A haunted and lost world

Laura flew up to Ben then and eyed him. "I nor Alice was able to find them but we will."

"Yeah, when they're most likely dead..."

Nyy shuddered. "Please dont say such things." She hissed.

"You obviously don't know Reaver then..." He stated.

Nyy ignored him and looked ahead.

"Belivewot you want..." he said shrugging.

Nyy snorted.
Melanie continued to fly and Laura flew up ahead of her, showing her the way.

Dander made a face, and, noticing that a large walnut-sized burr was stuck in her fur, took it in her mouth and climbed up Melanie's neck and chucked the burr at Ben, where it made contact with his head, then crawled under Melanie's chin out of site.

Back at prison
Ho'ne:"They left me behind" Q_Q "Oh well, I am certain we'll find them again right Jericho?" Uncontrolable laughter started in the next cell.
Jericho:"Right you are brother" Jericho said.
Ho'ne"Come now lets break out of these shackles and leave"
Jericho: "Finally I was getting bored, can I burn it down?"
Ho'ne...No, that wouldn't be nice"
Jericho:"Ahh you never let me have any fun!"
Ho'ne:"Yeah yea sure sure" as Ho'ne phased through the shackles "You at yet?"
Jericho:"Yup, these shackles melted like butter, I don't wanna go looking around for a exit so I making one"
Ho'ne:"You do know I can phase us through wall, right?" Going intangible to meet his brother, Jericho, the Hyena/Iguana wearing his black hoodiy with baggy torn jeans
Jericho:"Where is the fun in that"
Ho'ne:"I don't want the same incedent in Azerath"
Jericho:"Hey! That wasn't my fault... That old lady was asken for it" pointing at his brother
Ho'ne:"None the less, no more of your fire, you tend to burn my fur without even trying, now grab hold of me so we can get out"

Reaver walked past their cell hastily not looking at either of them. He dissapeared into another room and emerged again carrying a dagger and sheath. The dagger fell out of the sheath and landed on the floor in front of their cell. Reaver continued and didn't notice his missing package.

Jericho:"Oh look brother, a dagger can I have it?" Giggled the Hyunga
Ho'ne:"No, you'll end up melting it, stabbing some one or cutting me, I'll keep it for good messures" As Ho'ne goes intangible picking up the dagger as they left prison

The dagger glowed and pulsed with an immense energy. It was clear it was containing something extremely powerful.

Ho'ne:"And now you know why I don't let you play with sharp objects" looking at the dagger
Jericho:"Do you think it would have a high price in the market brother?"
Ho'ne:"I don't know lets find out" finally leaving the prison

"That dagger contains a God of this realm." A small quiet voice said from one of the cells.

Jericho:"NO!!! NOT THE VOICES NOT AGIAN!" Jericho on his knees with his hands on his head.
Ho'ne:"Brother calm down, I can hear the voice as well" Reassuring his brother
Jericho:"Really?" getting up making sure he isn't going crazy again
Ho'ne:"Yes really. Who are you and what do you what?!"

"Calm down, I'm a prisoner just like you....Only a little smaller...."

Ho'ne:"Well then reveal yourself, or my brother might end up loosing his temper" As Jericho giggled with excitement as fire surrounded his body "Idiot your burning my fur again!!!"

Antonidas sat in one of the dark towers on reaver's castle, He was at his desk studying a book he had uncovered on the journey to the castle, it was navy blue, the binding was falling apart, the pages were old and moth eaten, and the hard covers were bent and hanging, the book had an ominous presence around it and seemed to draw in space around it, leaving such a small distortion in space that only a trained eye could notice it. Antonidas knew almost everything there was to know, and with every flip of the page his muzzle cracked open more and more until it was a wide grin, his pointed canines showing. His ear twitched, one of his alarms had been triggered, it sent a mental tremor through his mind, and it was down in the prison, He left the book where it was and ran down the flight of stair, rushing to the prison.

A winged black panther paced back and forth in her cell, breathing heavily. She'd brainstormed for days trying to think of a way to get out. In her human hybrid form she apparently wasn't pretty enough, and in her feral panther form she still wasn't strong enough. She'd soon realised that there were others here, having heard echoes down the dark hall, but the cells near her were empty.

A slight moan escaped the darkest corner of the panther's cell.

The panther hissed in surprise and whirled to face the direction the sound came from, her fur standing up on her neck.
"Who's there?"

The only answer she got was another moan. Meaning the owner was in agony.

She slowly crept into the shadow of the cell, her eyes adjusting to the dark.

Krory layed on the ground half-dead. There were multiple open and bleeding wounds all over his body.

She gasped. "Oh no..." softly padding over to his side, she crouched there and licked at his bloody fur. "What happened? Are you able to talk?"