928/The Chain of Loyalty

The Chain of Loyalty
Date of Scene:	13 June 2017
Location:	Unknown
Synopsis:	Summary needed
Cast of Characters:	Tygra, 336, 283

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Tygra has posed:
Pumyra hasn't exactly been held captive since her discovery. The Thundercats have just been watchful and shes felt eyes upon her. Ro-Bears, the T-Cats when around and Snarfs. The Cat's Lair is not an uninhabited place, it very much resembles a small portion of New Thundera, the world they escaped.

Tygra struts down through the front courtyard with his hands behind his back, he has yet to speak to Pumyra. The tiger striped warrrior pausing just a few feet away, a huff noise escaping him, "Enjoying the garden, spy?" It's dark out on Earth. The chirping of native birds can be heard beyond the walls in addition to what few creatures alien yet home here within the compound.

Pumyra (336) has posed:

Pumyra spent the first days sequestered while some bockered, others said nothing, and remnants stared.

Pumyra had been wounded mortally, if she was /mortal/, it would have counted. Those of her ilk are far more hearty and she spent her time in silence. Even as questions came, rattling and soul-(un)settling barrages hit deeper then buckshot ever could, Pumyra remains focused and healing, refusing any aid form others since conciousness has been gained.

Eventually she wanders the grounds, and when she finds the garden some flora is gathered, made a poultice of and salved beneath the bandages. Avoidance and some form a //peace// came relatively easy with white noise in the form of voices...

Until a foreign one came, a single ear falling back in a flick, almost portraying annoyance as she is knelt among a patch of tall grass, fingers sweeping ver the small birth of new plant-life. "Yes, I have plenty to report back about the tiny castle claimed and the oh-so-vast landscape of flora and fauna," A prancey gesture with a roll of eyes, matched by ears' flick and a draw of upper lip. "The food sucks."

Tygra has posed:
"You know none of this matters. The Sword of Omens is all Mumm-Ra would be after here. But why? He has already defeated us." Tygra bites back. His arms folding up over his chest. "You can be sarcastic all you want but there is no reason for you to be here. Why would you leave New Thundera? Your /master/ has corrupted it, destroyed everything that was sacred there and enslaved everyone. What could you possibly want?" Harsh words, vicious from the likes of Tygra and they sound a lot like him when he was younger, not the aged and wise one he is trying to cultivate most days. Most days.

Pumyra (336) has posed:

Shouders tense at his words and the gestures Pumyra was moving in cease, her palms splayed over the plants slowly drawing back to place between crouched legs where that cloth descends between, matching the tattered wrap of her Old Thunderan attire that now seems far more war-torn and ragged then it once was. Old... Mummi---

"And you still know and understand so little." A pause and Pumyra does not even look back at him as she pushes to a stand with her back to Tygra. "I belong here as much as the rest of you." Leaving it at that, now she finally looks his way over the slope of fawn colored shoulder.

WilyKat (283) has posed:
"Why? Because you helped cause all of this?" It's WilyKat's voice, though it may still be odd hearing it deeper than before.

"Why? Because you held a grudge you couldn't let go of and helped our worst enemy take over our home, our world?" He'd heard Pumyra was allowed to roam.

"Why? Because you chose to be a traitor?" The Thundercat, now older yet still younger - with his sister - than the others, moves in a few steps to further join the pair, glancing toward Tygra with a cold look following back to the woman.

"Why? Because now you have nothing else and we're all that's left?" There's a chance Kat's in danger of holding a grudge as well, but one could understand how, in this moment, he might be justified.

Tygra has posed:
"You turned your back on Thunderians, being a Thundercat is not a right it is a priviledge, Pumyra." Tygra says, as WilyKat steps forth and starts in as well the Tiger finds himself easing off a little not wanting to bully the woman despite his irritations.

"We are what stands between Mumm-Ra and this world now. Between Mumm-Ra and Lion-O. You are from all memory, appearances and allegiance Mumm-Ra. You have to understand this. You've given us nothing to show you've changed other than... keeping to yourself and saying we know nothing. Make us understand then. Why are you here now?"
A chuff noise is heard to their left, on of the long eared skinny bodied Chib-Chibs is walking out of it's enclosure to stride over to Pumyra, bumping its nose in to her. Trying to bite at a leaf she is standing nearby or touching.
Tygra wrinkles his nose at the display. Half expecting it to fall over dead from the touch of the cold Puma tribe warrioress. "Your people were healers, Pumyra... I think even the Chib-Chib knows that. What happened to /you/?"

Pumyra (336) has posed:

A light //chuff// as they bth assaut her simultaneously, an echo of words although one is broken by age, the other **aged**. "How do you speak when you feel outspoken?" Amer eyes turn from one to -both-, pupils narrowing to slits.

"I did not fire the first blast. I did not bury myself beneath war I sought to save people from. You speak of a grudge while you hold one. I chose who saved me!" A simple pivot upn the ball of bare foot partialy wrapped by the gauzy fabric of papyrii bandaging, lips peeled back in a challenge to Kat in his words that seem "so brilliant" and yet can be return-fired!

Mic-Drop... But only upon the nose of a Chib that releases all tension in the simple nuzzle.

A slow blink and Pumyra is looking upon the creature with a subtle shift of demeanor and stance that brings her back to a crouch. She has not seen a chib in //ages//... it seems. The leaf is plucked for the Chib and her focus seems derailed for the moment.

"You turned your backs on me and ran. I can hold a grudge just like **you** can." Answer given, the other questions ignored as she turns her back on them to simply //be// whateveritis, she **is**.

WilyKat (283) has posed:
WilyKat is not yet ready to give up the hostile attitude. Maybe at some point, but when you look at how long it /feels/ like it's been since they fled their world and factor in what he looks like now, it's not really a significant amount of time.

"It doesn't matter who did this or who didn't do that. What matters is who you helped. You /spied/ on us for /him!/ We could have beaten Mumm-Ra and rebuilt our home, but instead we might not even have a home to go back to! Mama's probably dead! My little brother and sister are probably dead! They might not have even had the chance to grow up, and even if they did they might be slaves!"

He isn't backing down from whatever challenging looks or words Pumyra's giving back to him, pointing a claw of accusation toward her. "You're here, and that automatically leaves you better off than what we had to run from. But why /are/ you here? Did he send you after us again? Did he decide you were worthless after all? Are you trying to fool us again, or actually try to make up for what you did, if you even can?"

In spite of her moment with the Chib, might a catfight be imminent? Kat's tail is starting to puff up.

Tygra has posed:
"That... " Tygra doesn't have much to say about what happened to Pumyra on Thundera and after. How she came to Mumm-Ra's clutches because he doesn't even know the full story. It is clear she harbors a lot of anger towards them, his suddenly feels insignificant compared to the two, he was betrayed yes but in this betrayel he hasn't lost loved ones. He didn't turn his back on anyone.

Tygra frowns and looks between the two, "Its irrelevant.. for now, hes right, all the hurt is not going to be cured at this moment in time. The fear of further betrayel is still looming. We can't trust you but you can at least give us something to work with, show us you're not just here to cause more pain and hardship."
A hand rests on WIlyKat's shoulder. "Ease up, Kat. Violence right now will solve nothing as satisfying as it may sound, she is wounded still and you are a Thundercat." He emphasises that last word, looking at her. "Give us something Pumyra. Anything.

The tension causes the Chib-Chib to skirt sideways and gallop back to it's habitat away from the Thunderians.

Pumyra (336) has posed:

There is a pause, like the pregnant billow of a cloud harboring a storm. Her chest wrapped in the same woven bandages as those around feet //heaves// in a few quick swallows of breath and...

... The Chib leaves...

Her back to the two it should -not- be to, remains as she watches it go, but she was not being vile, angered, or riled... But she suffered the consequence of it... Again! A burst of a growl, a pivot upon a single foot and her height is come to full, the mane of tawn ombre'd to ivory at the tips flares around her shoulders that are squared while fingers clench into palms in a manner that burrows claws into flesh.

//Fuck// her wound!

"//It doesn't matter who did this or who didn't do that..!//" A tilt of her head as her voice -cracks- even if in mimic of Kat's own or the emotions dwelled in the backdrop they now prodded forth after a couple weeks of silence.

"We all had people we loved back there. I was supposed to be one of them and there I sat, watching...!"

A clip of teeth but she does not draw closer, no, she takes steps back from them.

"Slavery? Don't speak of it like you know it while you age in you 'New Thundera' beneath the grip of..." A log slide of that burning amber gaze along Tygra's planted arm.

"I'm **here**, with //you//. **I** am not worthless, I at least know my place in it all. Try it on for size, Kat."

Now Tygra gets the blazing tracer of her gaze, narrowed, but not in fight, in defense, same as her posture. "i cannot give anyone anything they are not willing to accept. I aready gave my life and years after. Ask me again when I feel like I have anything to give at all."

The pah the Chib fled down is what Pumyra follows then.

WilyKat (283) has posed:
Everyone's wounded, just in different ways. Tygra will feel in WilyKat a very tense, wound-up young man, his emotions raw and laid bare for the tiger and the puma. "I'm fine," is the falsehood he attempts to get Tygra to believe, but he wouldn't be this bristly if things really were all right.

Surely he agrees with Tygra's talk of the prospect of further betrayal and a lack of trust, but her reaction doesn't help. With Pumyra facing them again, he's not the one backing down, not the one looking away to break eye contact. "And what /is/ your place?" he asks of her, no less of an edge to his words than before, but they remain only that for now: words.

With her turning away again to put some distance between them, he growls under his breath. "You're the one who helped Mumm-Ra, not us. If you want us to accept you, you're the one who has to be the first one to try, not us. We still don't even know why you're here." Whether he ends up simply talking to her back or there's more to come of it, he couldn't know yet. Would his sister have helped keep him more calm had she been here right now with him? There's really no way of knowing.

Tygra has posed:
Tygra finds his diplomatic abilities to question right now. His annoyances at Pumyra still too strong and his conscience seeking out others, Claudus, Jaga even Panthro and Lion-O. How would they react right now. An exhale and he watches as Pumyra starts to walk off, perhaps best to leave her to her devices. "Just, when you're ready to prove you're a Thunderian again, don't let us stop you. We'll be happy to see any kind of effort at all."

A look given to WilyKat, Tygra knows hes not okay but hes finding words failing him right now. He strides the opposite of the Puma-woman, letting them have some distance as he goes to find the Dojo. A place where he can center and then wallop the crap out of something.