This is My Home....

[Ty]

" So....Ty, where is it you exactly plan on going huh? The elder council said you were leaving now. After all this work you've done to free all of us...not just yourself, but, all of us...some creatures, you've freed twice..."

" I know, but this isn't my 'ome. I belong somewhere else. I can't remember it completely, but I know I belong there. 'n, so that's where I'm going, 'ome." Ty had clarified back.

"Well, if its what you want, I'm not going to stop you...good-bye Ty."....

The voices of the past and unfamiliar memories ran through his head. Ty's blue eyes focused on his own paws that lay rest on the bar counter. The room had an odd feeling to it. A feeling that made him feel like something important happened here. He remembered two creatures. A vixen, was it a vixen? And there was a wolf too, maybe. Either way, he wasn't to sure.

" Hey buddy, yew new 'ere? No'mally when someone is asked somethin' they answer." Junda smiled kindly from behind the counter.

Ty's ears flattened slightly, and he looked up giving a slight shake of the head as his ears rose again. The grayish rat unleashed a lighthearted chuckle and nodded.
" Nah, I'm not new 'ere, 'n sorry miss. Jus' gimme some rum, asap if you will." Ty said with a slight smile.
Well, I'm back....

[Rinafera Woxwitty III]

Erksta gazed beyond the counter, glaring at Junda. His brown eyes flickered from place to place, looking at Ty as well. The otter was very new here, but saw his old companion. Ty must have been important here or something. Well, it sure seemed like that. Everybeast wanted to talk to him. Erksta dusted off his black cloak and blew on the rusting scabbard before him. It was long and had gold trimmings running down the sides. He gazed at the beautiful craftsmanship and put his paw at the hilt that stuck out. It was a basket hilt, and it had a red pommel in the middle. The otter loved swords, and knew of them well.

He grabbed the sword, and clipped it on to his belt. The old claymore suited him well, and the stiletto hanging from a strap on his back heavied it down a bit. Erksta unclipped the stiletto and slung it across the table. Getting up, he left it there and approached Ty. Ty Fancypaws was an interesting mystery that still had yet to be discovered. Erksta was no good at talking, but he could read beasts like Ty very easily.

Ye, Jun'a, git me a cu' o' rum, eh?

OOC: Sorry for the short post.

[Ty]

Junda gave a swift nod, and in a flash, she gave the two their rum. At first, she stood there, as if she was going to listen to the conversation that was to break out, but decided not to, and moved to the next customer.

Ty's blue eyes rested on the rum, ignoring every beast that even said a word to him now. It seemed as if he was in a staring contest with the rum or something of that odd nature. He never blinked, nor did the half rat half mouse's gaze ever leave the rum.

Even when he finally decided to start chugging it down, his eyes looked down the glass, until every last drop was gone.
Giving a sigh of slight satisfaction, the rat placed the glass down on the counter.
He ignored the next few beasts that tried striking conversation with him. Once again, he had no care in the world for what they presently wanted to say. Especially, if somehow the news of what he did for those slaves got all the way over here. There was nothing glorious in his eyes, because to him, he was just doing his duties. Besides, the suffering they had gone through could never be forgotten.

The half rat's eyes did finally catch someone. The other beast who had ordered rum. Erksta. It was a surprise this beast didn't say anything. Maybe it was another beast he had no recall of. Either way, if this otter wasn't going to bug him, he was worth talking to.
" 'ey, you new here?" Ty asked suddenly, his blue eyes locked on the otter.
Looks slightly familiar, but I can't dig 'im from my memories at all...

[Rinafera Woxwitty III]

As Erksta turns to face Ty, it suddenly all went black. His memories faded, and his life slowly faded away. A ferret had just stabbed in the back with a sword. Erksta died.

OOC: Okay, I got that over with. XD

[Ty]

Ty awaited the otter's answer peacefully waiting for Junda to stride on over and hand him another glass of rum. Unfortunately, by the time Ty saw the beast approach Erksta, sword in paw, it was too late. He experienced the life drain from Erksta.

Immediately, a snarl rose from Ty, and he found himself tackling the ferret who had commited the crime. The sword that had slain Erksta flew off to the side as Ty pinned the beast to the ground.
" You killed 'im!? You killed 'im!" Ty yelled in its face, before socking it repeatedly. He didn't care if he beat the beast to death. It had just cowardly killed Erksta for no reason.

[Ffasma Doomsday]

*Ffasma watched the otter carefully, the hood of her cloak pulled down low over her face, casting her purple-grey eyes in shadow, revealing only the tip of her scarrred, pointed nose. Her eyes did not flick about, she did not make conversation, only watched the otter, seemingly poised. Her left claw rested on a mug of ice water, while the other was placed strategically at her belt, resting on the hilt of a simple yet strong dagger she had bought at her most recent, and first tournament.

Something about the otter intrigued her. She could not quite explain, but he was radiating some sort of...of aura, as horribly mystical and dramatic as that sounded. He seemed so tired, his soul just clinging onto the little trickle of life that was left in his system, his frame sagging as thought it would just fall off his bones. She felt sorry for the old creature, a deep sense of pity for the tiredness she could relate to. Yet she already knew how to fix this poor creature's exhaustion. She'd be helping him...and satisfying the sadistic side of her.

As the otter rose silently, so did she, drawing her dagger and taking long, swift strides. In a single motion, she stabbed the otter in the back, her face completely straight, not rigid preparation to her actions. She had, however, forgotten to take into account the giant half-rat sitting nearby. In a single instant, Ffasma had been knocked to the ground, the rat on top of her, beating her relentlessly. The ferret gave a sharp cry and tucked her feet under herself, pushing up at the rat's stomach to attempt to get him off of her and to stop the horrible pummeling.*

You crazy creature, get off of me and allow me to explain myself! Off of me, you dispicable scum! *She screeched, her voice, traveling octaves as easily as a bird takes flight.*

[Ty]

OOC: Actually, Ty isn't a giant half-rat, he's actually pretty short and such.

BIC: Ty felt the paws drive into his stomach, and he stumbled back, drawing his blade. He gave a beautiful spin of his blade before grasping it in two paws firmly. He gave a harsh glare towards her.
" Explain what eh? Killing an innocent beast like that? Or, even if 'e wasn't innocent, that was probably the stupidest thing you could've done...but alright, explain yourself." He snarled looking the ferret up and down.

Who is this girl, and what the was her deal with that otter? Killing a beast in such a cowardly fashion...

[Ffasma Doomsday]

OOC: Oops sorry! When you said half-rat I automatically thought "huge and monstrous". My bad...^_^

BIC: *Ffasma rose, shaking herself once to rid herself of dust and alarm, and watched the rat as he spun his blade, sneering slightly at this obvious show of ego. Pushing back her hood, the ferret finally revealed a heavily scarred, pointed face with two grey-purple eyes. Standing straight, she looked the rat over and then spoke.*

I had to kill him. Well no...I didn't have to, but it ws most certainly the right thing to do. I'm suprised you didn't notice it yourself-didn't you see how tired that otter looked? Besides, what was I do to...challenge him to a duel? I would've won, for if he had not given up, which I imagine he would've, he'd be too tired to be at his quickest.

*Ffasma paused, sighed, and then spoke once more, shifting into a defensive stance as she did so, in case the rat did not believe her and decided to attack.* In essence, I put him out of his misery? Does that satisfy your questions?

[Ty]

Ty smirked, his arms crossed and his footpaw tapping impatiently. By the end of her explanation he found himself shaking his head and denying that it was the 'right thing to do'.
" Honestly, that was stupid. What if I planned on killin' yew in reaction, or another beast woulda killed yew huh? Think o' that part? Yer lucky I didn't plan on killin' yew...I was just gonna beat you senseless 'n turn yah in to Typhoon... Yer intentions were good, but misplaced." Ty explained with a sigh. He looked Ffasma up and down. He was able to keep a lock on her face with no problem. He'd seen worse, much worse, and it wasn't like she was hard to look at, she just was scarred...a lot...
" Either way, 'e's dead now, 'n the old otter ain't comin' back..." Ty said to himself.

" Who are you though?" Ty asked after an awkward pause.

[Ffasma Doomsday]

*Ffasma sneered at the rat, her eyes glittering with unspoken contradictions. She had a torrent of replies in response, but decided not to pursue this argument. However, she could not simply walk away or change the subject without getting in the last word.* Well either way, he had to be put down-it would be disgrace to him if nobody complied to his silent plea. Had I killed him either way, well...I still could've been killed myself.

*She looked the rat over before addressing him. * My name is Ffasma. Ffasma Doomsday. I've been around here for a while, though I just came back from a short trip. And yourself? You seem fairly new here.

[Ty]

The rat nodded. He was usually quick to forgive and forget, and that's exactly what he did for Ffasma. He listened to her before giving another nod, acknowledging the fact that he had listened to her speak.

Ty scratched his neck. He didn't really want to tell his story, just because of all the pain it had caused him.
" Well, I'm Ty. I was new here not too long ago, but as soon as I started making a name for myself, I was taken away..." The young warrior explained.

[Ffasma Doomsday]

Oh? *Ffasma leaned back slightly, staring the rat straight in the eye.* So you are not supposed to be here? Are you going under an alias? Or am I mistaken? *Ffasma was mildly interested in the rat's story, but not about to inquire any further-she was not one to pry into others business.*

[Ty]

" No, I'm Ty. Have been Ty my whole life pretty much. Never knew my real name when I was five seasons or so, so I invented myself a new one based offa my full name...though unfortunately, afta somma the beatings I took from being a slave for the second time, I kindah forgot my name, only remembering that I had come to be called Ty when I was younger. " Ty explained calmly. He unleashed a sigh ebfore giving a slight smile.

" So, that's why I left. I was enslaved...again..."

[Ffasma Doomsday]

*Ffasma examined a claw lightly-she was not one to give pity, for she not only had no desire to, but did know how. She was not the most feeling creature, or the friendliest, and would not be surprised if the rat up and left her shortly for her rudeness or cold demeanor.* I see. Well, I don't blame you for running away. But I like your name. Short. Easy to remember. *She nodded and looked up at the rat, as though waiting for him to continue the conversation...or leave.*