Picking up the Pieces Group 2

Rules:
1. No god modding or overpowering. Give other peoples' characters a chance to react.
2. If you want to leave the Rp, figure out a way to remove your character so that they don't magically dissapear from continuity.
3. For now, only one character per person allowed, this may be raised if not many people join.
4. Please stick to the posting order and post within 2 days of the person before you. The first time this is violated, you will be skipped, the second time, you will be kicked.
5. Try and keep content around PG-13. As this is Post-Apocalyptic, blood and violence is allowed.
6. Please do not post one liners, unless there is no other option, as they are basically spam.
For any needed info, refer to the Sign-Ups topic here
Posting order is: Me, Kat, then Ashe
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It had been two days since he had started his scouting mission. Walter had been instructed to try and find survivors and guide them back to the Sanctuary. Personally, Walter would have preferred to leave them out there, after seeing some of the horrors people did to survive, but it was Miss Wingates orders, so he didn't have much choice. With him, he had brought his rifle and backpack, filled with enough food and water for him to be out for another couple days. How does she expect me to find anyone? There's nothing out here but ruins and ash. Walter held his rifle up to his face, looking across the rooftops of other destroyed buildings with the half binoculars on top of the gun. So much for having a better view higher up. Putting his rifle over his shoulder with the sling, Walter turned around and headed back the the crumbling staircase to get back down to ground level.

A black beast lurked the city's ruins below. It laid one paw forward at a time, it's whiskers twitched and it's ears swiveled around. It sniffed, smelling the scent of meat. Good, food. He laid one paw ahead of him and kept his belly to the ground, careful not to try and scare the prey, in front of him was a rare and large rat. He placed another paw infront of him. He was about to leap forward for the kill, when a large black monster leaped over him and onto the large rat. The rat gave a squeal as the monster's jaws clutched the rat's throat, the squealing died and the dark as night monster lifted his head and licked his lips, the beast gave a huff of annoyance and mewled. "Shut it, you're not ready to hunt rats by yourself" The monster spoke to the black kitten. The monster moved his wolfish body to make room for the kitten to eat, he kept watch, looking to the left then to the right insearch of any threats. His body was twice the size of a dane's, his ears were semi long and pointed. Inbetween those devilish ears, were long nasty red sharp horns. The monster was winged, it had feathers for wings along with a long tail that split off into two scythes. The monster's name was Gabriel, while the Kitten was just Kid, Kit, Kitten, Cat, or whatever Gabriel felt like calling him.

Pyra tripped over a piece of debris, spilling out onto the street. "Oww......" She muttered rubbing her head, and standing up again, it had been a few weeks since she had left the Lab for repairs, and nothing bad had happened yet, she could literally live forever off the latent magic in the ruins, if it wasn't for the constant fighting she got into. This was mostly because of her Naivete, or her clumsiness. She coughed, it was a reflex now just to clean out her inner system of ash, or just to mimic life, even she didn't know the answer to that. She looked to the sky once, before shouldering her rifle, she trudging further along the street her head down. A swirling bit of rancid wind told her of carrion down a alleyway, and the smell of something worse, and fresh blood. She sighed, and walked down the alleyway her interest piqued by what could be happening. "Uhhh, Hello? Is anyone there? I- Wahh!!" She tripped over another piece of rubble again, looking up quickly, coming more or less face to face with a Pitch Black Wolf, and a Tabby.

As Walter reached ground level, he saw something rather peculiar. It looked like a humanoid figure, and as he got closer, he realized it was a girl. Holy crap! I can't believe I'm seeing another actual person! But then again, from what Miss Wingates has told me, she's probably not in her right mind. Hardly anyone surviving out in this hellhole is. Who can be after all the death and destruction? Deciding it would be a good idea to observe this girl and possibly guide her back to the Sanctuary (if she was sane of course), Walter began to follow her, making sure to stay out of her sight. Seeing her duck off into an alley, he followed.

(Posting via 3G. Won't be able to post again until Sunday, sorry)