Basically, my responses in a group RP I was in over on Xanje. I'm way too lazy to explain everything, and the dynamics of each character. Basically, some kinda shadow thingy has made bad people. There's two classifications, "Hero" and "Traitor". Technically three, though, since there's "Neutral" (where Yawp falls). Literally anything goes -- demons, dragons, humans, zombies/Hunters, etc.
The RP has since died off, but it was fun while it lasted. ^^

Also, the art is mine; it's the 'official' ref for Roanoke.

https://www.xanje.com/forums/thread-1305280.525
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(GREETINGS, Y'ALL

'Bout to hop in, but speed-reading through the current pages, so if I get anything wrong, please point it out :'DD)

A snarl escaped the male's mouth, echoing around the empty clearing. Rain was beating down on his hooded, drenching him. It was bothersome, to say the least. He knew enough that a shelter was needed, but he didn't know where.

Another growl.

Shoving the squirrel he'd been eating away, the Hunter proceeded to walk -er, crawl- towards where he hoped there was warmth. Because of the weather, scents were almost completely absent, which seriously hindered his abilities.

Time passed, though how much, he wasn't sure. But, eventually, he was at a populated area. Even though the ground was wet, the faint traces of others was detectable. His brows furrowed beneath his hood, huffing. There was a building.

What was it called? The Hunter snarled, shaking his head as he tried to remember.

'Inn.'

The memory of the word smacks him in the head, causing him to physically stumble at the suddenness. Instinctively, Yawp was on edge, back arching up, teeth bared, snarls, the works.

But, as he slowly realized nothing was attacking him, he dragged his claws through the grass in annoyance. Of course, a simply memory would startle him.

Another shake of his head, and he proceeded to the door before just... Pausing.

What now? What was he supposed to do? He needed shelter, but the beings inside -which he could now pick up via scent- were what he considered prey. Would they let him in? What was he even doing?

He just crouched there, staring at the slab of wood barricading him from the inside.

•••

After deliberating on what to do, the male eventually resigned to scratching at the door (the idea of knocking not even flickering in his mind).

The action leaves deep grooves in the wood, thanks to the claws. He was cold, shuddering. A quiet whine escaped him.

•••

Yawp was leaning his weight into the door when it opened, knocking the Hunter away. When he scrambled back up, he stared at the strange person before him.

Though shadows covered his face, Yawp's bared teeth were clear.

However, he didn't attack. His legs were gathered beneath him and muscles coiled, but he didn't do anything further. This being would be a formidable foe, he assumed, so it would be best not to aggravate.

The male just... Waited. Watching, silent, waiting.

•••

(HOLY HELL, I JUST HAD AN EPIPHANY!

The reason for Yawp's (actual) name is because I live somewhat near Roanoke, and really that name/word. I also really wanted an "r" name.

So, maybe I could have some kind of thing for where he's from, and that used as his name! I don't have a whole lot figured out, so I'm developing him in this RP.

Maybe an ID or something? Do you have any ideas for what it could be? ^^'))

He said nothing; and he wouldn't have, even if he could. Instead, he sat on his haunches, glaring up at the male with annoyance. He didn't know what to do in this situation, as he hadn't ever needed to communicate before.

So, with the brilliance a zombie could have, he pointed towards him, the rain, and inside, all with a growling-yip sound.

•••

After the lack of reaction, the Hunter growled slightly.

He waited a few minutes more before just walking in.

•••

Now out of the rain, the male shook (much like a dog). He watched the strange male walk off before huffing.

Now on his own, Yawp quickly made a nest out of pillows and blankets (where he found them, who knows). He had enough sense, still, to take off his hoodie -- placing it by the fireplace/heater/source of heat for it to dry.

He growled at his damp shirt, but figured it wouldn't be as bad.

With that, he curled up on the make-shift nest, falling asleep.

•••

He was restless. Being in a new environment, with possible enemies, made deep-sleep difficult. It wasn't long before Yawp was tossing and turning, and then pacing around. He couldn't wait for day to break.

•••

The movement caught Yawp's attention.  This instantly put the Hunter on edge, and he scurried to hide behind the furniture, watching and waiting for whomever was drawing near.

Closer. Closer.

Yawp couldn't stop the uneasy growl that escaped him, a bit too loud in the otherwise quiet room.

•••

For a while, the Hunter debated following the male. Ultimately, though, curiosity won, and Yawp quickly stalked after him. After a bit, he found him, and the male simply sat back on his haunches, watching.

•••

The words directed towards him startled Yawp, and he let out a, well, yawp. Aaand "gracefully" fell on his face.

Springing up, he stalked over to the other male, feeling less threatened by his lack of sword. He lunged at the spot beside the other, sliding in the mud.

Yawp succeeded in covering himself in mud.

'Great. Juuuust great.'

With the fluidness of a cat, he was again crouched/sat back on his haunches. His face fully visible (thanks to his forgetting to grab his hoodie), so the furrowed brows were clear to see as they searched the other's face.

'What are you? You don't smell like normal prey-things.'

He wished he could say that, but his voice failed him, and he ended up just growling curiously, gesturing towards him and tilting his head.

•••

Without thinking, the Hunter opened his mouth to answer, but nothing came out aside from soft growl-sounds.

Then, angrily, he darted off, back towards the inn.

It couldn't have been more than fifteen minutes before he was back, barreling towards the male before skidding to a stop, just a few inches to spare between the two.

A deep inhale, and he shakily rose to his hind legs, standing before the other, dropping a small, worn, leather wallet into his hand holding it towards him.

There were a lot of things Yawp didn't remember; writing, reading, and speaking being a few examples. But he did remember that the weird, smooth-thing inside held a picture of him. Healthier and unscarred, but still him.

There were also scribbles and smudges, but one word was untouched.

Roanoke.

He couldn't read it, not did he remember that it was where he was from, but he remembered the significance of his government-issued ID.

So he held it out, a look of cautious hope shining behind his glazed eyes.

•••

Yawp -Roanoke- beamed, sharp teeth being bared. He loosed a small yip.

Roanoke. Roanoke.

He recognized that and clung to it as though his life depended on it. The other name seated itself in his head.

Rick. That's this prey-thing's name.

Taking the old-thing back, he took hold of it before placing it in his mouth. Then he fell back to his natural position, darting off again to place the old-thing back in his hoodie.

When he came back, he crouched on his haunches, messing with the clawmarks on his face, grumbling soft growls to himself.

His eyes would flicker towards Rick every-so-often, his instinctive wariness never leaving, but his muscles were relaxed.

•••

Roanoke watched the exchange, confusion evident on his face, but he stayed silent. Since the rain had since ended, he shook out as much of it as he could before stalking around, hunting for prey on the way back to the inn.

•••

It was a few hours before the Hunter had returned, noticeably... Dirtier. Mud and other were caked on his face and claws/hands, but he seemed to pay no mind. When, at last, he reached the inn, he growled. It took Roanoke a few minutes to figure out the door handle but he eventually did, entering with a yawn.

Without much else, he curled by the fireplace, purring contently and awaiting day.

(When do y'all think we should make it day?)

•••

(Aight ^^)

Roanoke was early to rise, the streams of light shining in his eyes. As soon as he was up, he switched out his still-damp shirt with his warm hoodie, purring as he pulls the comforting fabric over his head. Before anyone else could wake, he slipped outside, tearing off with purpose.

Once in the comfort of the forest, the Hunter fell into a common routine; scent, find, stalk, hunt, jump. Yawp wasn't sure how exactly he felt with his new pack-mates (according to instincts); on the one hand, he was glad to finally have company, and to hear words, even if he didn't understand them all.

On the other, however, he didn't know these people. They smelled dangerous, should he challenge them. The communication barrier was also a major reason; if they were on a hunt, how could he tell them when to crouch down, when to leap, when to do anything?

What he did know, though, was that he needed to repay them. And the only way he knew was food. So he was out here, hunting, debating what he wanted to bring back.

•••

After what seemed like forever, the Hunter managed to find (what he considered) a substantial catch.

A (still living) buck; and not a small one, either. He figured that killing it beforehand would not only difficult to carry, but also might come across as though he believed they were poor hunters, unable to kill for themselves, and he didn't want that. If they wanted him to, he would, but he didn't want to risk...

To say he was moderately paranoid would be an understatement.

However, he proceeded on. It took a while to get to the inn again, but tracking was much easier without the rain. When he reached the doorway, he moved the in-shock deer off his shoulders (thank the heavens for the ridiculous strength the infection gave him), and managed to open the door.

Then he was inside, plopping the deer in the center of his nest in the lobby/entrance room, beaming proudly.

•••

After a few minutes, Yawp got bored, deciding to stalk around the building. This left the deer unattended, and before long the shock wore off.

The Hunter ignored this, messing with the unoccupied rooms (after breaking the doors because he was too lazy to struggle with opening them).

•••

It was a while before the Hunter decided to leave the inn. He'd already stripped the unoccupied rooms of their blankets, pillows, and any other soft-things to add into his "nest" (really, just a messy pile of things in front of the fireplace). He'd also since dispatched the buck and, save for a few stains (and the odd bone), it would be hard to know it'd ever been there.

Now? Well, he just grumbled to himself, tossing a leg bone around in boredom.

Then, without so warning, he tossed it to his jaws, grabbed it, and hightailed it outside, following a new scent.

It took maybe fifteen, twenty minutes to find the source:  a lone, black-haired male. Most certainly human... Ish.

He, like Roanoke's new, potential packmates, smelled somewhat... Off. At first, the Hunter was wary; was this man friend or foe?

And that's when he smelled it.

'Cat!!'

Just like that, he shot towards the stranger, lunging (and landing) beside him.

He stared up expectantly, hood shadowing almost all of Yawp's face. But the bared teeth were visible.

((Small snippet of info:  Roanoke will hunt -and eat- almost everything, from mice to bears. He won't, however, so much as harm horses, dogs, or cats. And he has a particular affinity towards the felines. This is heavily inspired by a cute little picture I found of a Hunter and a cat, as well has how I view Hunters as more dog/cat-like.

In short, for the RPer to understand (not particularly the character), he's not going after the cat to kill it. He's simply attempting to 'rescue' it. I wanted to point this out so you weren't thinking I/Yawp was going to kill it (as I, myself, would be livid if that were the intention).

This is probably incredibly confusing, and I apologize for that; basically, Yawp isn't going to kill the cat, or even attempt to. He's simply acting like a wild (mother) animal.))

Note, as of me putting this here:  the other person never responded, hence why the sudden drop of this.

•••

After a while, the Hunter grew bored, leaving the other in hopes of finding another interaction. His pace is quick.

•••

He spent... Gods knows how long just wandering. Catching miscellaneous prey, hiding them around the inn; chasing after squirrels; stashing shiny things he found close to the inn's door. Then, eventually, he found himself strolling around the area.

He watched as the strange creature rush from the woods, 'fighting' some shadowy creatures.

The Hunter's eyes furrowed at this, teeth being bared in distaste. He didn't like the stranger, or the shadowy things... Then again, he really didn't take to a lot of strangers.

So he hung back, watching and growling slightly. He made no moves to assist or attack, but he most definitely wasn't about to move. The movement coming out of a building made his eyes flicker over, and a faint smile spread across his face upon seeing his 'packmates'.

The smile turned into a scowl again when he saw yet another stranger, a growl emanating from his throat. This time, though, he did move.

Well, closer. Roanoke stopped about a few feet away, wary. He leapt into a nearby tree, crouching on a decent-enough-sized branch. Again, a growl rose in his throat, but he didn't leap.

Yet.

•••

Roanoke couldn't help but be confused. Was everyone so trusting here? Would others fight to protect one another, even if they didn't know them?

He was baffled. Where he'd come from (wherever that'd been), it was every creature for themself. If you saw someone else in trouble, you'd just walk away. Or, if they were prey-things, wait it out or join in. You didn't just... Help.

It was confusing. And every infected instinct he had told him to run.

But his body moved on its own, springing from the branch and hurtling closer to the fray. He managed to stop himself before leaping into action, but he hung near.

He began to pace, growls issuing from his throat as watched. The Hunter's legs ached to jump, and his claws begged to tear. But he didn't dare get involved, not yet. Still circled them, however, just out of reach of attack.

•••

That's what set him into motion.

With a scream, Roanoke lunged at the figure, landing on it's back and digging his claws in to keep his grip. His legs began to kick, tearing gouges into the monster's skin.

He was livid.

Claws tearing, teeth ripping, and snarls echoing, the Hunter attacked with all his strength before finally -finally- taking the damned thing down.

Once he'd dragged it out of the way, he turned back to Eclipse. There was a primal, animalistic bloodlust in his eyes, but he stopped himself before he could pounce.

'It would be so easy... Just a pounce and it'd be over-'

He shook his head, growling to himself.

'I need a pack. Best not to kill him.' Roanoke trotted over to the fallen male, crouching beside him and offering a curt purr.

He was shaky on his feet, but he offered a hand.

•••

Roanoke watched the interactions, his eyes flickering over each individual.

Personally, he didn't know how to feel; his packmates seemed to be open to this stranger (and the female stranger), but he couldn't help but feel unnerved. A primitive wariness to strangers.

However, he didn't attack, or go after them. No, he merely crouched a few feet away from the group, muscles coiled and ready to pounce just in case.

•••

Roanoke clicked his teeth together at the mention of his name, but shrugged it off when the conversation continued. He watched through bored eyes as Sapphire left, and as Rick helped Vincent up. He rumbled a half-hearted growl in an attempt to make known his boredom.

With the utmost grace, he yawned, stretching his spine like a cat, before scaling a nearby tree.

To say he was torn was an understatement. While he wanted to hang around the trio in case Vincent tried anything, he also wanted to follow after Sapphire, to see if she was a threat.

He lingered there, on the edge of decision. The Hunter turned to look down at the others, contemplating.

•••

A new scent hit him before he saw the newcomer. Perking up, the Hunter scanned the area.

When his eyes caught the faint movement in the distance, he let out a small yip. Warning those below.

Leaping from the tree, Yawp hurried in the being's direction. It wasn't too long before he was able to distinguish it's features.

The Hunter ducked behind something, watching him.

(I'm a little confused how to describe Vex, I apologize :'3)

•••

For a time, Roanoke trailed the strange being. He had a strange scent, yet it somewhat resembled that of Eclipse and Sapphire.

She, after a minute or so, he got bored, the male lunged forward, landing a couple feet behind Vex, making a sharp shrieking noise.

Yawp looked at him, curiosity burning in his hooded gaze.

•••

While he didn't match the growl with a challenge, he did not flinch. He'd learned the mistake of showing submission without meaning to.

So he crouched there, sniffing at the air. Staring.

A soft grumble finally issued from him, but it wasn't hostile. Merely... Conversational, even if the words were lost.

•••

This one... Was to be determined.

For the moment, Yawp felt no wrongess from him. Only interest. When Vex began to leave, the Hunter followed at his heels, making soft growl- and teeth-snap noises.

•••

(What even was my response last night? I shouldn't try and make responses as I'm passing out XD)

After a while of following, Yawp decided to go find his packmates once Vex slipped into the forest. For now, at least, the half-dragon didn't seem to pose a threat, and he was sure he'd run into him another time.

He also heeded that Sapphire was following, so he didn't care to stall around.

Instead, he followed the trail back to Eclipse, Rick, and Vincent. Well, after he caught a rabbit. Which he carried, puffing his chest in pride when he crouch-sat in front of said trio.

Had he had a tail, it most certainly would be wagging a mile a minute. But, alas, he did not, so he simply let out a rumbling purr, practically vibrating from how giddy he was.

•••

The Hunter didn't really partake in the conversation, preferring to lounge beside Vincent. Roanoke's eyes watched how the reptilian-like creature moved, just barely repressing a growl. He didn't particularly care for Vincent. To be honest, he didn't particularly care for any of the newcomers -they all seemed a bit off- but something about the lizard rubbed him the wrong way.

Was it the stuttering? The shaking? It didn't seem right. He'd seen fear; he'd seen the tremble of terror up close and personal. Hell, he'd caused it.

Or was he overreacting? Everything is strange in this place. It was no longer what he'd "woke up" in after whatever altered him. Humans weren't really human. People weren't running or screaming or trying to shoot him on sight. And people grouped up easily.

Well, and the shadow creatures. That was new, too.

For the first time since waking in this new world, he questioned himself. Questioned what was normal. Questioned his own instincts.

Instincts which kept him alive.

So he withheld the urge to slice first, question later.

The hood he wore shadowed his face, but the scarred mouth was still visible. His lips peeled back with a snarl, sharp teeth bared.

Yet only the faintest of growls escaped him as he shot a glare at Vincent and Sapphire.

•••

At Eclipse's voice, Roanoke perked up.

"____ready____out?"

He didn't understand everything the other male said, but the movement and tone seemed to signify that leaving was what he meant. And this received an enthusiastic nod. Letting a small yip of excitement, Yawp hopped up.

•••

The Hunter was silent in his movements, slinking quietly along. He leapt from tree-to-tree, never straying too far from the group.

Every-so-often, he'd join the rest on the ground, following at their heels or circling them (think herding dogs). Though he was excited, he never really relaxed, keeping tabs on all in the party.

•••

Roanoke was scoping out the town, his eyes narrowed. It was big, though not as big as the cities he'd known prior. It unnerved him.

Bigger territory meant more areas to hide, more possibilities of ambush, more danger. He didn't like it.

When Vex darted off, he'd only huffed. When Sapphire changed course, he'd shook his head. Did they not realize the safety in numbers?

Whatever, they weren't in the pack, yet. Not fully. For now, he needed to focus on the ones still in the party.

•••

The deafening sounds of wingbeats caused Yawp to look up -- just in time to see the giant creature passing overhead.

"Have to check that out later." He growled softly, tilting his head.

Then he shook his head.

Hunger suddenly stabbed at him. The Hunter went up to Rick, Eclipse, and Vincent before, shakily, standing on his hind legs ((well, feet, but since he's usually quadrupedal, I wanted to specify he's actually STANDING, not crouching)).

"Hunt. Have to feed. Come with?"

The words, of course, were lost to growls, but he tries his best to convey the meaning with his clawed hands. He hoped that gesturing to his stomach, claws, mouth, and in a random direction helped.

After a few minutes of this, he dropped back into a crouch, waiting for their answer.

((Decided putting what he's saying would help, even if no one understands XD))

•••

"Find you later."

And he was off, rushing through the town like a bat out of hell. He leapt from building to building with ease, taking mental note all the way.

At last, he seemed to find a decent-sized house on the outskirts. By the scent, there seemed to be a lack of human occupants. Other creatures, however, found. Raccoon, opossum, mice, birds. Aside from the obvious wear-and-tear, this seemed like a suitable den.

Roanoke, the Infected he was, simply shouldered the unlocked door wide enough to squeeze in. Once inside, his odd gaze took in the surroundings.

The scent of humans was stale, indicating this house was long-since abandoned. Claw marks could be seen where small creatures had decided to lay claims. Dust blanketed the furniture.

And yet... It wasn't bad. If he just shifted things around, got rid of the prey, and lay claim by clawing the wood, then it'd be perfect for the pack to stay in.

The Hunter set to work; within a half hour, he had caught (and eaten) the prey, clawed certain parts of the house, and successfully managed to shove the dresser (which has been blocking the door) away. His chest puffed with pride..

"Den. Safe. Warm."

A blur of motion, and every blanket, sheet, pillow, towel, you-name-it were spread out on the floor in front of the fireplace, resembling a nest. Purrs escaped the zombie as he curled up, a light sleep dragging him.

•••

Eventually, Roanoke woke up, and it wasn't long before he found himself around the group, grumbling at the arrival of yet another person. However, she smelled similar to Eclipse -related?- and this caused him to relax slightly.

•••

Confusion lit in Roanoke's gaze, but he didn't "voice" it. Instead, the Hunter sat back on his haunches, staring at Rui with confusion.

"Ohhh. We are going to separate dens. Can I have one?"

The faint, rumbling growls weren't hostile. Merely curious. Watching.

•••

The Hunter grinned thankfully to Rui before locating the room (after several wrong turns).

It took another eternity to unlock the door. But, eventually, he did. Not bothering to lock (or even fully close) the door, Roanoke crouched down. Then three, two, one, he lunged.

The muscles in his legs made the leap easy, and he landed on the bed with a shriek.

The hoodie came off, leaving the black t-shirt behind. A few strands of messy hair fell into his eyes, but he just shook his head.

"Soft." He purred quietly, a yawn ending the statement.

He wasn't tired, so-to-say, just comfy. And, as such, he didn't fully fall asleep. Curling into a ball, he closed his eyes, listening to the activity of the others.

•••

Yawp murred softly to himself, rolling off the bed with a thump. Then, stretching, he made his way to the main room.

•••

Roanoke lounged in the main room, gnawing at a random bone he found, because I can't think of anything else for him to be doing. His eyes were idly scanning the room when he heard approaching the door.

Head perked up, he scented the air.

"Oh, Sapphire." He mumbled to himself, moving to a sitting-crouch as he watched the door.

•••

For a moment, Yawp considered following her. But he hesitated.

Should he follow her? Was it worth it?

He bummed softly, furrowing his brows.

•••

((I died off for about a day and missed a shitton))

•••

((Died off some more))

•••

OOC:  This is gonna be a bit confusing, as I'm gonna step back to when the fire broke out, then jump back to present.

A scream tore from Roanoke's throat. At some point, he had returned to the den he was staying in and curled up. When the lightning struck and fire surged forward, he couldn't stop the terror.

All-to-quickly, flames were licking at his room, the heat unbearable. Every sane, human-like thoughts and knowledge he'd gained over the past few days escaped him. Leaving him a wild, screaching creature.

Tears brimmed the glazed eyes. Tremors shook his body.

He was going to die.

Then, all at once, it hit him. Memories, knowledge.

The slitted pupils scanned the room, seeking escape. They came to rest on the open door. And, without second thought, he lunged.

---

How he bore no burns was beyond him. However, he was not unwounded. A table had been twisted and upturned in the chaos, and a broken, jagged piece had caught him. The metal, hot from the fire, tore a gash in his left shoulder, slicing through his hood with ease.

In his blind pain, something else caught his side, and three long, deep slices were given.

When he'd finally gotten outside, his hood was all but burned, and he'd been forced to struggle free from it. The wounds bled -were still bleeding- and he'd let out a pained whine.

It hurt. Gods above, it hurt!

Yawp struggled towards a dark alley, panting heavily.

His eyes closed...

(YEET -- injured Roanoke, not dead. He's not too far from the hotel, and won't be too hard to find if y'all want, lmao)

•••

Quote from: 『C』『r』『y』『s』『t』『a』『l』 on December 18th, 2019 9:02:42 PM
Tikaani strolled into town amid all the chaos, seeming perfectly in her element. "I love to see it burn." she said quietly, tasting the delicious words on her tongue. Walking through the town, she soon passed the alley where Roanoke and Rui were. Seeing a draconic figure trying to help a human - was it human? - that was laying on the ground, she went over to maybe help. No sense letting this person die.
"I can help." she said gruffly to the draconic person, pushing them - her - aside. Summoning all her strength, she poured it into healing the prone figure. This spell seemed to be pulling a lot more out of her than the admittedly rather severe injuries should have. Something was wrong with them, but even as she fell back, gasping, she hadn't been able to fix it. The worse injuries, however, had healed up although they left scars perhaps larger than they would have been if he'd been left without her help.
(Does this sound around right for how it would be trying to heal Yawp with magic?)

(Ye, I don't see anything wrong with it ^^)

Something happened.

Roanoke's eyes opened, and the Hunter sat up with a snarl. Then the pain hit him, and he winced. His eyes scanned the two beside him, causing him to give a soft, quizzical growl. Shakily moving into a crouching position, he hissed. The tattered black t-shirt he wore revealed fresh scars. They were faintly colored, as though just scarring over, but healed nonetheless.

Surprise was evident on his face. Faint tingling sensations spread from them, but they were soon to dissipate. He looked from one to the other, seeking answers.

What?

•••

The Hunter dipped his head gratefully, smiling faintly.

"Okay. Pack."

((Lmao, basically any 'friends' are now considered pack XDD))

•••

A slight purr emitted from the Hunter, but he leapt over to the angered female anyways. He wasn't very good at standing on two legs, but it wasn't impossible. Therefore, Roanoke got to his feet, steadying himself against the wall, and offered a clawed hand to Tikaani.

•••

Once she was standing, Roanoke managed to get her arm over his shoulders. Being so close to someone made him tense, but he's stubborn, and was determined to get her to the rest of the pack.

With a soft yip to Rui, he nodded his head towards Tikaani.

•••

The words weren't entirely understandable, but the intent was clear. So, with a soft, confirmatory growl-purr, Roanoke nodded.

•••

The sudden change cause the Hunter to stumble. And, with a yelp, he nearly fell. Luckily, he caught himself, and he only briefly touched his hands to the ground. Curiosity was alight in his gaze as he scanned the differences.

((Wait, where are these guys? XD))

•••

Yawp nodded and Rui's word, setting out towards said gate.

((I am so sorry for short response and dying off))

•••

For a long, hard minute, Roanoke was stumped. Where could they go, with the fire still(?) burning?

Then it hurts him.

With an excited shriek, he tried to run-

Well, he was still holding Tikaani. Yelping, the Hunter stumbled, just barely managing to stay upright.

"Den!!"

Grinning like mad, Yawp started heading in a new direction.

((Back a couple of my responses ago, Roanoke found an abandoned house))

•••

Wtf I put "hurts him"))

Wide-grinned, the Hunter loosed a quiet purr of giddyness as the reached the house. Glancing to the two, he took a quick moment to decide his course of action.

Ultimately, he decided to leave Rui holding Tikaani while he dropped to the ground.

As soon as his hands hit the dirt, his legs coiled, muscles tensed, and he was airborne. In two leaps, he was at the doorstep, then wormed his way inside.

He made quick work of the rodents who'd popped in since his first visit, leaving a pair in the nest he'd made. Then he was out again, opening the door this time.

Roanoke crouched in the doorway, purring loudly, his chest puffed out in pride.

"Den! Pack-den!"

•••

((The house-thing is on the outskirts of town. I kinda picture it as an almost victorian-like house. It's abandoned, so it could help if everyone needs another place to stay whilst the hotel is fixed, if that's alright. ^^;))

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With a happy shriek, the male lunged onto the worn couch. Then he yipped, turned, and jumped in front of the long-cold fireplace, landing with an oomph! on the make-shift nest of blankets.

"Look! Warm!! Safe!!!"

He was like a damn child on a sugar high...

((At some point, I'll sketch some of the house up because what is a life?))

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Aaaand that's it! After that, the RP kinda... Died...