God damn it

What event is it we're supposed to be doing here))

Fine you flavorless meatloaf you

Rampant teenagers, you get to introduce them then)

Sometime late that evening, well after the sun set, they rode into the first town they had seen in two days. It was still alive, plenty of people walking around. He shifted in the saddle and looked around for an open stable. He stared around at the mostly elven community, a couple faes. In the distance walked one of the winged people.

The town was very calm and orderly, other than a few guards around, they didn't seem bothered by the war. Chemically glowing lights hung off of some buildings, others lanterns. A cozy kind of dark.

He brought them up to a barn with a lovely older looking elf. He greeted her politely and spoke in elvish to her, a nice conversation. "She said these two up front are open." He pointed them out for Eris, and was about to move with her when the woman sheepishly caught his attention.

The elderly woman cautiously asked something and sheepishly eyed his companion. She seemed to ease up as he explained something.

He dismounted and lead the mare into a stall, sticking her tack on the stall door and carrying his saddlebags and such out. He gave the woman coins and checked to see if Eris was ready to move.

OHHHHH RIGHT

You know you love meeeeeee))

Eris glanced around lightly as they made their way into the lovely little town. She took in her surroundings with a slightly bitchy expression, but that was from probably more than 12 hours in the saddle on top of soreness all throughout her body. Her eyes settled on the few Fae she found, the distinctly arched and pointed ears that were notably different from elves. Not to mention, she could smell them from where was, downwind of the few she saw. The longer her eyes traveled, the more people she found. Her eyes snagged on a pair of wings, then slid back to focus on where she was going.

She blinked slowly as she realized, quickly, how little defense it seemed there was for this town. A few guards was all She could make out. Perhaps they thought they were far enough from the border that they wouldn't be at risk?

How very wrong.

She let her eyes wander to the older Elf woman in front of them, stopping her gelding. He gave a soft snort and she loosened her reins to let his head drop and itch against his knee. She watched him, rather than have to bear the multiple sets of eyes on her- worried, angry, scared. Like she was a monster.

It was never like this for her, not anywhere in Greenbriar. People would stare, yes, because she was pretty. Some, in her squadron, looked at her with respect- respect brought out of slight fear, but respect and reverence none the less, since they knew her specialty in... interrogations. But there were far worse Fae back home than She was. If she was scaring these people for theoretically summoning a demon that caused a massacre, they would be pissing themselves to see Fae who had single handedly led massacres.

She dipped her head in a nod for the information, inclining her head just slightly to the woman at the door as she dismounted- or, struggled to- and forced herself not to limp her way into her gelding's stall. If these people were going to treat her like she was scary, she would just have to be that way. And that, in particular, meant no weaknesses.

She was quick to untack, giving her gelding a quick groom and leaning quietly against the inside of the stall for a moment. Just to catch her breath and prepare herself to move. She slid out of the stall and shut the door behind her.

((I thinks he goes to buy something, she wanders a few paces off, cue teens harassing her))

Ask for directions)

also maybe she should ask what he told her because she could obviously tell they were talking about her ..cough

after the boys if you'd like)

Kin stood still til she was right beside him, his body was still working off the effects of a long ride, the blood barely back to his legs but he didn't exactly want to stay too long in the company of the elderly woman there.
He started off in what looked like a random direction, but it was one with stores in it, most of them seemed to be settling down for the night. The market tables were beginning to be set down, cocered in blankets and the valuables being collected. The off vendor picking up the items and putting them into a carriage.

"Hang tight, I'm gonna go ask for directions." He said, turning slightly to her, making sure she heard before he split off to an elf who hadn't started setting down yet. Very cordially speaking his native tongue.

Shit I meant to do that last message

It's fine

I gotchu

I'm not stupid I did pick up the hint I'm just carrying it))

Eris gave the elderly woman the slightest bit of side eye before they exited the barn, and she sighed, hobbling her way out with as little of a limp She could manage. Still hurt like fucking hell.

Maybe she could ask the Elf to get her a pain remedy. In Greenbriar, there were pills for this sort of thing, but Imedal was known for its herbal medicines. She considered it as she limped alongside him, looking ahead at the shops closing down. It really was a cute, quaint little town. She almost found herself hoping war didn't find this place. Just as Kin's words registered, she looked up at him and paused for a half second before she spoke. "Can you get me pain medicine?" She asked quietly, peering up at him, a little too tired to do anything but keep talking. "If anyone is still open. Please." She added, as an afterthought, trying to cushion the request. She cleared her throat after he responded, sinking backwards to lean against a building that formed one wall of an alley.

She simply leaned, appreciating the respite on her leg as she wrapped her braid around a wrist, waiting calmly. That is, until, something clattered in the alley behind her. There was... a hissing sound, and then laughter. She turned, brows furrowed, and made her way further in. She saw a small, slinky white feline, backed into a corner, his little back arched and teeth bared, growling.

A group of what seemed to be entirely Elven teenage boys surrounded it, pre-adulthood, but not far from it. Most had rocks in hand. She saw one of them reaching for a pocket knife, it seemed.

"What do you think you're doing, exactly?" She said, a slight growl in her throat as she glared at the group.

A few of them whipped around at her voice, and at least one or two of the five looked scared. Like they had been caught. It seemed to fade when the ringleader of their group, sandy haired and a foot taller than her, turned around.

Then, he laughed.

At her.

Eris raised her eyebrows coldly, tensing her fingers into fists.

T "Whatever we want. Have a problem with it, frischa?" (Basically elven slang for a slut/prostitute- big insult).

"I do, actually, yes. If you're big and bad enough to do what you want, why not pick on something that'll prove a challenge? Perhaps, something closer to your size? Unless all you can manage to abuse is a street kitty." She drawled, letting her hands loosen as the group seemed to come closer.

The teenager laughed again. T "What, someone like you, you mean? Because I promise, I can make that happen." The group snickered, and her eyes narrowed as she felt them surround her. She wouldn't back down.

She refused, really, to back down.

That was when the grabbing started. The ringleader took her wrist roughly, and she attempted to wrench it away, pulling back and baring her teeth. There were names being called, some she understood, some she didn't. Someone grabbed her braid, and she raked her nails down what seemed like a forearm. There were too many people. Too much noise. She could barely breathe, and then someone landed a kick to the back of her knee. She gave a grunt of pain and fell slightly toward the ground, then got hauled up again.

Hehe no worries)

Kin paused, the sole of his shoe gently gritting as he stopped. His eyes narrowed slightly, her add of please topped off the request. "Yeah." He affirmed, short but he would find some. He hesitated to see if that was all, and then he turned away.

He had a brief and pleasant conversation. He relaxed, being among people he could speak his own language with. He glanced around, the elf he spoke to hadn't used a map, just directions. It appeared he chose the right booth because he acquired a bag of herbs, which he quickly put in his bag.

He stepped away, ending the conversation but stood in the middle of the road, using the inken tool he kept to jot down a map. Two ticks for two roads, and then a third which led left and switched right..

He sketched it down quickly before he forgot, mostly done before he started hearing an upsetting racket. Lots of young men, and a girl. He looked around and couldn't see Eris.

He stalked around closer to the noise, eyes up and down as he blew on the ink to dry it, stuffing the pen away. The closer he got, it was loud. He dropped the saddlebags, quiver and bow off his shoulder and peered around the corner of an alley. His hair standing on end when he realized it was her.

"HEY!" He asserted himself quite quickly. Walking deeper into the alley. "Get your filthy hands off of her." He growled at the boys, a sharp insult following, like 'you worthless rocks". As he neared he realized they were big, for being not adults. And he didn't exactly tower over them, or carry a heavy body-type or large weapons to frighten them with.

Considering how he was as a youngster ..it wasn't going to be enough to get them off of her.

The sharp yell from what seemed like behind her earned her a half moment of respite, and she yanked her wrist out of the suddenly loose grip. In the time it took for the boy to realize She had yanked her hand away, she sent it squarely into someones nose. There was a distinct crack and a spurt of blood, and the whole circle stilled for a moment, the sandy haired boy clutching at his nose. Once straight and fine, it now sat at an odd angle, blood swiveling down the crooked surface.

The boys seemed to look from her to the man at the end of the alley, and she wrenched out of a grasp, gasping for a second when the grip on her braid yanked her straight back.

The boy in front of her snarled in Elven, something derogatory she couldn't understand (you pathetic little bitch). She bared her teeth at him in an animalistic smile, writhing slightly.

A few of them seemed to sum up the threat and then laugh, one of them calling toward the man, again in elven. "Why are you defending a pitiful Fae? She deserves whatever we give her, don't you think?" Something else, in common. "If you're not going to join us, mind your own damn business, twig." She moved to scratch at the person who said it, but a somewhat beefy bicep curled tightly around her throat, yanking backwards and cutting off her air supply. She blinked, wriggling fiercely and shoving her nails into the arm as she pulled it downward. Still, it didn't budge. She gasped for air, trying to think straight as she watched the boy with a broken nose approach. She managed to bare her teeth at him again, beginning to get light headed when he whipped a hand directly across her face. The arm loosened for a moment so she could take a breath, refusing to wince at the slap.

Her father had dealt her worse than this weakling.

Then back came the arm, and the broken nosed boy spoke at her. She couldn't tell if it was in common or Elven, but one of his hands cradled half of her face. The half with an angry red mark, actually. Then he was leaning in, and all she could smell was blood, and her own anger, and she whipped her head back into the mans chin behind her, digging her nails in and ripping his arm away. She dropped a few inches, and before the stick in front of her could do anything, she spit in his face. He made to grab for her again, his hand coming toward her face once more, and she simply caught it.

With her teeth.

And bit until She tasted blood. There was a whimper or maybe a scream of pain, and she heard footsteps and saw his other hand moving for her throat. With her free hand, she whipped the palm of her hand up and into the base of his nose, tightening her teeth and then releasing them so he could fly backwards. There was a pause in the circle as the man in front of her crumbled away from her, something pathetic coming out of his mouth as he cradled his hand, currently bleeding. She turned in a circle, breathing heavily and trying to get over the now forming bruise on her throat. She spit the irony blood out of her mouth, glaring at them one at a time. "Who's next?" She snarled, though her breathing was ragged. She lifted her teeth in something like a smile, more of a grimace, showing off the blood on her teeth.

They seemed to debate running from the crazed, biting Fae lady, but the ringleader barked something at them from his position on the ground, and they surged in again.

Kin kept walking, squaring up with an intense look on his face. He cringed as they hardlg even paused when he showed up. They just kept going. He was more angry than anything, these children made him mad they were the same species. That they would do something like this under the eyes of the Mother.

Their brutality was worse than war. He'd been in the middle of a fight, he'd killed people. With his bare fists. But watching them gang up and beat a ..she wasn't innocent but she was injured and clearly no match. If it was a fair fight he would be much more lenient.

The number of boys would've been scary, had he any sense of when too many was too many, but fortunately they were not too many. The one calling out to him was the most stupid of them all though. Just based off of observation. Kin spoke out to that one in common.

"Even if she had done something wrong, why would you pen-channas(idiots) be the ones to give justice?" He growled. The one up front hadn't moved even as his friends resumed their maniacal harassment. She brought a smirk to his face as she bit what looked to be their leader.

They had their warning.

He closes the distance with the closest and swung a haymaker. It threw the kid into the dirt. He screamed. Mostly because of what hit him.

The paw of a massive transparent dog, who faded from the shoulders back. It's jaw unhinged and it walked unevenly and hung it's head. It made a loud and deep snarl as it lumbered toward them. Leaving a thought in all of their heads, including the fae's.

Eris was currently fighting against two of the lumbering idiots, writhing in an attempt to get out. She was about an inch from clawing someones hand when they all froze, and she glanced around for the source. She blinked in surprise at the apparition before her, freezing in turn and letting her fingers curl into fists. She shook her head at the forceful thought in her head, stumbling backward and sending out a forceful blat of shadows all around her. The boys slammed into the walls nearby, and she scrambled backwards, toward the end of the alley, where the white cat still observed from a corner. She scooped it up and ran back toward the end of the alley, gritting her teeth at the pain.

The boys dispersing was the desired result but he was still a little mad it took them so long to get the message. He held up the apparition til the shadow flung out, they may not have been directed at him, he wasn't sure, but it knocked his hold and he lost it. The mist of the apparition dropped as Kin took a knee. It fell like beads on the ground. Fortunately the juvenile delinquents were basically out of sight.

Heavily breathing through his nose as he rose, shaky legs that quickly drew strength, his hands not so fast. He started skulking toward the other end of the alley. "Eris?" He asked into the darkness, flexing his hands losely, he probably should had seen her but his eyes were squirming in and out of focus.