Trouble in Moonbrook #2

She panted as she ran, black paws digging into the dirt of the pathway as the pitch black panther darted behind a building. She could hear them behind her, the thudding of boots against packed earth loud in her ears.

“She went this way! Get the net!” “Damned half-breed…you didn’t say she could turn into a cat!”

She pinned herself against the building, shifting back to her elven form. That was close…..she quickly snuck inside, flipping a gold piece into the air with a smirk. Stealing the coin purse was far to easy.

“Ha! Idiots.”

( @smithandwestfall @galanordai-nightwind )

“Well well. Ain’t this the kid who been gettin’ our ‘recruits’ in trouble.”

“Aye, this is Smiths girl. Anyone whose a’ Smith is on our hit list.”

“Looks like we’re ‘boutta make some quick coin 'ere.”

Two men who were previously in the Alleyway could be heard from behind. The two men were full blooded, defias men. Their red bandanas tightly tied to their faces.

The Defias and Smith & Westfall had found themselves in a petty gang war. The Defias labeled their revival gang as 'Smiths’ and the Smiths labeled their rival 'Reds’. Mikey knew better than to put his company at risk, but where the company was brought up from, made it all the more clear as to why it couldn’t shake its gang roots.

'Smiths’ wore a blue bandana at the time.

She cursed under her breath, quickly running to hide as the Reds entered the building. She tried her best to remain silent, her amber eyes glowing as she rushed towards the front entrance. Mikey was going to kill her….he nearly did the last time she pulled a stunt like this.

Just as she was about to burst out the door, a man grabbed her bandana and yanked her back. She growled deeply, tugging to get free.

“Really? This is the Panther? She’s like what…eleven? You can’t be serious.”

“Aye, she’s been stealin’ from us for a week! Let’s get this over with, eh? Where this one is, Smith ain’t far behind.”

“Let me go!”

One of the men got down and squatted in front of her. He took out his blade and lightly ran it across her right cheek, drawing little to no blood.

“Watchu’ think we gown’ get for this one? Ain’t the Panther one of they kids?”

The other smacked him upside the head. “Idiot. If yer’ gonna’ kill ‘er, kill ‘er. You torture her, or do anythin’ else. They gown come lookin’ for -US- specifically.”

@emberwood 

Trouble in Moonbrook #2

She panted as she ran, black paws digging into the dirt of the pathway as the pitch black panther darted behind a building. She could hear them behind her, the thudding of boots against packed earth loud in her ears.

“She went this way! Get the net!” “Damned half-breed…you didn’t say she could turn into a cat!”

She pinned herself against the building, shifting back to her elven form. That was close…..she quickly snuck inside, flipping a gold piece into the air with a smirk. Stealing the coin purse was far to easy.

“Ha! Idiots.”

( @smithandwestfall @galanordai-nightwind )

"Well well. Ain't this the kid who been gettin' our 'recruits' in trouble."

"Aye, this is Smiths girl. Anyone whose a' Smith is on our hit list."

"Looks like we're 'boutta make some quick coin 'ere."

Two men who were previously in the Alleyway could be heard from behind. The two men were full blooded, defias men. Their red bandanas tightly tied to their faces.

The Defias and Smith & Westfall had found themselves in a petty gang war. The Defias labeled their revival gang as 'Smiths' and the Smiths labeled their rival 'Reds'. Mikey knew better than to put his company at risk, but where the company was brought up from, made it all the more clear as to why it couldn't shake its gang roots.

'Smiths' wore a blue bandana at the time.

“Trouble in Moonbrook #1″

—

The sun was slowly setting on Moonbrook, but was dusk began a few thugs, three exactly, found themselves the hal fbreed and knew she was Mikey’s kid.

They were lowlifes, Defias wanna-be’s. The three cornered the little girl in an alley way and began interrogating her.

“Where’s Mikey lil’ gurl? Ain’t he normally around to save ya’?” One of them said, he must’ve been the leader because out of the three of them he actually had a red-bandanna hanging from his belt.

@emberwood

“None if your business! Leave me alone!” She eyed the men up and down for a long moment, her back pinned to the wall of the alley.

They had showed up as she played in the fields, chasing a small frog back to a pond with a laugh. Three men looking for trouble. She did her best to outrun them but failed as they cornered her. She kicked out at the leader, hitting him square in the shin…He didn’t enjoy that to much..He quickly reached out and gripped her up by her hair.

“I asked ya a question, half-breed. Where’s Mikey?”

The other two men had their backs turned, unaware of their surroundings as they were too busy with their attention on the girl.

“Y’know what we do to lil’ girls who run away too far from home right?” The leader suggested, pulling at his belt buckle and grinning viciously.

But as the two men went to hold Charlie down there was a gun ‘CLICK’ behind them and then Mikey’s old and rough voice.

“And watchu’ gonna do, pal?” It was in fact Mikey. Holding one of the early versions of a S&W musket. The men stifled and turned to see Mikey. All but the leader in a daze of fear. 

She whimpered gently, her hair still in an iron grip. Her amber eyes flashed as she watched the men move to hold her down…then let out a sigh of relief. Mikey held the musket high, a cold look in his eyes. The leader gripped her tighter, holding her close to him as he turned to look at Mikey.

“There ya are. Figures the only way to get your attention was messin’ with your mutt of a kid. Gonna shoot with her so close?”

She fidgeted more and more, the action only making him yank her hair tighter. She yelped lightly, her eyes in Mikey the entire time. She was obviously scared but light be damned if she was going to let him see it!

“You’re in trouble now, Mister….Mikey’s gonna get ya.”

@galanordai-nightwind

Mikey’s eyes drooped downward, he wasn’t quite amused. He huffed a sigh out from the depth in his throat.

“If yer’ gonna’ ask me tha’ question, you don’t really know me, kid.” Mikey growled. Without even thinking he pulled the trigger, instantly killing one of the thugs, and when the other two charged, Mikey also didn’t waste anytime throwing the musket over his shoulder with the tight leather sling and pulled out two flintlocks from the holsters on his sides. 

There was a thunderous gunshot and both of the thugs instantly fell to the ground, squirming in pure shock and pain, before going limb and dying.

@emberwood

She flinched only lightly at the gunfire, her ears drooping as she looked away when blood spattered on her. With a shaky breath she rolled her shoulders, doing her best to hide the quiver of her lip…she was only 8 but this was something she had gone through all to often.

She eyed Mikey, her amber orbs reflecting in the sunlight just a little as she walked up to him. “I tried to run away, I’m sorry. They were really fast…”

Mikey rolled his eyes and put his flintlocks away. 

“Well run faster next time, eh’?” Mikey sounded like father of the year. He swallowed harshly and took out canteen, washing the fresh red ooze of the girl.

“See? Humans bleed too. Jus’ lot softer.” He smirked before making sure her hair looked decent, something Betsy always reminded him. 

@emberwood

She didn’t smile back, her small ears pinned to her head as he cleaned her off. She looked at the ground and sighed.

“Mikey…why do they come after me if they want you? Can’t they just go to the shop?” She voice sounded soft before glancing up at him as he fixed her hair.

“I don’t like it.”

Mikey gritted his teeth and sighed. 

“Jus’ some stuff you’ll learn when you get older, eh’? C’mon. Let’s getchu’ back to the shop. It’s gettin’ late.”

@emberwood

“Trouble in Moonbrook #1″

—

The sun was slowly setting on Moonbrook, but was dusk began a few thugs, three exactly, found themselves the hal fbreed and knew she was Mikey’s kid.

They were lowlifes, Defias wanna-be’s. The three cornered the little girl in an alley way and began interrogating her.

“Where’s Mikey lil’ gurl? Ain’t he normally around to save ya’?” One of them said, he must’ve been the leader because out of the three of them he actually had a red-bandanna hanging from his belt.

@emberwood

“None if your business! Leave me alone!” She eyed the men up and down for a long moment, her back pinned to the wall of the alley.

They had showed up as she played in the fields, chasing a small frog back to a pond with a laugh. Three men looking for trouble. She did her best to outrun them but failed as they cornered her. She kicked out at the leader, hitting him square in the shin…He didn’t enjoy that to much..He quickly reached out and gripped her up by her hair.

“I asked ya a question, half-breed. Where’s Mikey?”

The other two men had their backs turned, unaware of their surroundings as they were too busy with their attention on the girl.

“Y’know what we do to lil’ girls who run away too far from home right?” The leader suggested, pulling at his belt buckle and grinning viciously.

But as the two men went to hold Charlie down there was a gun ‘CLICK’ behind them and then Mikey’s old and rough voice.

“And watchu’ gonna do, pal?” It was in fact Mikey. Holding one of the early versions of a S&W musket. The men stifled and turned to see Mikey. All but the leader in a daze of fear. 

She whimpered gently, her hair still in an iron grip. Her amber eyes flashed as she watched the men move to hold her down…then let out a sigh of relief. Mikey held the musket high, a cold look in his eyes. The leader gripped her tighter, holding her close to him as he turned to look at Mikey.

“There ya are. Figures the only way to get your attention was messin’ with your mutt of a kid. Gonna shoot with her so close?”

She fidgeted more and more, the action only making him yank her hair tighter. She yelped lightly, her eyes in Mikey the entire time. She was obviously scared but light be damned if she was going to let him see it!

“You’re in trouble now, Mister….Mikey’s gonna get ya.”

@galanordai-nightwind

Mikey’s eyes drooped downward, he wasn’t quite amused. He huffed a sigh out from the depth in his throat.

“If yer’ gonna’ ask me tha’ question, you don’t really know me, kid.” Mikey growled. Without even thinking he pulled the trigger, instantly killing one of the thugs, and when the other two charged, Mikey also didn’t waste anytime throwing the musket over his shoulder with the tight leather sling and pulled out two flintlocks from the holsters on his sides. 

There was a thunderous gunshot and both of the thugs instantly fell to the ground, squirming in pure shock and pain, before going limb and dying.

@emberwood

She flinched only lightly at the gunfire, her ears drooping as she looked away when blood spattered on her. With a shaky breath she rolled her shoulders, doing her best to hide the quiver of her lip…she was only 8 but this was something she had gone through all to often.

She eyed Mikey, her amber orbs reflecting in the sunlight just a little as she walked up to him. “I tried to run away, I’m sorry. They were really fast…”

Mikey rolled his eyes and put his flintlocks away. 

“Well run faster next time, eh’?” Mikey sounded like father of the year. He swallowed harshly and took out canteen, washing the fresh red ooze of the girl.

“See? Humans bleed too. Jus’ lot softer.” He smirked before making sure her hair looked decent, something Betsy always reminded him. 

@emberwood

“Trouble in Moonbrook #1″

—

The sun was slowly setting on Moonbrook, but was dusk began a few thugs, three exactly, found themselves the hal fbreed and knew she was Mikey’s kid.

They were lowlifes, Defias wanna-be’s. The three cornered the little girl in an alley way and began interrogating her.

“Where’s Mikey lil’ gurl? Ain’t he normally around to save ya’?” One of them said, he must’ve been the leader because out of the three of them he actually had a red-bandanna hanging from his belt.

@emberwood

“None if your business! Leave me alone!” She eyed the men up and down for a long moment, her back pinned to the wall of the alley.

They had showed up as she played in the fields, chasing a small frog back to a pond with a laugh. Three men looking for trouble. She did her best to outrun them but failed as they cornered her. She kicked out at the leader, hitting him square in the shin…He didn’t enjoy that to much..He quickly reached out and gripped her up by her hair.

“I asked ya a question, half-breed. Where’s Mikey?”

The other two men had their backs turned, unaware of their surroundings as they were too busy with their attention on the girl.

“Y’know what we do to lil’ girls who run away too far from home right?” The leader suggested, pulling at his belt buckle and grinning viciously.

But as the two men went to hold Charlie down there was a gun ‘CLICK’ behind them and then Mikey’s old and rough voice.

“And watchu’ gonna do, pal?” It was in fact Mikey. Holding one of the early versions of a S&W musket. The men stifled and turned to see Mikey. All but the leader in a daze of fear. 

She whimpered gently, her hair still in an iron grip. Her amber eyes flashed as she watched the men move to hold her down…then let out a sigh of relief. Mikey held the musket high, a cold look in his eyes. The leader gripped her tighter, holding her close to him as he turned to look at Mikey.

“There ya are. Figures the only way to get your attention was messin’ with your mutt of a kid. Gonna shoot with her so close?”

She fidgeted more and more, the action only making him yank her hair tighter. She yelped lightly, her eyes in Mikey the entire time. She was obviously scared but light be damned if she was going to let him see it!

“You’re in trouble now, Mister….Mikey’s gonna get ya.”

@galanordai-nightwind

Mikey’s eyes drooped downward, he wasn’t quite amused. He huffed a sigh out from the depth in his throat.

“If yer’ gonna’ ask me tha’ question, you don’t really know me, kid.” Mikey growled. Without even thinking he pulled the trigger, instantly killing one of the thugs, and when the other two charged, Mikey also didn’t waste anytime throwing the musket over his shoulder with the tight leather sling and pulled out two flintlocks from the holsters on his sides. 

There was a thunderous gunshot and both of the thugs instantly fell to the ground, squirming in pure shock and pain, before going limb and dying.

@emberwood

“Digging Graves” Pt. 2

— The gun shot went off, flickering through the window as Mikey’s old form came bursting through the air, hinges flying over hitting the wall on the otherside of the room, screaming..

“Gala!” 

Blood flashed against the otherside of the one ceiling. Purple blood.

Mikey caught Gala’s form in his arm as he fell from the stool he was sitting in. His arm glowing a bright purple, before the glimmering slowly started to fade.

“Gala–Gods!” Mikey at a lost for words began to favor shouting instead of gasping for air. His face turning a deep red and his form slowly starting to rock with Gala’s limp body in his hands, purple ooze gushing onto Mikey’s torso. Tears swelling up in the old mans eyes.

“Nng- FUCK! ~ Charlie…!” Mikey mustered out, shouting at the busted down door for the young girl down stairs.

@emberwood 

At the sound of a gunshot she was already half way up the stairs, her ears perked high. She rushed into the room, freezing at the blood on the ceiling and the elf in Mikey’s arms. No…no no no..he wouldn’t…

“Gala….GALA! MIKEY WHAT HAPPENED?!” She rushed to the mans side, her voice breaking as her hands began to grow a brilliant green. She held Gala’s head, trying with everything she could to heal him. Something tugged at the back of her mind, a small voice screaming that it was to late to heal him…but she ignored it.

Tears streamed down her face as she tried over and over to fix him. He couldn’t die…he was Nightwind! The best sniper on Azeroth, the man she looked up to more then anyone…her savior…

“Charlie…stop. Stop…STOP GURL! It’s to late….” Mikey’s words barely reached her as she let her blood covered hands drop to the floor.

“Gala…you fucking…uhg..” She closed her eyes and pursed her lips, letting her tears fall in her lap.

Gala’s body laid still. Mikey sluggishly picked himself up and attempted to get Charlie off the ground and guide her to the door. “Stay right here..” He whispered into her ear as she gripped her arms tight. 

Mikey walked over to hid old friend who laid dead before him and picked him up. He did his best but would hope Charlie would help carry him outside to a nearby tree behind the store.

“Trouble in Moonbrook #1″

—

The sun was slowly setting on Moonbrook, but was dusk began a few thugs, three exactly, found themselves the hal fbreed and knew she was Mikey’s kid.

They were lowlifes, Defias wanna-be’s. The three cornered the little girl in an alley way and began interrogating her.

“Where’s Mikey lil’ gurl? Ain’t he normally around to save ya’?” One of them said, he must’ve been the leader because out of the three of them he actually had a red-bandanna hanging from his belt.

@emberwood

“None if your business! Leave me alone!” She eyed the men up and down for a long moment, her back pinned to the wall of the alley.

They had showed up as she played in the fields, chasing a small frog back to a pond with a laugh. Three men looking for trouble. She did her best to outrun them but failed as they cornered her. She kicked out at the leader, hitting him square in the shin…He didn’t enjoy that to much..He quickly reached out and gripped her up by her hair.

“I asked ya a question, half-breed. Where’s Mikey?”

The other two men had their backs turned, unaware of their surroundings as they were too busy with their attention on the girl.

“Y’know what we do to lil’ girls who run away too far from home right?” The leader suggested, pulling at his belt buckle and grinning viciously.

But as the two men went to hold Charlie down there was a gun ‘CLICK’ behind them and then Mikey’s old and rough voice.

“And watchu’ gonna do, pal?” It was in fact Mikey. Holding one of the early versions of a S&W musket. The men stifled and turned to see Mikey. All but the leader in a daze of fear. 

“A Child--?” “No. A Girl.”

Galanordai and Mikey conversed in a different room, nearly shouting during an argument about the young girl Galanordai brought home.

“Her Father’s dead. You help take care of Olivia. You can help take care of Her too.” Galanordai’s voice was furious.

“When are you going to learn it was for a friend, Gala. The Spademen was a’ childhood friend. Ion’ even know that girl or where she frum.” Mikey looked through the crack of the door and closed it shut.

—

Betsy ran her fingers through the girl’s hair as she was placed on the bed.

“What’s your name, Baby Doll?” Betsy’s tone was tender.

—

@emberwood

She whimpered lightly at the yelling, clinging to Betsy. She had traveled two days with Gala…and only now did she hear of her father again. He wasn’t sleeping…she knew this now…Small tears began to fall as she started to cry again.

“Ch-Charlie…My names Charlie…Why are they yelling? I’ve been good, honest….”

She was scared…and lonely despite the house she had been taken to. Gala had carefully carried her most of the journey, hiding her from the glares and stares the small halfling recieved as they waited on the boats from Auburdine. She was in awe at the sight of Stormwind and then Westfall, the small town of Moonbrook holding her attention the longest….but she just wanted to go home. She looked up to Betsy and sniffled, her amber eyes reflective in the candle light.

“When can I go home..?”

@smithandwestfall

Betsy’s sighed, she slowly held the girl to her chest. This was never easy. Telling the orphans who made their way to Moonbrook was a tasking job. 

“You gown’ be stayin’ here wit’ us. Gala, Mr. Flint, n’ I gonna’ take gud’ care you.” Betsy’s eyes were also tender while she looked down at the little girl.

She was silent now, her ear twitching lightly as she let Betsy hold her. She listened closely to the conversation in the other room, sniffling every so often.

She was going to stay here now? With humans? Her amber eyes scanned the room for a long moment before she wiggled out if Betsy’s grip to go and peek out the door.

Gala looked at the little girl as she peeked in. Not before long Mikey opened the door, ending their conversation he stared down at Charlie and squatted down to her level.

“I guess uh–.” Mikey looked behind him to Gala. Who stared furiously at him and nodded.

“Guess yer’ stayin’ at the ol’ S&W shop, eh’? Gala said your names Charlie. Ain’t that right?”

She eyed the human up and down for a moment, reaching out to tug on his ears. With a furrowed brow she glanced back at Gala. She nodded at Mikey then, still looking rather scared.

“Yes….My names Charleena Emberwood. My daddys a druid…the other elves don’t like me much….but Charlie is fine. Its what daddy calls me.”

She sniffled again, fighting back more tears as she clung to the door frame.

Mikey chuckled as she rubbed his ears. He didn’t know how to react. He wasn’t a father figure, or atleast that’s what it felt like. He might’ve been there for Olivia every now and then but he still knew he had some obligation now that she was here under his roof.

“I -- Uh.” He could see she was about to cry. He looked over her should to Betsy who clasped her hands in front of her mouth and had shaky eyes, hoping Mikey would do the right thing.

Mikey hugged her tightly and closed his eyes. “Sssh.. yer’ safe now, little girl. Your safe.”

“A Child--?” “No. A Girl.”

Galanordai and Mikey conversed in a different room, nearly shouting during an argument about the young girl Galanordai brought home.

“Her Father’s dead. You help take care of Olivia. You can help take care of Her too.” Galanordai’s voice was furious.

“When are you going to learn it was for a friend, Gala. The Spademen was a’ childhood friend. Ion’ even know that girl or where she frum.” Mikey looked through the crack of the door and closed it shut.

—

Betsy ran her fingers through the girl’s hair as she was placed on the bed.

“What’s your name, Baby Doll?” Betsy’s tone was tender.

—

@emberwood

She whimpered lightly at the yelling, clinging to Betsy. She had traveled two days with Gala…and only now did she hear of her father again. He wasn’t sleeping…she knew this now…Small tears began to fall as she started to cry again.

“Ch-Charlie…My names Charlie…Why are they yelling? I’ve been good, honest….”

She was scared…and lonely despite the house she had been taken to. Gala had carefully carried her most of the journey, hiding her from the glares and stares the small halfling recieved as they waited on the boats from Auburdine. She was in awe at the sight of Stormwind and then Westfall, the small town of Moonbrook holding her attention the longest….but she just wanted to go home. She looked up to Betsy and sniffled, her amber eyes reflective in the candle light.

“When can I go home..?”

@smithandwestfall

Betsy’s sighed, she slowly held the girl to her chest. This was never easy. Telling the orphans who made their way to Moonbrook was a tasking job. 

“You gown’ be stayin’ here wit’ us. Gala, Mr. Flint, n’ I gonna’ take gud’ care you.” Betsy’s eyes were also tender while she looked down at the little girl.

She was silent now, her ear twitching lightly as she let Betsy hold her. She listened closely to the conversation in the other room, sniffling every so often.

She was going to stay here now? With humans? Her amber eyes scanned the room for a long moment before she wiggled out if Betsy’s grip to go and peek out the door.

Gala looked at the little girl as she peeked in. Not before long Mikey opened the door, ending their conversation he stared down at Charlie and squatted down to her level.

“I guess uh--.” Mikey looked behind him to Gala. Who stared furiously at him and nodded.

“Guess yer’ stayin’ at the ol’ S&W shop, eh’? Gala said your names Charlie. Ain’t that right?”