[Knightdaniru]

The palowockee sighed as he followed the trotting kuhna. He couldn't help but wonder why Knight had asked him to be the little kit's baby sitter. He had better things to do. Which yes, ment avoiding people and places where people might come. People might come  here. But he had agreed to watch the nightwalker.

Flashback
The Palowockee lay curled back in his corner of the cave. He was awake, just barely, and he could hear nothing but his music pounding in his ears. It was just the way he liked it. Such a wonderfully perfect day already.
Eyes closed, he felt something poke his shoulder. Looking up to see what it was, he saw Knight standing over him, one arm holding her adopted nightwalker, the other waking him up. "What...?" Casey groaned, shaking his head so his headphones fell back around his neck.
"Hi Casey!" Knight said, cheerfully and high pitched so it hurt his ears, causing him to wince. "I'm sorry to bug you, but I'm kinda doing something today, and it seems like everyone else is, too, so I can't find anyone! But thank goodness your here! Can you watch Simon today? I kinda don't like leaving him alone for so long."
The palowockee turned his gaze to the feline. He was both purring, and struggling to escape his 'mother's' grasp. Her arm was slightly bloodied where his claws had torn the skin in his futile atempts for freedom. And now he was trying to get to his kuhnanip mouse that had fallen from his mouth to the ground below him.
The palowockee should have said no, but 'ok' was the first answer that came into his head and out of his mouth.
End Flashback

So now here he was, playing babysitter to the little kuhna for the day. Knight had promiced she'd send someone out to take over for him if she found anyone, but so far no luck appearantly. And what had possessed the feline to drag him to this shrine of all places? How odd.

Simon trotted just ahead, ears facing backward, his mouse toy in his mouth. Occasionally he would accidently drop the toy, glare at it, bat it around a little, before picking it back up and continuing on. While this was a pretty steady, unchanging pattern, the feline seemed content. He wasn't crazily hyper at the time being, but not falling asleep either.
He was happy to come here away from the Meadow. The kuhna loved nothing more than to get out and explore. Plus he had heard old places like churches and shrines and whatnot had lots of old hidden passageways to explore. Nothing was more fun than a small, dark, tunnel.
What annoyed him was that Mother had insisted he have someone watch him. She was so paranoid that he would get hurt or attacked or something bad like that. She should know he could take care of himself. She claimed she did. She also claimed that it didn't stop her from worrying. Sheesh. It wasn't like he was a newborn anymore. And he was the best mouser around, could catch birds and such. Oh, yes. he was quite excellent at hunting. And there for he could take care of himself. Plus, how many creatures bothered trying to prey on a nightwalker. No, that wouldn't work on the preditors part. Most were smarter than to try, the kuhna knew.
But the palowockee was still here. Oh, well. He wanted out, he was out. Mother always said 'Beggers can't be choosers'. So he'd just have to have fun exploring with the palowockee.

[Knightdaniru]

After a while, the palo wockee put his headphones back over his ears. His music was set far louder than what was supposedly good for your ears, but he wasn't scared of going deaf. His mindset was that it couldn't happen to him. That little tidbit of information was as if from a far off galaxy. Loud music did nothing more to sheild you from the outside world.
Most of his species liked classical, slow stuff. He had to admit that he probably liked those best, but he in truth had no preference what so ever. Except rap, which was more like saying poetry with (maybe) some instramentals in the backgrounds, and thus was not music as far as he was conserned. To some people it might be, he supposed, but he didn't like it. Same with anyone who couldn't sing, which was classified from his own opionions on the artists. Other than that, he'd listen to anything and everything.
Casey was walking with his eyes closed now, only listening. Shouldn't be too much problem. They were only walking down a long, straight corridor right now. But he made the mistake of opening his eyes for a milisecond. Simon was sitting infront of him and yowled. Ha! The sound did not penitrate his music. So he walked on, eyes closed, and pretened he didn't notice a thing.

Simon watched irritated as the palowockee passed. Casey's sences had been disabled by his own music. Fine. The kuhna was not happy being ignored. No. The music shouldn't be drowning him out.
And he needed help. He had found this awesome old door that probably had something cool to explore behind it. But it was just a little jammed, and the little kuhna's weight could budge it. So he needed the Palowockee.
He yowled again. Loudly. Very loudly. The palowockee winced and looked back at him, both anger and surprise in his eyes. So he had penitrated the music. Perfect.
The kuhna smiled, and innocent expression. Oh, yes. Simon was a perfect angel. If anyone supposed otherwise then they didn't know what kuhna they were talking about.

[Knightdaniru]

Casey turned slowly to the kit. His music felt quiet in his ears after that kuhna's scream. The darn feline had almost made his ears bleed. Sighing with defeat, he shook his headset back around his neck. "What do you want?!" The cat was staring at him with an adourable, hopeful kitty smile. Ooh, Casey was going to kill the girl who put him to this job next time he saw her.

"I need help opening the door thing I found. I'm not quite strong enough." The feline asked, and motioned with one of his tails to the 'door thing' he was talking about. It was old, and looked like it hadn't been used in some time. That meant there were secrets, as well as many, many spiders to hunt behind those doors.

Casey had a different Idea about it. This place was still used, so if this door wasn't, it must mean it shouldn't. "Simon, I really don't think thats a good idea." He explained, as nicely as he could. His dull claws were flexing with annoyance. But this suggestion just got a glare from the kuhna.

[Knightdaniru]

So the kuhna wouldn't listen to reason? Ah well, why'd he haveta give a reason to say no anyways. He was in charge, so he could say no just if he wanted to. It was quite worth the kuhna's time to learn this. "No. Come on, lets keep walking. Lets find a door we're probably allowed to enter."

Casey walked on, and simon hopped up from where he was sitting, grabbed his mouse toy which lay at his paws, and trotted after the palowockee. No one can say no to him.
Eyes narrowed in a glare, Simon forsed himself to purr. Ever so sweet a sound, the purr was. Who could resist it? He rubbed against Casey's legs, purring, and purring, and looking oh so cute.

The feline had almost tripped casey as he walked. He bit his tongue not to swear, and was about to replace his headphones around his ears when the kuhna stopped purring and prancing and wrinkled his nose looking behind him.
Casey sniffed the air himself. His nose wasn't nearly as good as a kuhna's but something, some one was coming alright. "Who's there?"


The kurind looked up from where she was sniffing when she heard the call. Stepping out from behind the column where she had accidentally been hiding, she looked at her summoner. Oh, she knew these two. "Sorry if I spooked you," She said politely, "I was just looking around here. Master Nafarious heard there were some... Interesting creatures, so he told me to stop by here and see if I could find any before I went by the desert to check on his scouts."

"Nastusia?" Simon asked, his nose still wrinkled. So it was impolite to treat someone like that. According to Mother, that was, and she hardly followed any of the 'politeness rules' so why should he? Sure, this kirund looked decent. She had a few specs of ripped skin, and was missing a toe of a hind paw, but she wasn't completely zombie looking. But she smelled like rot. And she was Nafarious's loyal dog. Anyone who worked with that creep was of an iffy alligance.

[Knightdaniru]

Interesting creatures, huh? Casey had heard such things roamed in this area. But by the sounds of them, they were defiantly something one as twisted as Nafarious would look for. And the very fact that he was looking for them was quite worrisome.

"So... what are these creatures your looking for?" Simon piped up. His curiousity had caused him to get over his loathing of Nastusia. Interesting creatures sure did sound interesting. Maybe they would meet one. His tails twitched rapidly, more out of excitement then anything.

"Large creatures. The kind that live in nightmares who eat little kittens and can sneak them away right from their mommy's side." The kirund said quietly. Yes, yes. Dark creatures. The darker the better. That was what Master Nafarious liked by his side. Voids and evils and those who rotted while standing alive like her herself. Those who were too twisted to be afraid of death. No, no. One must not underestimate Master Nafarious. He looks so young and babyish, but he knows his plans and he knows how to make them happen.

Casey sighed. He knew the zombified creature was exagerating, trying to scare the kuhna, but he also knew what the kuhna was trying to ask. "Nastusia. What is the name of the creature you are looking for. What are they called?"

"No, no." She answered, cackling, which ended up sounding more like a unsteady growl. Couldn't tell a soul. Not a blessed soul. Not a cursed soul either, "Can't say. Can't tell my wish till it comes true or it won't. Won't ever. And we want it to come true, now don't we. Yes, yes."

Casey sighed. She was mentally ill or something. Then again, with her body only half alive, it made since that her brain was too. Figured.

[Knightdaniru]

Big, scary creatures. The kuhna's tail flicked all the harder. "That is so cool!" He exclaimed. Yes, not they would stay with Nastusia and look for them. Maybe they would befriend one and it would come live in the Meadow. He only wished Nastusia was sane enough to give them more of a description. But there was not hope for that.

Casey sighed as he saw the direction the wheels were turning in the Kuhna's mind. Oh, no. He really didn't want to stay with this half decayed, mentally unstable being. They would be searching for a nearly unknown creature that was probably not friendly. He sighed. "Simon, its probably about time to get back to the Meadow. Knight is probably back and looking for you."

Simon glared at the palowockee. Why should they go back. He could stay out all night if he wanted to. "No. We're gonna search for the creatures too."

"Yes, yes." Nastusia said. These two would be great companions. A young little kuhna may even be good bait. But it might not. Still the more who helped Master Nafarious, even if they didn't mean too, the better. "Come with me, come with me. And when we find one, I'll be off to the desert and out of your way."

[Knightdaniru]

Perfectly content that the other two would follow, the odd kirund trotted off, nose to the ground searching.

Simon stared after her, wondering if she could even smell anything besides her own rotting stench. However such a creature came to be was far beyond him. But after a minute or two he shrugged it off and followed close behind, his own nose to the groud. Not that he knew what he was sniffing around for. It would've helped to have more information.

Casey rolled his eyes and followed, head high. He was only here to watch the kit, 'cause thats what he said he'd do. This search was not what he came here for and not on the top of his to-do list. But what ever. While he must, he must.

[Knightdaniru]

The group of three entered a large santuary area. Casey wasn't quite sure where they were, but he didn't have a map of this place memorised, either. Truth be told, he was still wondering why the kuhna had dragged him here in the first place. He was in the back a fair ways by now, but the kuhna and the kirund never left his site. They were trotting side by side, noses on the ground. Entering the santuary, however caused a change in the kirund's pace as the large room sparked her interst in a way.

"No, no. This just won't do." The kirund said, approching the room. She was looking for a creature that surely liked the dark, liked to be in hiding. This room was big, open bright. No, no. They would have to go back, search harder. If that didn't work they would come back here and hope one of the other exits led to something suitable. With out warning, she whirled around and walked back the other way, head high.

"Wait! What's going on?" Simon explaimed, seeing the kirund turn around. She had done so randomly, saying something about this area not being any good. It was confusing, but he didn't care too much. At this point he was only along for the ride.

[Knightdaniru]

Walking, walking, retracing steps. The pace was faster now. No use sniffing where you've already been. But she had thought... A ha! An ancient door right here. Surely there'd be something hiding back there? Nastusia backed up and darted at the door, ramming it with the horns on her head. Not enough. This door was strong. And jammed. The kirund tried again. It shook a little, but no luck. She would need help. Her companions should do. Thats why she had brought them along, right? No, the kuhna was much to small and light. But the wockee...

Simon followed Nastusia right back to the door he had tried to get Casey to help him open. Wait... did she want it open for the search? That was why she was ramming it, right? So they would get to go in there and explore? Surely Casey wouldn't say no to going in there for the search! Nastusia was looking around now, squinting her eyes at him and Casey. What a whack. "Wockee!" She shouted after a minute.

Casey had just gotten his music back on, but not turned back to full volume. His head jolted up to meet Nastusia's eyes when she yelled. Her yells were more like screams in her screechy, growly voice. Banshee-like enough to scare anyone. Realising it was just her trying to summon him, he cursed under his breath. "What is it now?"
"Help!" Was the only answer she gave. The door. Figured.

[Knightdaniru]

"I really don't think we should..." Casey warned, standing his ground. Why wasn't the kirund there when he explained this. It would've made some since to her.
Instead of asking for a responce, however, she snarled and stepped closer. "You travel with me. You help." The kirund was not a plesent creature to have snarling at you, casey noted. The half decayed body was creepy enough. Not to mention they smelled of decay, and it was even more obvious on their breath. And then there was the sickly curved horns and the razor sharp teeth.

If Nastusia was to attack, Casey wouldn't win. That much was for sure. She was a hunter, a creature of battle. Casey was, well, the guy who stood back, observed with his eyes, and listened to his music. Simon was a hunter, so he had no problem with death. But Casey was nice, and had no reason to get attacked so violently. "No problem, Nastusia! I'll help!" the kuhna said, dropping his mouse toy and moving to slam his side against the door.

The kuhna would be no help, so the kirund changed her snarl to the little feline.  He would only get in the way. But she had seen the fear in the palowockee's eyes. "Fine." He sighed, "But if anything happens, you are to blame. Not me."
Yes, yes. This was good. The palowockee moved to the door and picked himself on his hind feet to try and hit the door with is forepaws. The second time, Nastusia made sure to be in time to ram the door beside him.
The forse broke it off it's hinges and the door fell in. The room was pitch black, blinding them even more by the dust that fluttered to the ground. Oh well. Not her falt it was so old it was so easily broken.