Healthy Massacre [Open]

A breeze of the morning wind found it’s way through the city of Reim, right through the windows and into the room where a young Fanalis and her giant Lion were resting. Moving around, the fluffy blanket would slip down from her body and reveal her fair skin to the sunlight. Raising from her deep slumber, her crimson red hair would cascade down her slender body as the young woman stood up and walked over to the window to bath her face in the warmth of the day. Looking down onto the streets, Myra could see that it was still early in the morning, yet a busy day. The people of Reim were really hardworking and diligent, and hearing as how it was the most advanced city with great industrial potential, Myra admired the people of the golden Empire for their hard work. After a while of dozing around, the female walked back into the room, laying her hands gently onto the head of her pet Lion, rubbing his furr until he woke up. Zafar stretched his limbs and roared loudly, before he stood up. He was getting bigger and bigger by the day and Myra was glad that the door was big enough for him to fit through. “Let’s get you something to eat.” She spoke with a gentle tone in her voice before getting dressed and leaving her home. Myra was wearing a short, dark brown leather rock and over it a white tunic. She had her long, wavy her tied up in a pony tail and like always, she was going barefeet. She climbed up Zafar’s back and the Lion, who was standing almost 10 feet tall and 16 feet long, jumped down onto the street, leaving deep marks from his paws in the ground as he landed. Myra leaned down and gently rubbed her pet while he would toodle through the city at a leisurely pace. At some point, the twosome would eventually arrive at the street market where Zafar approached a meat selling shop and pointed at a slaughtered calf. “Can I haz?” He grumbled and shocked the shop owner with his ability to speak, but Myra threw a few coins of money at him. “Would you be so kind?” She asked and a smile crept over her lips. Zafar leaned over and big into the massive piece of meat, lifting it up and carrying it around that way. Myra and Zafar would then proceed towards a less populated street in Reim, where the Lion would sit down and started to devour his breakfast. The Fanalis jumped onto the ground, sat down next to him and nibbled on a peach, while waiting for something to happen.

While Zafar ribbed the meat of the calf and chewed it peacefully, Myra nibbled on her second peach and looked around. It was a warm day, the weather was beautiful, and a refreshing breeze her and then would make sure that it didn’t got too hot. Some people were drifting away while staring at her beast and it sure wasn’t the most common thing for a giantic, purple Lion to just sit there and dine, but neither Myra nor Zafar minded it, as long as they wouldn’t try to hurt them or anything similar. However, there was one female voice that would express her excitement about seeing Zafar, asking whom he belonged to. Myra smirked and climbed over Zafar, sitting on his back once again to see who had spoken to him. To her surprise it was a tender, yet gorgeous looking dark skinned woman with big round eyes and silky black hair. “He is my partner.” Myra spoke calmy as she jumped down from Zafar’s back and leaned against a housewall. “You can pet him if you want.” Zafar roared as he finished his meal and turned around to see who his Mistress was talking to. He didn’t liked much people, but some of them just looked good to him. He walked up to Safiya and bumped his muzzle against her tummy. “I like this human.” She spoke with his deep voice and Myra chuckled a bit. “This is Zafar, and my name is Myra. What a pleasure to meet you.”

Zafar looked down at the tanned woman and sniffed on her. Myra’s hand wandered down his neck and gently rubbed his fur. She had introduced herself as Safiya and Myra smiled at her. Safiya seemed to be a kind woman and the female Fanalis wouldn’t mind talking to her, even when it came all out of sudden. “Something about her is rather odd.” She thought to herself, and while Myra didn’t meant it in a bad way, she couldn’t really tell what it was, that was confusing her. To her surprise, Safiya would then ask if Myra happened to be a pure blood Fanalis. Myra’s eyes widened for a moment and she took a step backwards, while Zafar moved forward, that his side touched the back of his Mistress. But before she could respond, another person would enter the scene. A young man with a rather. Taller than the two women, he had purple hair that resembled the color of Zafar’s fur. He spoke up as well and Myra was a little bit overwhelmed by everything. After all, Reim was still working with and trading slaves, and neither of these people looked like one. Myra wasn’t scared of them, neither was she overly cautious, but simply very hot headed and sensitive. She wasn’t good at overthinking and handling situations like this, and something inside her panicked right away when someone would regocnized her race. The man stated that it was a bit rude to ask, and the fact that he found it rude weirded her out. When Myra made another step backwards, the ground beneath her feet would crack and leave behind deep marks, while Zafar started to grow at the two strangers. “She is. So what?” He would snarl at the two strangers, making sure to defend her properly if the two would end up attacking them. It wasn’t a personal thing, but a natural reaction of Myra and Zafar. While many people would take Fanalis as a slave, they would take Zafar and force him to fight and lose his life in the arenas of the gladiators. Myra would rather die than let this happen to him, but she knew how rare beasts were, especially those that could talk.

Myra was a little bit confused by the current events, however before she could respond to either Safiya or the young man, Zafar turned around and sniffed the air, recognizing the smell of a person that they had met before. “Marsun!” The Lion barked and suddenly, the male Fanalis would appear out of now where, rushing down onto the ground and upon impact, shattering it slightly. This was so unexpected that Myra would slightly jump in excitement because she was startled by his sudden appearance. “M-marsun!” A touch of irritation in her voice would show that she was a little bit upset by now. However, she was then distracted once more by the basket of peaches he was carrying around. “PEACHES!” The young girl exclaimed and dashed forward, grabbing the basket and pushing Marsun away from it, before she started taking one bite after another and devouring the peaches without mercy. “P-peaches!” She whispered in excitement and turned around to Zafar who started laughing hysterically, however the sound a Lion made when he was laughing sounded more like thunderbolts and aggressive roaring. For a short moment she had forgotten about the two other people. However, what they did now surprised her. The young man introduced himself as Tahl, a Halfling, born to a human and a Fanalis. However, Safiya, who now raised her voice once more, seemed to be upset about the two men interrupting them. But she would also turn out to be a Halfling, half Fanalis half human. But when they revealed what they were, Myra became even more skeptical. “Halfling? No offense, but you don’t look like us at all. And from what I know, the Fanalis Genes are usually the strong ones.” Myra was clearly referring to the deep red eyes and the crimson red hair that could always be seen on Fanalis, however she didn’t expected halflings to look completely different. But Myra had never seen Halflings before, so she couldn’t really tell. “Well, I guess if you claim to be Fanalis while not looking like Fanalis at all, something about you has to be like us, right?” Myra’s distrust towards others, no matter how nice they were, was a main point in her personality. Everyone could claim to be a Fanalis, asking for more and more informations about them while they were secretly just planning on gaining more knowledge about a race that they wanted to enslave. Myra made a step forward and went into her fighting stance. “Proof it then.” She looked straight at Thal while she pressed her feet into the ground, causing it to crack once more, before she dashed forward at the young man at an incredible fast pace, and if he wasn’t to dodge her attack or block it, she would kick him against his side, eventually causing him to be slammed back against the wall of a house. Myra thought that if they hadn't inherited the physical appearance traits of a Fanalis, they had to have at least somewhat the same brute strength like she and Marsun did.

“Get over it.” Myra hissed at Marsun. “In your life you will eventually lose more important things than your peaches if you don’t keep your head up high and be cautios.” The females latest action sure wasn’t much of a big deal, but after all he had allowed her to do what she just did by letting his guard down. Seeing him faceplanting into the wall like the biggest dork she had ever seen caused her to laugh out loud in amusement. “Take better care of yourself.” However, what happened next showed her how different people could be. While dashing forward at Thal, aiming for his side with her leg, he was somehow able to block it, taking only minor damage from it, if something like that could be called damage at all. In the background she could hear Safiya getting somewhat angry, confronting her and asking her while she would attack someone unprepared. Not being able to hold herself back anymore, Myra bursted out into a hysterical laughter, having to hold her stomach because it started hurting. “You are being so naive right now. If I was to attack someone, him being unprepared is the best case scenario for me, right? You should always be aware of what is and happens around you.” Myra had no clue what to do with these people from now on, and she couldn’t really tell wether or not Safiya was a kind hearted woman or a beast, because so far she had shown both sides. “Whatever, don’t take it personal, mh?” She turned back around at Thal and smiled at him while patting his shoulder. The young female walked back over to her Lion who was standing 3 meters tall and 5 meters long and climbed onto his back, reaching one of her hands out to Marsun, if he felt like it he would take it.

HOWEVER SHE WAS BEING MAGICALLY INTERRUPTED.

Out of nowhere, a young Magican appeared and caused a scene. For some reason, the high and mighty Lord felt the need to tell them off as if they were little kids. Little did he know about Fanalis and their hot headed nature. Myra took a deep breath and looked up to him.  “Screw you, if you call that a fight. If it wasn’t for you retarded Magicans to find yourselfs better than others, seeing as in how you have to put your nose into shit that didn’t came out of your  own ass, I don’t see no reason to follow your words. And if it wasn’t for you, who think that you are better than others, for your stupidly strong wish to gain more and more knowledge, we would still live in our very own country, and no one would be a slave of yours. If you care so much about starving families, why don’t you come down here and feed me, as a slave I don’t have much to eat, drink or wear myself either, Lord Magican.” And with that, Zafar would turn around and walk away into a corner while Myra flipped her hair back and hissed at him. She would then sit down and point at Safiya, and Zafar walked over to the Fanalis Halfling, bumped into her so that she would land on his back and carry her over to his Mistress. Myra would then sit next to Marsun and in front of Myra and Zafar would be the line between them and Azix. "This corner is only for Fanalis! No Magicans allowed. You shall not pass!" She exclaimed at Azix and pouted at him before turning around and facing the wall so she didn't had to face the idiot Magican.

"A flying carpet. A magical wand. Fancy tricks. Of course it's a Magican you Idiot!" Myra would yell at Marsun after hearing him asking one stupid question after another. She shook her head in annoyance and looked away. However, after her little rant the Magican did something unexpected. Throwing a sack of money at her, the Fanalis wouldn't made the slightest movement, while the sack bumped against her chest and fell down to her feet. "Blood money." She was burning inside and wished to rip his stupid looking mask together with his head off, but she was smart enough to keep her mouth shut at moments like this eventhough she hated it. He told them about a ship that was loaded with Fanalis slaves, giving them the opportunity to free them. Myra blinked a few times and lowered her head. She sure cared for her fellow Fanalis, but she was also a very egoistic person. She would do it for the money, but that's it. After the Magican had disappeared, Myra would gently pat Thal's shoulder. "In two days is it then, same place and same time." She nodded at him before she took the sack of money and threw it at Marsun with a vicious grin on her lip. "How long has it been since you have last visited a brothel, mh?" She smacked her hand against his back to push him into a certain direction that would lead them into the red light district of Reim. Zafar followed them silently.

"Kyahahhahahahahahaha!" Myra bursted out in a hysterically laughter while slapping her hand against Marsun's back over and over again. He was being just as dorky and stupid as usually, and while Myra felt like somewhere, deep deep inside of him, a real man could be found. But finding him would eventually take another five years. Zafar nudged his nose against the back of his Mistress and Myra immediatly turned around to snuggle her pet and kiss his nose. "You can go home already. Go and get some sleep. Marsun and I will come home late tonight, so don't wait for us." With that, the Lion turned around and walked away while Myra would take Marsuns hand and pull him into the next club that was aviable. She pulled him over and threw him onto a couch. "Get that man a hooker and some wine!"