Lost in Los Lobos

[Rorgan]

Nissaya had stumbled back from the headbutt to his muzzle, but he had been conditioned against pain. His mind blocked it out almost instinctively. Now he was ready to take Uhar down and end the fight. He didn't bother to respond to the mink's comment, because he knew he didn't need to waste his time bantering with the beast.

His eyes flicked down as the low kick came at him, and that's when he jumped unexpectedly, aiming a roundhouse at the mink's face whilst still in the air. Whether he hit or not, he did end up landing on his two feet again, his paws up as open palms which were ready to defend him.

[Caterpillar]

Something swung towards his head. It came at him so quickly, that Uhar didn't have time to see, what it was, but he ducked instinctively. He barely avoided it, feeling how the air current swept near his head.

Uhar sneered. Twice this riverdog had succeeded to take him by surprise so Uhar would be damned if he would let it happen third time! The freak seemed to have some fancy tricks - all that hopping and leaping. Well then, let's make that fragging freak hop and leap! He knew trick or two himself...

Uhar seized the nearest chair by its back rest with one hand and hurled the stool towards the otter. Try to jump away from this, the mink thought as he leaped after the chair, using the tossed furniture as distraction.

If the otter didn't want to get hit by the chair, he would have either to dodge or kick it aside... And that would be the moment he would run his cutlass through the foolish woodlander!



A plan of some sort was starting to form in young weasel's head, but he didn't have the time to consider the wisdom in it as his progress came in a sudden halt when somebody grabbed the other end of the halberd, yanking him stop. Not letting go of his own grip, Errot whirled around and was now standing face to face with the angry vixen whose strong hold demanded her weapon back.

Oh bugger, the fox had noticed him.... And she didn't seem to be happy about him taking her halberd.

But if the fox-lady had expected to see the young weasel guilty and startled by the fact he had been caught red handed, she had another think coming.

Because Errot didn't look guilty nor startled. In fact he looked up to vixen a bit snappy as if annoyed because of the fox's meddling.

"Sorry, lady -- I need to borrow this"

And then he delivered a kick right under the vixen's left kneecap. Knar had taught him a sudden kick right in there hurt like a heck and would make anybeast lose their focus for couple of moments... Which gave the weasel-boy just the precious seconds yank the weapon free from vixen paws.

No time to think if this would work or not... Errot took couple steps aback from vixen, and after adjusting his hand into good grip from the halberd's pole, he started to spin. Surely the vixen would now stay back, if she didnt wish to have his leg or both cut off.

"Hey White Beast!", Errot shouted, hoping to catch the otter attention. "Catch!"
And then he let go of the weapon

Maybe Errot couldn't throw the halberd like adult could, but using the rotation movement even a kid could get heavy object fly pretty far, if he only had enough strength to spin with it. And when weapon was let go, the momentum and weight of the halberd did the rest, as it was launched at the given direction.

Sadly, someone should have told the rascal boy that tossing a heavy, big bladed weapons that way was always a BAD idea. As something that big and sharp could easily cut off beast's limp if he unfortunately was in the way of pole-weapons flight.

Well, Errot was still a kid - and kids had the tendency think that everything would go like they planned.

# Yep, the halberd' is now coming whirling at the Nissaya and Uhar... Soo you might wanna duck that projectile xD #

[coolcoyote]

Xia yelped loudly and lept up and down on one paw while clutching at her knee. "Of all the...stupid...backwater..." the vixen growled. This little twerp had just made the second biggest mistake of his life.

The first was throwing her beloved weapon and nearly slashing her legs out from under the vixen as the weasel spun about.

"Holy..." she managed.

(Ill spoof baro's reaction after Rorgans depending one what he does with the chair :3)

[Rorgan]

Nissaya had very little time to do much else other than duck and roll to the side of the chair, letting it fly by.

It was at that moment that he had heard Errot's voice, and he looked up just in time to see...oh boy...

The white otter barely had time to hit the ground from his already kneeling position, and it was a good thing he did it when he did.

The halberd went flying by overhead, and he could feel air whoosh by his head before the weapon buried itself in a wooden column near Nissa.

However, the otter was glad for the distraction, for that had to have caught Uhar off guard.

Without thinking much about it, Nissa scrambled to his feet so that he could tug the halberd out of the wood to brandish it at the mink.

[coolcoyote]

The greedy theif at the bar made a short yelp right before the chair flew over the otter, heading strait towards its new target like a well aimed missile.

He managed to yelp again before it crashed into him, the shoddy workmanship breaking apart as it colided with Baro's face.

The fox fell off of his seat, pushing into one of the beasts next him, causing the beast to fall towards the beast next to him. The domino effect began pushing no less than three beasts out of their seats and spilling their drinks.

The sound of cheering for the fight turned in growls of vexation and murderous threats. After all, a fight was only fun to watch until it dragged you into it...

[Caterpillar]

As expected, the otter dodged to avoid the tossed chair. Uhar grinned exultantly as he prepared to make that woodlander regret he had ever setled his paw in Los Lobos...

"Hey White Beast! -- Catch!"

Uhar's attention snapped at the direction of that shout and at the very moment the mink realized something big was in coming at him with whirling speed.

Waa-What?!

Uhar halted his attack and leaned out of the way just in time when whirling pole-axe passed right in front of him, chipping away some shred from his shirt, before biting into wooden column. The vermin stared at it, shocked by the prospect of almost being cut in half by that weapon.

Then the otter moved for the weapon. And suddenly realizing how undesirable situation he would end up in if the riverdog managed to got his paws in that halberd, the mink turned after the white freak.
"Oh no you don't!", Uhar barked as he slashed his cutlass towards the otter's unprotected side.


Errot patted his eyes. He hadn't expected the halberd fly THAT well.

Oh-- Oh! That had been a bit too close -- He had intended the halberd land in the floor, near the otter, not reduce the white beast into two different sections... Well, the otter dodged it just fine so no harm done.

Which brought in his mind -- he still had one unsolved problem at the hand. The halberd's original owner.

Errot turned towards the vixen sweet smile on his lips, hoping he would look too endearing to be harmed. It sometimes worked and Errot was never beyond using his child appearance as a leverage
"Umm... Thanks for borrowing that..."

[Rorgan]

As Nissaya ripped the halberd from the wooden column, the haft of the halberd caught the blow from the cutlass.

The white otter grunted as he felt the force of the blade hit his new weapon, and he managed to take a step forward towards the mink.

He had wanted this fight to end a little less violently than this, but evidently that wouldn't be happening.

Suddenly, his leg reared up, and his foot shot out towards Uhar's stomach, attempting to maybe stun the mink for at least a few moments. His mind was racing, focusing on all the little movements in his opponents body in attempts to read the mink's attacks.

[coolcoyote]

At the bar Baro slowly picked himself up while holding the side of his head. "Oh blazes...what the heck happened?" The fox looked down at his chest fur, "What the heck is on my fur?"

"My DRINK."

Baro swollowed. Turning around slowly he came face to face with a ferret. The brown and gold furred beast was smaller than the fox but what he lacked in stature he made up for in ferocity. He wore a simple tan tunic to cover a small and lanky body filled with many scars.

"I don't suppose we can talk about this?"

The ferret responded by cracking his knuckles. The two other beasts behind him looked just as 'pleased' about being drawn into this fight.

"Move it fluff tail. You're not the dolt that shoved your foxy self into us." The ferret said while cracking his knuckles.

Baro nearly melted in relief. Steppig aside he said, "Yes! Yes! Talk to them about it!"

"Oh...we SHALL!" the ferret stomped over to Xia who looked about ready to 'barrow' the weasel's pelt.

"Hey miss! We want a word with you and your buddies! They just cost us our drinks and-"

With out looking the vixen reached behind her, stretching out her paw she locked her claws around the ferret's muzzle.

Turning only to grip the ferrets chest as well she tossed the beast head over the feet towards the mink.

Quieting the other two beasts with a deathly stare she turned to errot with a ferral smile. She spoke only one word.

"Run."

And then the door burst open to the bar. A fleet of guards walked in, vermin dressed in chain mail and red tunics with baggy cloth pants. They had semitars at the ready to inflict a special type of police brutality upon any they deemed worthy.

The lead weasel shouted, "What's the meaning of this?"

...

And then all chaos broke lose...

[Caterpillar]

The vixen smile made a heavy cold knot settled down in his stomach, as she urged him to run, like predator would give her prey a head start before going after it. And because of that mental imagine, Errot's expression suddenly changed into cold and determined mask, concealing away the fear he had felt a moment ago.

"No", the child almost whispered, as he drew out his dagger, taking a flawless stance. "You run"

He wouldn't run - couldn't run as it would spell the first letters of his own doom. The vixen was too close, only two arms reach... If he were to turn around now...


"--This is STUPID!", Errot shouted, tossing away his wooden practice sword, frustrated about the fact he hadn't - yet again - managed land even one blow on Knar, while weasel himself was covered with aching bruises and marks from the warrior's sword. Just once - he had hoped that just once the stupid warrior would go easy on him and let him success. But no! Practice after practice his skin was mottled with thecontusions.

"'Dis", the marten started, his eyes on the weasel,. "is primary way for survivin'. If you can't fight your enemy, yar live is nothin' but naught"

"Frag you!", Errot shouted back angry. "I don't need to fight to survive! I can always run. I'm so fast that they will never catch me!"

Knar just rested his hands on the wooden practice-sword, both his expression and posture unmoving by the pup's outburst. Sometimes Errot would wonder, if the marten had any feelings at all. He always was so stiff and uncharitable like statue made of stone.

"Then do it", the warrior then said.

Errot looked at him, not quite understanding. "Do what?" he snapped at the marten.

"Try to run", Knar cleared. "If you can get away without me catchin' ya, we stop here and you can take rest of the day free. No scores"

That sounded sweet deal and Errot agreed on at the spot. Maybe he couldn't hit the marten with his practice sword, but in test of quickness he had pretty good change! He was smaller and quicker, much harder to catch. This time he was going to win!.

They circled each other's, eyes locked into. Errot was waiting the right moment to print. He knew he should time this right and look for the good moment. Trying to dash past the warrior was out of the question as Knar would immediately got him if he entered the reach of the practice sword. So what he needed to do ---

Errot suddenly turned and sprinted, feeling the glee how fast he had managed to do it...

In the flas of moment there was a giant shadow casting over him. Errot didn't even have time to be surprised when wooden sword hit him on the legs with merciless blow, followed by another which struck him across his back. A sharp cry escaped from young weasel's mouth as he feel hard on the ground, clutching his legs which had gained a painful mark from the previous blow He was clenching his teeth to prevent himself from wailing and showing how much that had hurt his legs.

"Never ever turn your back to your opponent.", Knar's harsh voice emphasized from the above. "No matter how fast you might run, your reaction speed is as good as beats next to you. When you leap for the run, he leaps on you. And with your unprotected back you're finished"

"You --" Errot tried to swallow back his tears. It hurt so much! And his back felt like it was on fire! "You almost cribbled me...!"

Knar tossed the practice sword over his shoulder, tilting his head to the side. "Ya think your opponent would have threat you any kinder?" he required. "Remember kid, in our world, the one who drops his guard is first to die..."



'The one who drops the guard is first to die...' Errot repeated in his mind, as he put his right hand horizontally at the level of his chin, holding the dagger so its cold steel blade rested against the side of his forearm.

But then the doors was kicked open and everyone's attention was drawn to the mail chain wearing weasel and group behind him. Or some's attention at least -- Errot, still hearing Knars voice in his ears, took the advantage of the commotion and leaped forward, the dagger lashing at the vixen's side as the weasel made sprint past her, running into the chaos that had just erupted.

He wasn't planning to stay fighting that crazy vixen - no chance! He had only needed a distraction make save escape out of her reach. Of course the whole tavern had become a fighting den, not providing much of safety for anybody, but the fighting beasts would provide obstacles, should vixen choose to pursue him.

Dodging and rolling past the stomping paws as the weapons swung above and around his ducked head, Errot moved slippery like oiled eel between the occurred chaos.

It had escalated rather quickly . No-one in the Los Lobos liked the enforcements as they were crooks like the rest of the city's population, misusing their title and position, and of course trying to gain some profit while doing so. So it was no wonder that Hellsgate broke loose when beasts wearing red tunics and chain mail appeared on the tavern's door step. Those distinctive marks were sore sight for most of the customers.


 
Uhar was in trouble - and the mink had started realize that too. The otter managed to seize the halberd, blocking his strike like it was nothing. Two weapons were locked together as both beast pressed to make the other waver first.

But the otter didn't waver - with all the strenght he possessed and yet the white freak pushed him back! Uhar clenched his teeth, suddenly not so sure anymore about his possibilities survive from this as the winner....

And then the otter's kick broke two beast apart, sending Uhar on the floor. Snarling the mink rolled back to his feet and it was about then when the Los Lobos' guards stormed in.

Uhar cursed with loud voice after seeing their uniforms. He would be in big trouble if guards caught him... But in same time being secretly relieved about their arrival. As it gave him an excuse get away from here - and away from the otter - without losing his face.

"It's your lucky day, freak!", Uhar growled, backing away. "I don't forget this!" And then the mink turned the tail and made his escape.


# You may decide if Errot actually manages to cut Xia or not ^^ #

[Rorgan]

When the doors were burst open, Nissa had a hard time keeping his gaze on the mink because of curiosity, but then he watched Uhar run, and he turned, still gripping the haft of the halberd as he eyed the authorities. Wonderful, just what he needed.

He had been trying to avoid conflict at all, but...he supposed that was about as much as he could expect when he tried to help somebeast else.

Slowly, he began to back away, holding the halberd in front of him at the ready. He wasn't going to be letting himself get taken away, even if he had to run, which would be preferable to fighting.

Especially fighting against armed guards.

He backed up more, eyes scanning the chaos unfolding in front of him. "Well then..." He muttered to himself.

How was he going to be getting out of this one?

[coolcoyote]

The vixen let out a loud screech when the blade carressed the fur of her stomach. Her mother's words of warning ran through her head as Xia fell to her knees clutching with both paws at wound staining her light yellow under belly red.

Her mother always warned her that a propper warrior went to battle dressed in armor, but noooooo, Xia had to be like one of those new barbarian gals who liked to let their belly hang out.

She had clearly under estimated the little scamp, she could see that now. She wasn't trying to hurt him, just scare him off a bit with the least ammount of mauling.

Now though, Xia wasn't going to feel sorry in the least for the righteous mauling that beast was about to recieve.

By the time the fox had gotten over the shock of being slashed by a dibbun, not to mention the pain, a guard was already standing over her with his sword drawn.

"Leo! Fredwick! After the mink!" The weasel shouted. A pair of ferrets took off after the mink as they followed him out the back. "You! The arctic otter! Drop your weapon!"

As the guards slowly advanced upon the otter Baro realized he should have made his own escape into the city. Being a thief in this town didnt pay if the guards cut off your paws...or worse.

He tried to shuffle his way out the front door, slowly passing by the bar as the guards focused on the otter.

[Caterpillar]

## OOC: sooo -- do all of us agree the alts shoudl take a tour in local jail? ^^ #

As the Baro made his way through the front door, he would soon find a tip of spear pinching his nose, as if a fair warning of that vulpine shouldn't move even a inc if he valued his dear life.

At the tavern's doorsteps there were standing two more guards, rats both of them, armed with wooden clubs and spears, which were the trademark weapons of the port city's guard. By the order of their unit-leader they stayed behind to ensure no-beast escaped through this way. After all, you wouldn't leave the main exit unguarded if you planned raid someplace, now would you?

"You're under arrest, fox" the rat, whose spear was pointing at Baro, announced. And then he sniggered. "You do wisely if you don't try anything funny now - resisting a arrest is serious offence in this city..." The spear was held with firm assurance that if vulpine would do something stupid - try to run, for example - this weapon would be through his neck next.


Meanwhile inside the in Nissaya got surrounded by the other guards who, by the way, were more than ready to kill first and ask questions later, should the otter try something. But to be fair, this was the Guard's common way to handle the supervision over Los Lobos. And it might be the one of the reasons why the locals avoided the City Guard as much as possible. Because if you didn't, you got easily accused of a crime you didn't commit and in the worst case scenarion you ended up in death row. Or you were sold out as a galley slave for those ships which docked in the harbour. No guard would say no to an extra coin and they had soon realized how profitable it hwas to have couple of "raid arrests" now and then.

As it had already been said, Guard was as rotten as the rest of Los Lobos population.

[Rorgan]

Nissa's eyes slowly flicked between the good amount of guards that now surrounded him. Well...he hadn't been planning for this.

Dammit...

Cautiously, he put the halberd on the ground, staring at the guards with narrowed eyes that just dared any of them to be the first to touch him.

He may have been under arrest, but hey, he was fickle about the beasts that laid a paw on him, even though the guards likely wouldn't be as polite as to honor that.

"You've got me," He said, retaining his polite manner. Even if he was filled with anger, he decided it best not to give in to Khyo, as easy as it would've been.

[coolcoyote]

(Ooc to the jail house! I shall now time gap to conditions of the jail house and then let others spoof in where their alts are. Feel free to spoof in npcs as you like, either guards or prisoners :3

Sub plots are also welcome after everyone posts their npcs I'll spoof in some possible plot threads to follow :3)



The doors came closed with a loud metalic clang. The inner city jail was certainly a step up from a prison, but not by much. The newly aquired prisoners were first logged into the books on the top floor of the jail before being led to what can only be described as a dungeon.

Built outof the guard headquarters basement the jail was composed of several small cells made to hold 'special' guests. Those who were wanted for serious crimes or their safety had to be preserved by locking them away from other prisoners.

As for everyone else they were carted into the main dungeon. The dungeon was one large room with twin pillars in the center of the room. Made from stone slabs the room had a dark, humid atmosphere. The only ray of light came from the small barred window at the far end of the room.

The smell of unwashed beasts was powerfull and almost welcomed compared to the smell of unclean waste.

It was here where the party woupd spend the next few hours, or prehaps days depending on if the city guard forgot about them...

An hour after being locked up and Baro already felt like bouncing off the walls. He sat with his back to a pillar, it was the safest, cleanest place he could find.

Xia looked even more nervous in this place. Her ears twitched at every movement. She reconized several of the faces here. Escaped slaves, murderers, theives. Beasts she had put away as a bounty hunter.

She was forced to sit next to Baro by about three feet. That was the length the chain binding them together by the ankle allowed her to sit away from him.

For reasons unknown to the brown furred vixen the guards thought she and the brown furred fox were related or at least together.

And in turn, now the prisoners thought HE was with the person who put them here.

Baro tapped his foot paw nervously for every second he counted off of his life span.

[Caterpillar]

The skirmish in the tavern was over rather quickly and the “guilty side” was soon bound by their wrists and stripped from their weapons as guards gathered this day’s haul together.

Just a few moments after the last guard had exited the tavern, a small head peeked behind the counter. At the midst of the chaos Errot had hid himself in the cupboard and had went completely unnoticeable both by guards and other beast.

Errot snorted. Usually he was annoyed by the fact how small he was (compared to adults), but now he had to agree there were some advantage in being a kid… No-body had noticed him, he was the master of hiding! The best ever lived!

Errot waited the sounds grow weaker before rushing to the door and outside. He was just in time to see how guards shoved their captives down the street, before the whole group turned around the corner. He caught a glimpse of the big mouthed fox, who had sat at the bar… And that crazy vixen – good riddance to her! – but also the white furred otter among the other arrested beasts.

Errot gave out small, relieved whistle. He wasn’t the resident of this city, but he knew without saying that ending up in jail meant bad things to come - especially in Los Lobos. Those beast were going to face some tough luck that was for sure.

"Well, not my problem", Errot thought out aloud as he turned towards opposite direction, lifting his paws behind his head. Now he would be off to explore the city - After all he didn’t have any debts anymore. He had even the score by lending the White Beast that halberd.

"He was pretty good fighter thought", the weasel said as he walked."“I wonder if he’s part of some gang – Anyone would want to a fighter like that..."

Suddenly Errot stopped, halted by the thought. Hey, that’s the idea… How about – how about he recruited that otter? To be part of his army? After all, he couldn’t have an army which included just Knar. He was going to challenge his uncle someday and that day he would win back his heritage which was rightful his. But of course he needed a capable soldiers – so why not start the recruiting already? Yes! His army would be the greatest that had ever seen on the face of the whole land! The best soldiers! And that White Otter had seemed like one.

"I wonder if I can recruit him", Errot said thoughtfully as he turned around, looking at direction the guards had vanished. Well, you would never know if you didn’t try, isn’t that right? And if he could recruit the otter to be his henchman, it would show Knar he wasn’t some kid anymore!

Grinning Errot turned around and started running to the direction the city watch had gone.

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In that gloomy humid dungeon some beasts glared at the vixen with very angry eyes, clearly harbouring some vengeful thoughts directed to the beast who was responsible for their capture and imprisonment.

Clearly there wasn’t much love in the air for Xia. And so some beasts were taking calculating steps towards the vixen AND Baro.

"Soooo…", one of the closing in beasts, a ferret, said dragging out the word while his mean little eyes narrowed at the Xia’s direction. "Fancy meet the you here…"

"Frigging seagull’s dropping…"
The ferret words were cut as he – like many others – lifted their eyes up to the wall where the small window was, almost at the edge of the roof.

A pair of small paws grabbed the bars and young weasel’s face peered between the iron bars.
"Hey, White Beast!", Errot called, scanning the suprised beats in the cell. "You in there?"
Errot had peered inside couple of barred windows and was starting to get impatient. Now how hard it was to find one… A-ha! There he was! Because of his white hide the otter stuck out from the crowd like a sore thumb.

[Rorgan]

The white otter in question was off to the side a bit, or at least, as much off to the side as he possibly could be. He was sitting with his legs crossed and his paws in his lap. His eyes were closed, and he did not speak or move aside from breathing.

However, this little meditation session came to an abrupt end when Errot called into the cell rather disruptively.

For a moment, Nissa was tempted to ignore the young voice that was calling into the cell. It was probably just another beast come to ridicule his appearance like every other.

But then...his brows furrowed..

He recognized that voice...

'Hey White Beast! -- Catch!'

That voice...the same voice that belonged to the small weasel that he had defended. The same weasel that had thrown him the halberd.

Slowly, his eyes opened, and he looked up at the window, and he found his suspicions confirmed upon sighting Errot.

"I suppose I am in here for the moment," He replied rather bluntly. After all, the monk saw no reason to beat around the bush.

[coolcoyote]

Both Baro and Xial were rather preoccupied with the beasts closing in onf them even while the white otter conversed with his weasely companion. When he did interupt Xia's eyes shot wide open, "YOU! You weasely little scamp! When I get my claws on you I'll-"

The vixen was cut off from a quick tap on her shoulder. "Excuse me miss, but don't you think we have some more 'pressing' concerns?" Baro then nervously gestured to the small group of beasts forming around them. Xial swollowed her anger for the moment, or perhaps she just gulped in fear, either way she found herself back stepping closer to the window.

"You make a fair point, uh..."

"Baro."

"...well It beats Freddie I suppose. So Baro, have any bright ideas to get out of this mess we are in?"

The fox thought on this for a long moment. Clapping his paws together Baro then declaired in a loud voice, "I have nothing to do with this woman! Don't hurt me!"

Xia face pawed, "My hero..."

[Caterpillar]

White Beast seemed to be very calm, considering the situation he was in: sitting in that weird posture all composed while other beast in the cell were more or less showing some tension. Either White Beast had nerves of steel... Or the otter hadn't yet realized what kind of ominous future was waiting for him in this prison. After all, the otter had funny clothes so he surely wasn't from around here.

"You sure ended up in tight spot", Errot continued, laying his eyes upon the otter before looking around the big cell which was holding number of prisoners within it moist walls. "You know, that's not a good thing... I heard prisoners end up badly around he--"

His sentence was cut in the middle when the vixen started suddenly shout at him. Errot shot at vixen an angry glare, feeling a bit irritated about the interruption. But seeing vixen in bad situation brought him back in better mood. Hah, it seemed like she had gotten into some trouble -- or at least the beasts who were closing in her didn't look friendly. Served her right!
"Yeah, don't butt in my business, lady -- you seem to have problems of your own " Errot spoke right after Baro, sticking his tongue out at Xia. "And I didn't come here to help YOU"

That said Errot returned his attention to the white otter. The truth to be told he had never tried to recruit anybody, so he was a bit unsure which ewas the best way to proceeds.
"What's your name, White Beast?", he then asked. Knowing the name of potential subordinate sounded like a good start.

[Rorgan]

For a few moments, Nissa had been preoccupied with watching the beasts slowly close in on Baro and Xia. He was only slightly interested, to be honest. He had given in to violence once for somebeast he didn't know, and he was in jail. He wasn't about to submit to Khyo a second time in the same day.

Still, he didn't see an issue with speaking to Errot. Most beasts didn't even take the time to talk to him much at all, much less seek him out and have a conversation with him. He couldn't help but take a small bit of interest in the remark that the weasel had been in the middle of. He figured the justice system there likely wasn't the best, and he knew he was in a bit of a bind, but...there wasn't a lot he could do about it, so why worry about it?

Maybe that was part of what made him so cool, calm and collected. Another was possibly the meditation that he had conducted whilst sitting in that cell, though of course, he hadn't even been in there all that long. Still, it was going to be a while sitting there, so it would probably be best to pass the time somehow.

"My name is Nissa," he replied to Errot evenly. Even if the weasel hadn't asked, he probably would've given his name anyway. Hell, it was better than being called 'White Beast' all the time. He didn't need anyone to rub his abnormality in his face, whether intentionally or unintentionally.

He had enough strange stares from others to do that.

[coolcoyote]

Baro yelped as Xia bolted towards the window, the chain growing tight betwren them. The male brown fox tripped and fell upon his face as Xia growled, "You little rat! I'll-" the vixen yelped as well as the chain forced her to stop abruptly, "You dolt! Cut me some slack! I have a weasel to maim!"

The tod growled back at Xia, "And we are about to get maimed over here!"

A storm cloud growing over her head Xia turned her anger upon Baro, "Then get on your feet and defend yourself you useless little creep!"

"Creep? I'm no creep! And why should 'I' have to defend myself?" The fox got onto his feet for the sole purpose of crossing his arms, "I'm NOT the one who put all these beasts in jail so why should I sully my paws to help your mangy hide?"

"You mut! I'll beat you to death with your own skull!"

"I don't think that's physically po-ERK!" Baro began before the vixen wrapped her paws around his throat and began to throttle him back and forth. "Help! Guards! Mad vixen! Mad vixen!"

The guards may not have come but the sight of Xia strangling her fellow fox did seem to make the beasts hesitate, either out of fear or for the pure enjoyment of seeing Baro strangled. It was hard to say.

The scene did incite at least one beast to laughter though.

The marten's cackle filled the stone room. All heads seemed to follow the sound back to its source. The pine marten had of course seen better days. That much was obvious.

He was curled into a ball in the corner of the room away from other beasts or perhaps more acurately, they were away from him.

His body was hollow and starved, each and every bone was plainly vissable under his ratty and mange filled pelt. His chin fur had grown outward like a small beared and was stained with grey as were her eyebrows and the tip of his otherwise brown furred tail.

He wore a brown cloak like garment, really it was more or less raggs sewn together which were soiled.

"Fight all you want...it wont matter..." the old martan meniacally cackled. From his place in the corner he pointed a whithered claw at the white otter, "And talk all you want with your friends. It will be the last time...the Barron will come and take you all away..."

A collective groan spread through out the room. "Oh great, they woke up Mad Martin." Some one said. Another sighed, "Every time...he does this every bloomin time..."

"I'm not mad! I'm crazy! Learn the difference!" Mad Martin the pine marten chastized the lot of the criminals. His bones seemed to creak and pop with each motion as he scurried closer to the party.

"The barron! He comes tonight! He will take you away and no one will ever see you again!" He pointed a ratty claw towards the weasel in the window. "Flee! Flee you weasely little weasel! Before the Barron comes for you as well! Abandon we doomed souls or abandon hope!"