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November 22nd 41 BC

He awoke to the smell of herbs with a hint of blood, faint but prevalent, and for a moment he was back in Lamia's den with a fever. But when he opened his eyes expecting the roomy confines of a den were four human made walls confining him. Dazed, and sore, his vision cleared enough to spot an unfamiliar caracal tinkering with something in the distance. Today was full of new things apparently. Bringing his gaze to his side, all he could see were big, baby blue eyes staring at him intently. Smile bright, but tired. "Rise and shine!"

All he could do was vaguely groan in reply as he began clambering to his feet to get a better look around. Inky began to fret, "nono--dont actually rise," he gasped. That quickly caught the caracal's attention.

"Don't move or else you'll pop your stitches!" The old cat was at his side in an instant, forcing him to idle. Majora's confusion only grew, as he pulled from his grasp. Looking around he saw Rowan and Mihail, an unreadable expression on both their faces. Well, the jaguar's face was always a void.

"I'd sit down and shut up if I were you. He knows what he's doing." Said a voice Majora didn't know.

Suddenly there was another geezer pulling his attention. He was a leopard decked in scarves, bloodshot eyes like he hadn't had a decent sleep in decades. Eyes narrowing, the amur leopard leaned closer, eyes intense and measured. Mostly unreadable, but not unkind. His voice was clipped and official as he spoke.

"I've not seen you myself yet before now, but I've heard my other student's talking about you. I presume you're Majora, but we'll get to that later on. I need you to tell me everything you can remember from what happened. In as much detail as you can manage."

Crazed, scarred eyes enveloped the snow lion's memory. "Well some chump pushed Flekk in the ring with this giant lion. Both his eyes were scarred but one was burnt, and the whole side of his face. And he was huge! Like the behemoth crawled from Jötunheimr…Also who the hell are you and why ya askin?"

The old cat raised a brow slightly at his tone, a flicker of indigence in his gaze. He held himself taller, straighter - an air about him similar to the hunters, but wholey different. Despite his age, it was clear this cat held authority. Both in his past and current times.

"If you want to keep whats left of your fur, you should talk to those wiser and more experienced then you with more respect. I don't care a single jot who your family are or what rank you hold. I am Donovan, and I'm responsible for half the people in this damn room. And thats all you need to know right now."

How mysterious... The thought was laced with sarcasm. "If you remember anything else, tell Karim here. I'll be back later after I've been to see the guards..." Donovan rumbled, his tail swishing violently to the side as he swept from the room without giving him much room to ask any more questions. And just as quickly as he appeared, he was gone with the hunter pair, but before the jaguar took his leave he left Majora with parting words and a ruffle to his scalp. Majora froze under the touch.

"Well done." Is what the bounty hunter left him with. Majora couldn’t speak.

"...hey, Maj?"

"What."

"Thanks."

The ginger clicks his tongue, "yeah whatever, anytime.."

Inky continued, "I owe you one." But Majora shook his head. Actually he shouldn't of done that, now everything hurts. "We're fair. Say what was that shit's name that pushed ya anyway?"

"Fiacre." The red hybrid stored the name within the confines of his mind, as well as his eyes.

"He seems like a ray of sunshine." The ginger quipped. Getting a giggle from Flekk. "Oh he totally is."

"You know he kinda looked like that ugly bastard."

"Well, he's his son." Now that put things into perspective.

"The apple didn't fall far from the tree then."

"Apparently not."
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Let's pretend this isn't super late LOL

Inky (c) Rain847
Majora/Zaatar (c) moi

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November 22nd 41 BC

He awoke to the smell of herbs with a hint of blood, faint but prevalent, and for a moment he was back in Lamia's den with a fever. But when he opened his eyes expecting the roomy confines of a den were four human made walls confining him. Dazed, and sore, his vision cleared enough to spot an unfamiliar caracal tinkering with something in the distance. Today was full of new things apparently. Bringing his gaze to his side, all he could see were big, baby blue eyes staring at him intently. Smile bright, but tired. "Rise and shine!"

All he could do was vaguely groan in reply as he began clambering to his feet to get a better look around. Inky began to fret, "nono--dont actually rise," he gasped. That quickly caught the caracal's attention.

"Don't move or else you'll pop your stitches!" The old cat was at his side in an instant, forcing him to idle. Majora's confusion only grew, as he pulled from his grasp. Looking around he saw Rowan and Mihail, an unreadable expression on both their faces. Well, the jaguar's face was always a void.

"I'd sit down and shut up if I were you. He knows what he's doing." Said a voice Majora didn't know.

Suddenly there was another geezer pulling his attention. He was a leopard decked in scarves, bloodshot eyes like he hadn't had a decent sleep in decades. Eyes narrowing, the amur leopard leaned closer, eyes intense and measured. Mostly unreadable, but not unkind. His voice was clipped and official as he spoke.

"I've not seen you myself yet before now, but I've heard my other student's talking about you. I presume you're Majora, but we'll get to that later on. I need you to tell me everything you can remember from what happened. In as much detail as you can manage."

Crazed, scarred eyes enveloped the snow lion's memory. "Well some chump pushed Flekk in the ring with this giant lion. Both his eyes were scarred but one was burnt, and the whole side of his face. And he was huge! Like the behemoth crawled from Jötunheimr…Also who the hell are you and why ya askin?"

The old cat raised a brow slightly at his tone, a flicker of indigence in his gaze. He held himself taller, straighter - an air about him similar to the hunters, but wholey different. Despite his age, it was clear this cat held authority. Both in his past and current times.

"If you want to keep whats left of your fur, you should talk to those wiser and more experienced then you with more respect. I don't care a single jot who your family are or what rank you hold. I am Donovan, and I'm responsible for half the people in this damn room. And thats all you need to know right now."

How mysterious... The thought was laced with sarcasm. "If you remember anything else, tell Karim here. I'll be back later after I've been to see the guards..." Donovan rumbled, his tail swishing violently to the side as he swept from the room without giving him much room to ask any more questions. And just as quickly as he appeared, he was gone with the hunter pair, but before the jaguar took his leave he left Majora with parting words and a ruffle to his scalp. Majora froze under the touch.

"Well done." Is what the bounty hunter left him with. Majora couldn’t speak.

"...hey, Maj?"

"What."

"Thanks."

The ginger clicks his tongue, "yeah whatever, anytime.."

Inky continued, "I owe you one." But Majora shook his head. Actually he shouldn't of done that, now everything hurts. "We're fair. Say what was that shit's name that pushed ya anyway?"

"Fiacre." The red hybrid stored the name within the confines of his mind, as well as his eyes.

"He seems like a ray of sunshine." The ginger quipped. Getting a giggle from Flekk. "Oh he totally is."

"You know he kinda looked like that ugly bastard."

"Well, he's his son." Now that put things into perspective.

"The apple didn't fall far from the tree then."

"Apparently not."
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Let's pretend this isn't super late LOL

Inky (c) Rain847
Majora/Zaatar (c) moi