream colored cat ears and tail. He still had some baby fat on his cheeks and his wide blue eyes was filled with terror. Purnuhn was forced to join the army since he was the oldest child at the orphanage he was placed in. "L-Luirlan!" The kitten sniffed as he was shoved forward by the irritated looking bear. "Should we kill this one?" The bear looked towards the wolf and panther for confirmation. "Doesn't seem useful at all."


"Touch him and I'll rip out your throat!" The white cat hissed. The bear looked towards the long furred cat with a scowl. "You're in no position to be making threats." The bear sneered before glancing back towards his superiors. "What? Afraid you'll lose an eye, fuzzball?" The bear growled lowly at the insult from the white haired cat and shoved the kitten in his grasp to the ground, Purnuhn squeaking in surprise.


Luirlan continued to glare at the bear as he advanced towards him. "You should learn your pl-"


Smack.


Luirlan used his flexibility to his advantage and swung his leg up, his boot slamming into the bear's jaw and knocking him to the ground.

 

[Pandora'sBox]

Sylas and Keir saw the official approach. Sylas looked at the small, shivering medic placed in front of him. He opened his mouth to answer, but a hiss from the other medic prevented him from saying anything. He frowned and watched the bear saunter up to the prisoner, expecting for a few harsh words and such.


What he was not expecting was for the cat to kick the bear in the jaw.


The ferrets froze at the sudden movement of their prisoner. The male almost let go, but tightened his grip on the medic at the last second. Sylas snapped his attention to the scene in front of him, and Keir started to howl with laughter. "Oh, boy! This is the best thing I've seen in a long time!" He turned to Sylas, who was watching with narrowed eyes. A crowd had swiftly gathered at the sound of the bears angry roar. The broad-shouldered man snorted and his bear ears twitched.


Again Keir laughed. "This is great!" The crowd of soldiers responded to the sound of his voice, babbling excitedly. "At least give our soldiers a show!" Sylas looked at him, his pupils mere slits. "Didn't we already have enough fun here?" he asked lowly. A sudden silence stole upon them all. People shifted uncomfortably as they realized the annoyance of their leader. "..." Keir was quiet. Sylas held him in his yellow gaze, with felt to the wolf like the heat of the sun.


The panther could hear the other medic sniffle. He curled his lip, disgusted at the whole scenario. But...if he gets humiliated by the medic, that's one less action for me to take. Sylas, calm now, turned his attention to the bear and told him, "I hope you get your ass beat. If not, kill him."


At once the crowd was energetic again. They all focused on the ones in front of them. The ferrets let go of the medic and made a beeline for the edge of the ring. The medic was left weaponless in front of his huge, fully armed opponent. Sylas whispered a few words to another officer. "Get everything ready so when this idiocy is over, we can leave immediately." He returned his attention to the makeshift arena.

 

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Luirlan bristled as more rebels crowded around them at the sudden commotion. That gave another rebel the chance to pull the kitten up from the ground and restrain him. He ignored the howling laughter from the wolf and instead examined Purnuhn for any injuries. Aside from a few bruises and scrapes the cream ragdoll was fine. He turned his attention back on the panther when the crowd was silenced. He stiffened at what the panther said to the bear, hating the bloodlust look in the predator's eyes now that he was given permission to kill the cat. Luirlan glanced back at the ferrets as they scurried to get out of the ring before eyeing his opponent who was fully armed.


He could already hear bets being made around him from the rebels, most of it being in the armed bear's favor. He didn't really blame them. A huge, armed bear versus an unarmed cat? No contest there to see who wins. The bear grinned ferally at him as he unsheathed his jagged sword which was meant for tearing through flesh. The long furred cat kept the bear in sight as he looked around at the ground, hoping there was something for him to use to his advantage.


There.


Luirlan saw something sitting on the ground out of the corner of his eye but he didn't get a chance to examine it any further since the bear charged right for him. Bristling, the cat waited till the last second to dodge which sent the cursing bear nearly crashing into the ring of rebels who scrambled to get out of the way. White boots marred with dirt thudded on the ground as he ran towards the object laying on the ground, scooping it up in his hand before jumping to the side to avoid a swing that aimed to take his head off. He looked down at what he held in his hand and felt his eyes widen his disbelief.


A beautiful crafted white fan with blue snowflakes on it along with some dirt here and there rested in his hand. He felt his eye twitch at the sight of the fan and resisted the urge to groan. Did one of the soldiers bring a mistress with him or something?! He glared at the bear who was now howling with laughter at the sight of the fan along with some of the rebels.


"What do you plan on doing with that?! Fan me to death?" The bear snickered, now standing taller in confidence at the sight of the cat's weapon. The long furred cat chose not to respond and instead adjusted his grip on the fan to make it more secure. The bear gave one last loud laugh before sliding into a charging position, gaze flickering towards where his superiors stood before looking back at the medic. Luirlan knew what to do with the fan thanks to one of the lessons on self-defense his mother taught both him and his older brother when they were little.


So when the bear charged, sword swung forward to impale him, he was ready.


The long furred cat stepped to the side and let the sword run right through the paper of the fan before snapping it shut and twisted. The bear wasn't prepared for this move which allowed the white cat to yank the sword out of his hand and up into the air. The bear lunged for his airborne sword, but the medic was faster. He grabbed the hilt of the jagged sword and swung the flat end of the metal into the bear's nose. The bear fell to the ground with a strangled cry, blood pouring out of his now broken nose. The large bear froze when the cool metal tip of the sword pressed against the flesh of his neck. 

 

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Sylas watched the fight start with disinterest. The leader just wanted this over with. He saw the furious swipe of the bear and the dodge of the medic impatiently, flicking an ear. Keir, on the other hand, acted like he was at a bar fight at a tavern, whooping and laughing and slapping others on the back. He yelled at Sylas, "Did ya see that!? He almost got him! Almost took his-" A glare from Sylas silenced the wolf, and he rubbed the skin of his arm uncomfortably. "Er...sorry."


Sylas sighed and was seriously considering calling off the fight until he saw the medic pull out a fan. His mouth opened slightly. A...fan? His lips twitched, almost curling up in an unwilling smile; a rare occurrence. A fan. What even... This was quite a surprise. Keir renewed his howling. "Oh, this is great!" Everyone jeered, until the medic used it.


Sylas looked on with sudden interest as the cat used the small item to disarm his opponent. Keir gaped beside him. "...how?" the general stuttered. Keir's voice left him completely as the cat grabbed the sword and bloodied the bear. Sylas again had to fight the urge to smile. "Yes...what a surprise," he murmured instead, pondering this strange turn of events.


Now the cat was pressing the sword to his opponent's neck. Boos and outraged shouts came from his soldiers. How could this little cat defeat one of their own? Sylas shook his head. It's time to stop this. Quietly, he slipped into the crowd and went into an area behind the medic. With no hesitation he sprinted forward and grabbed the hilt of the bear's sword. He twisted it out of the medic's grasp and with his other hand, knocked him to the ground.


Immediately the two ferrets returned, securing the medic once again. There was silence once more. Nobody moved. Sylas eyed the cat in front of him. "...congrats. You've won." His gaze never left the other's. "You'll be kept alive. And as for you," he growled at the bear on the ground, "pick yourself up and get ready to leave." As the bear followed his orders, Sylas commented lazily, "Maybe we can repair your fan."


Keir said nothing as Sylas walked by. The leader tossed the sword to him and continued on his way. It was over. There were other matters to attend to.

 

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Luirlan's ear twitched slightly at the loud outraged shouts the rebels were giving him. They wanted a fight and that is exactly what he gave them, though he could understand why they were angry since he was the victor. He narrowed his eyes when he heard a barely audible sound behind him and was getting ready to turn around to see what it was when he saw a hand quickly latch onto the hilt of the jagged sword. Dark blue eyes widened when it was twisted out of his grip and only managed to see a blur of black before he was knocked roughly to the ground.


The cat hissed softly when the two ferrets from before pulled him up to his feet, gripping his arms so hard he was sure it would leave a rather nasty bruise. The long furred cat's ears flattened against his head when he heard what the panther said about keeping him alive for now. Great, just what he needed. He didn't want to be the rebels' amusement but it looked like he didn't have a choice here.


The white cat watched as the panther walked away before he was pulled away by the ferrets, being shoved along with the wide eyed kitten. He didn't know where they were being taken but that didn't stop him from muttering reassurances to the young ragdoll cat who relaxed at what his elder said.

 

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Sylas felt more relaxed as he ordered his soldiers to start moving. He couldn't wait to get back into his bed. The main city where he resided most of the time was a good week away on horse, and he doubted that his troops could do a week of that. Along with all their wounded and the few prisoners they had...no. They would not last that long. The town that they had come from originally was not too close either. He decided to go to Luton, the closest town. They weren't on the best of terms, but he was pretty sure that he could...convince them, although he hoped he wouldn't have to.


He called Keir over to him. The wolf had seemingly recovered from what happened with the medic and came striding over. "I want you to keep an eye on that male ferret," Sylas started, without giving Keir a chance to speak. "He's a bit...gullible, I feel. Too easily swayed. I don't want that medic getting loose. Him or his friend." Keir frowned, then nodded. "Alrighty then." He loped off.


Sylas sighed. He mounted his horse and rode to the front. Hearing the sounds of the rebels behind him, he felt more at ease. He began to think about that troublesome cat. Unconsciously, he reached for his injured ear. He growled to himself. This will not happen again. Not from a medic. 

 

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Luirlan narrowed his eyes when the whole army of rebels begun to move forward, some of them even riding horses. Unfortunately he wasn't one of those lucky enough to get a horse to ride on. He, along with Purnuhn, were forced to walk at a fast pace to keep up with the rest of the army. He glanced over at the small kitten who's eyes were beginning to well up with tears again. "Hey, it'll be alright." The long furred cat murmured softly to his fellow medic. The cream cat looked up at him with wide eyes before focusing on the ground in front of the, fluffy kitten-soft ears lowered.


"I want to go home," the kitten whimpered just as softly. Luirlan sighed and nudged him slightly with his arm. "We'll be home soon, just you wait." Luirlan smiled encouragingly at the 15-year old who slightly smiled in response to the confidence of the older cat. Both cats turned their gazes back in front of them when they felt nudges on their backs, quickening their pace to match the increased pace of the rebel army.

 

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As Sylas continued to think up front, Keir was right behind the little pair of prisoners. He managed to catch the last of their whispered words and barked a laugh, causing them, along with their ferret captors to flinch. "Such encouraging words, eh?" he chuckled. "But ya have no idea what you're saying." The wolf kept a long, loping stride to be next to them. He didn't need a mount, and he preferred not to ride horses...which is why Sylas told him to stay back, even though he said something different. It was easier to just use him.


Keir sniffed. "The place ya'll came from...they paint it up all nice and pretty for ya. Keeps ya and yer families complacent." He began to slip into that rough, wild wolf accent he tried to not use. "But they hide...they hide lots o' things. Ya'll don't know what ya'll just escaped." He shook his head and growled lowly. "All the horrors they keep, deep down there in the rotten heart of that nobility."


He glanced at the two felines. "Let's just say yer families won't be there if ya ever get back."