Board Thread:Roleplay/@comment-37629772-20190728101720/@comment-38232361-20190815165023

"Sir, you might want to take a look at these." One of the masked soldiers who didn't forget any of their equipment approached the Aussie, holding out a geared out tablet. The images that would be shown were of the cave paintings, particularly the ones of Theo attacking the Holstaur and The Shaman killing one of their men.

"Seems we have two confirmed killers captured. Pvt. Jameson also managed to tag one of the ones that escaped. We'll be able to track the rest when they find a new roost."

MEANWHILE

The werebat carrying the two dog mamono struggles to fly under the extra weight, stopping on the roof of an abandoned metal foundry to rest.

"We have to go back!" Lulu cried out, her voice starting to come back.

"Too dangerous...... must regroup......." The bat panted, looking around to make sure they weren't followed.

"He's right Lulu," Roxy interjected. "We wouldn't stand a chance against a whole army and a dragonoid!"

"But we can't leave them, the order will kill them!"

The werebat growls at the kobold, visibly angered at the implication.

"Do not mistake my unwillingness to fly blindly into battle against an army for abandonment! We. Will. Not. abandon our own!"

The old bat shakes its body and stretches out its wings and back legs before addressing the two mamono.

"Hop on. We still have a ways to go before we reach the bridge, and I'd rather not stay near this area for too long. Rumors among the scouts say a Wurm from our world nests nearby. If you believe such things......"

Later that night.....

When Kreed woke up, everything hurt. He tried to raise a clawed finger to rub a sore spot on the back of his head, only to find his wings tied firmly to his body.

"Mmmph?"

He would also find that her was wearing a muzzle that prevented him from opening his mouth to scream, and that he was in some kind of plastic tube inside of a unfamiliar building. His eyes darted around to take in all his surroundings, praying that none of his colony was there, or at the very least that none were dead. Especially not one, particular, pregnant werebat with a copper-black coat he didn't see when flying out of their old home.

''Please don't be here! Gods, please, don't let her be here!''