The above oc has been kidnapped

Having been send on a mission to spy on a group of humans, Megido spotted an opportunity to infiltrate the warehouse they were guarding. Once inside, she began looking around, taking pictures while avoiding guards, until she came across a bound horse. Questioning the need for an animal to be tied up, she went over to examine her. “You are no ordinary horse, are you?”, the fairy whispered after noticing the changeling’s wings, “hold still for a second, I will cut through those restrains.”

Once the changeling was freed, she immediately sprang up, eager to exact her revenge on her captors. “Please calm down, there are too many of them to fight in your current condition,” Megido explained, trying to get Mystery to quiet down, “For now, we should focus on getting out of here, if you want revenge, you can return here later, after you have recovered.”

Introducing herself, the fairy said, “My name is Megido. May I know your name?... Mystery, that is a nice name. It is a pleasure to make your acquaintance.” Still trying to keep the changeling to calm down, she asked, “I have seen pegasi before, but never one like you. Where are you from? Are there others like you?”

Having pacified Mystery a little, Megido now had to come up with a plan to escape. “Let’s see,” Megido said while considering her options. “You know, among us fire fairies, there is a saying: When in doubt, set fire. Usually not the best idea, but right now, I think a fire could serve as an adequate diversion. So, here is the plan, I will use my magic to cause a small explosion at the far side of this warehouse, and when the humans outside rush over to extinguish the flames, we slip out.”

“Stay here for a second, I will be right back,” Megido said, before going to the far end of the building to prepare her spell. While away from Mystery, she also pulled out her submachinegun, and checked if it was loaded properly. She’d prefer not to use it, even if the changeling would prefer a more violent solution. But if her plan didn’t work out, she’d still be prepared.

After returning to the changeling, Megido set of her spell, and the surrounding humans were suddenly startled by a loud explosion. After waiting for a moment, allowing the humans to find the source of the explosion, Megido said, “Let’s go, just stay close to me,” and led Mystery to safety.

Thankfully there was a group of choir ladies that happened to be walking by and spotted the situation! They all turned their heads at the same time and placed their hands on their cheeks. But unfortunately they did not intervene at all! Just seemed to be looking! One of them started to tap her foot, making a beat. Another starts to make some kind of maraca noise with her mouth, adding much needed percussion. "Doo... Doo... Do... Doo... Ahhhh..." They start to sing in unison. Then what seems like the main lead singer steps out and sings! " Where have all the good men gone..."
The bad guy was quite taken back by this group of choir that just started to sing. He turns around 360 looking around. Seeing if this was some kind of joke or was this really happening? He has had it! Enough with this funky shit! He was ready to take the Queen’s assistant and carry her away into the dark of the night! Then! The lead choir shouts, singing dramatically! "She needs a hero!" All pointing at Megido theatrically.
Just then the back alley door swings open! White smoke coming out, and a figure standing there. The choir ladies… “OOoohhhhhh” Singing in Unison, covering their cheeks. Ohhh it was so theatrical!
Once the smoke cleared, the figure had his back turned. Then… The figure does a spin dance and faces the badguy! It was SiLk! The bad guy super confused at this point… SiLk slowly danced walk to the beat the choir, making his way towards the bad guy. The bad guy quite spooked now, looks for an escape route… No… He must fight this weird ninja now… The bad guy smashes the alcohol bottle he previously used on Medigo, exposing the sharp pointy ends. Meanwhile the choir ladies still singing dramatically in the back. "She's holding out for a hero 'till the end of the night"
Once SiLk was in striking distance the badguy changed his mind. Nope, the baad guy wasn’t going to be doing this today. And just shoves Medigo towards SiLk and makes a break for it!

SiLk catches her in his arm and looks into her eyes. He forces making a low voice, trying his best to sound super macho, "Don't worry my dare. The Queen has sent me here to come to save you!" Whips his hair back dramatically. Then puts her back on her feet. Then goes back to using his regular voice, "Um... So I hear you can enhance weapons and know a lot about mechanics of sorts? Do you think you can show me a few things? Because I'm kind of into that kind of things too!"
While the choir ladies finishes their song and slowly walks away into the night.

Talyn was a bit upset regarding to current situation. She’d just made a very long and arduous trip following a tip for a illegal smuggler who had a habit for hunting and selling rare beasts. The bounty itself was hefty and would be enough for Talyn to live off of for months. Or would’ve been if the trail this man and his lackeys was still warm. Instead, it seemed the smuggler was king gone and with it, her money.

Talyn had taken to the mountain trails, perhaps in a slim hope that she could pick up the trail.

Fletcher snorts, the horse's head jerking back as he slows, something incredibly uncommon for such a well-trained horse. As they crest over the hill, Talyn sees them. The smuggler and a few of his lackeys have a spider-like woman under their net, struggling to hold her down and tying the net off to some trees. Talyn suppresses a shudder at the many legs, the memory of a similar creature still somewhat fresh in her mind. Regardless of her reservations about such a being, she still needs to bring the man in... even if it means getting close.

Clicking slightly to her horse, the two slow into a silent gait, Fletcher’s hoof beats quieter as if trying to tiptoe. Talyn pulls a short bow from the saddle, and taking a breath as she sets the arrow, she leases it wasting little time watching and instead Grabung another and firing. The first hits one of the man’s lackeys, the man gurgling weakly past the air in his throat as he drops. The second, though not as deadly as the first, strike the second lackey the force of it burying the arrow deep into his mostly unprotected chest, his pained shout drawing the attention of the smuggler.

The smuggler’s eyes widen as Talyn pushes Fletcher into a gallop, a longsword being drawn from its sheath as she advances. With a quick swipe of her blade and his hand, which had gone to the axe at his side, falls to the forest floor in a bloodied mess. The smuggler let’s put a pained scream, his legs buckling underneath him as Talyn dismounts from her steed. Casting a sidelong glance to the spider woman under the net, she shakes her head slightly and returns her attention to the smuggler writhing on the ground.

“Why you b*tch! I- I kill ya for that! Damn you!” He spits, a bloody gob of spittle flying from him to the ground in front of Talyn. With a slight grunt, Talyn kicks the man hard and grabs him by the collar, yanking him up to eye level.

“Really? You’re going to kill me? Last I checked, I have one more hand than you do and I’m not some stupid bumbling Buffon who dared to cross the duke.” She snorts, sheathing her long blade carefully and drawing a thin knife from an unseen place. Its sliver blade with runes running down the sides flickers menacingly in the man’s face and for a moment slight recognition flickers in his eyes.

Without any hesitation or time to process, she plunges the knife into the man’s chest, his agonized cries getting louder for a moment and she slices a circular shape in his chest before withdrawing the blade, completely clean of blood. No blood blooms from the man’s chest rather a large purple bruise where his heart is, begins to grow as life fades from his body. Talyn sighs and lifts the man up onto her horse, preparing to take him back to the duke.

 Once she gets the body secured she glances at the spider woman under the net. She quickly walks over to the ropes securing the nets and cuts them with her long sword. Once she finishes, she jogs back to Fletcher and hops on his back, and looks directly at the woman.

“Hmm, I’d like to not cause any trouble, but you’re welcome to do what you like with those two.” She gestures at the dying men before continuing. “But I’ll be taking this one with me. I have a job to do and I intend to finish it.” Talyn rests her longsword against her shoulder, resting there for a moment, her eyes watching the other woman carefully as she takes a moment to catch her breath. Regardless if anything unfavorable happened... she could get away if she needed. Probably.

It was mighty suspicious. Caelestis couldn't help but think such a thought as he noticed some very shady looking folks lead someone into a similarly shady building. Perhaps it wasn't the smartest idea, but it surely wasn't something he would simply ignore either, and he cautiously followed a short ways after them.

The first room after opening the door—which surprisingly hadn't been locked—was fortunately empty, as were the other rooms on the floor. The final door he opened appeared to lead down into what could only supposedly be a rather eerie basement. With one quiet step after another, Caelestis ventured down the rough concrete stairs, forming a dagger for each hand all the while. To not expect a fight at this point would be foolish, after all.

Once finishing the descent, he was met with a dimly lit, spacious room. Several of the men he had caught a glimpse of earlier were gathered around, quietly debating something he couldn't quite hear. Something about an experiment, and a sacrifice? No matter, as he snuck behind one of them, still unknowing of his presence and conveniently facing away, and the man soon fell from a swift stab to the heart, with chaos then ensuing. Caelestis wasted no time moving on to the nearest enemy, but this type of situation truly wasn't the most ideal and he internally lamented just what he'd gotten himself into. 

When the farthest goon took out a gun—frustratingly difficult to dodge and far too easily fatal—Caelestis could barely let out a sigh amidst the slashing, kicking, and dodging, wondering whether he would even manage to make it through this. He hadn't been in this world for long enough to develop much defense at all, and his body was currently just about as, if not less durable than the average human body. It was then that the captive he had been attempting to save leapt into action, lunging at the armed man and knocking him into the floor with a thud, the gun skittering out of his hands. Relief seeped throughout Caelestis, and he made note to thank her later, having nearly forgotten about her presence entirely amidst the action. After making her first move, Andrea continued helping with the fight wherever she could, biting and clawing at anyone who met her way.

Once the enemies were thoroughly dealt with—a bit of a bloody scene, but nothing overly gruesome fortunately—Caelestis turned to Andrea, still attempting to catch his breath, but speaking nonetheless. "Are you alright? I have little clue as to what they were planning, but I do assume it mustn't have been anything good." Now that things had calmed down, he was finally able to get a good look at her. An animal hybrid of sorts, it seemed. Perhaps there was a relation as to why those men were after her, or perhaps there wasn't. He supposed he would never know for sure. "You certainly saved me there, by the way," he commented. "You have my thanks. And, I do think it would likely be best to leave now." Reinforcements were always a possibility to consider, and this wasn't the most pleasant place regardless.

At the sudden unusual noises outside and resulting reaction of the guards inside, Caelestis was finally wide awake. As several of them left the building as a result, he began listening intently for any clue as to what might have been going on outside. A savior, he could only assume? Whether intentionally or not, it was a relief nonetheless. When it was Wraith that soon entered the building, Caelestis was able to catch a vague glimpse of him from his position, and he had to hold back the urge to react too noticeably, feeling touched that the shifter had gone out of his way to help him. Although again, it could all just have been a convenient coincidence, he reminded himself—but somehow he had a feeling it wasn't.

As the guards were efficiently taken down one after another, he couldn't help feeling very impressed. He'd figured Wraith likely held some extent of skill in such a regard with how carefully and cautiously he carried himself, but hadn't quite expected to this extent. It was very similar to Caelestis' own preferred technique, and that only furthered his appreciation for the man's skill. He always felt a sense of satisfaction in the process himself, and it seemed observing it brought forth a similar feeling. The one falling right before him was a bit startling though, and he flinched slightly as the body landed. Well, as much as he could, at least.

Eventually Wraith approached the final guard, and Caelestis perhaps enjoyed the expression on the shifter's face a bit too much. Threatening and intimidating, but all he could think about was how much of a pity it was he likely wouldn't be able to ever see it directed towards himself without somehow ruining their relationship entirely. Which he wouldn't want, having already grown far too attached to the man.

The release from the ropes was a relief, but didn't end up changing much in the end, with how he was still frustratingly immobile regardless. Fortunately, it was indeed only his limbs that were affected, and he could still at least vocalize his thoughts, even without many of the typical bodily mannerisms that would go along with it. With the limpness of his arms and his lack of movement even after being untied, it was fairly clear what Caelestis' body was conveying. "Oh, I can't move anyway… Some sort of paralysis drug I believe," he pointed out with a soft chuckle.

Soon, the final guard was dealt with, and Wraith then proceeded to haul Caelestis up into a... fireman's carry. Nothing truly odd about it, aside from the fact that it was not very romantic in the slightest. The all too romantic celestial had no choice but to reluctantly accept the fact as the shifter rushed away in this manner. As much as he wanted to begin chattering on with praise and heartfelt thanks, it didn't seem the best time to do so while Wraith was sprinting out of the area and weaving to and fro through the city.

Eventually, Wraith stopped at an abandoned building, and judging from the few contents within it, quite possibly his home. Caelestis felt it was a great pity if so, to live in such a glum place... As the other laid him down and sat down nearby to begin partially undressing, he felt tempted to make a few flirtatious comments, but held back when he figured it probably wasn't the most appropriate timing. The man was injured after all—as a result of helping him, nonetheless. Do try to have a bit of self-control, please. He mentally scolded himself.

The scars were unsurprising at this point, considering the appearance of Wraith's panther form, but it did feel a bit different seeing them in the current manner. "You were amazing there, by the way. A gallant rescue, if I have ever seen one," he finally said with a carefree smile, looking away in an attempt to show some consideration. He had a feeling they likely weren't the type of scars to feel proud of, after all. "I'd have been swooning, if I were able."

Now that his limbs were free and the excitement was over however, it turned out not being able to move regardless was… very annoying. A helplessness that he did not at all enjoy, and he could only attempt to entertain the urge by absentmindedly fiddling with his golden leaves in the shadows behind him. They could have potentially been of use before, but the rope was fairly clearly far too strong of a material for there to be much point in attempting to saw through with them. As of currently, there were merely two thin vines with leaves on each end tapping against each other as if in a pretend sword fight, or something of the like. A silly thing, but still mildly satisfying in a way.

"…Oh, I can handle temperatures fairly well." Caelestis replied when the other threw his coat over him as a makeshift blanket, looking towards it then to Wraith. "I wouldn't want you to be cold, especially after everything you've already done." He was already so greatly indebted to the man, it was becoming all the more uncertain as to how he could even go about repaying him. "But truly, I'm not certain what I would have done without you… I can only give my greatest thanks for now, but I will attempt to make it up to you somehow." He meant every bit of it, but even without the latest events, he would likely be fine going along with nearly anything Wraith were to ask of him.

Wraith had only seen the end of the whole situation, but it was enough to recognise the person being taken away. Growling softly under his breath, he began to stalk through the rooftops, tracking the groups every move. He watched as Caelestis was taken into a heavily guarded warehouse and gave a sigh, this was not going to be easy. Scouting from the shadows the shifter weighed up his options, there seemed to be several guards at stationary positions right outside the building and four different patrols in the surrounding area. Pinching the bridge of his nose and thinking of what to do, Wraith began to execute his plan to get into the building and get Caelestis and himself out. 

It took roughly 40 minutes or so to carefully pick off each of the guards, diverting their attention, singling them out, dispatching them and then hiding the bodies, it was a slowly process but a necessary one if he wanted the plan to work. The last one he made sure to make a lot of noise the lure out some of the potential inside guards. Once several guards ran outside to see what was going on, Wraith went around the back and crept inside looking at how many guards were left inside the building. He spotted the door that the guards had come out of and quietly locked it. Upon scanning the area from the shadows, he could see four guards positioned above Caelestis on high walk ways, muttering about what was going on outside. He had picked up several knives from the fallen guards, and as much as he hated it, he knew he would have to use them. Positioning one in his hand, he looked for a guard that was easier to hit; he spotted one that didn't have as much armour as the others. Quietly he got into a better position before throwing the weapon, striking the man's throat and making him tumble over the railing and landing in front of Caelestis, completely lifeless. This put the other three guards on alert as they looked around, one of them also falling over the railing in a similar fashion, a knife also in the same place. One of the remaining two guards disappeared into the shadows, where the sound of muffled screams and low growls was heard. 

The final guard jumped down from the walkway and onto the ground floor, staying in the light and keeping his guard up, wondering what was going on. It was then Wraith emerged from the shadows, his face pissed off beyond belief as he approached the man from behind. He grabbed the gun the man was holding and forced the guard to point it at their own head, when the guard went to call for help, Wraith cut him off. "Don't be fucking stupid, you're outmatched here." The shifter growled angrily, his face had blood running down his mouth and nose, and his hair was messed up and half clung to his face. He then looked at Caelestis who wasn't far from them and could see the whole thing unfold. "Untie him." Wraith commanded as he pretty much forced the guard to step closer his tied up companion. "Now!" He snarled, still keeping the gun in place. 

Having no other option, the guard did what Wraith said. Once Caelestis was free, Wraith glanced him over, seeing if he was injured or not. Upon seeing that his companion was paralysed even without the ropes, Wraith's expression got darker and his eyes burned in a fury as he turned back to the guard. "Where's the antidote for this?" He snarled. The guard merely shook his head and said he didn't know. The shifter gave another growl. "If you're pulling my leg, I'm going to tear off yours." He  snapped before hearing the guard saying that he didn't know, only that the paralysis was temporary but he didn't know how long it lasted. the scarred man twisted the gun out of the guards hand and threw it to the side, soon replacing it with a knife to the mans throat. "Well if that's the case then.....you're usefulness has reached it's end and I can't have you alerting your friends outside." And with that Wraith cut the man's throat and left him bleeding on the ground. 

Not long after Wraith knelt beside Caelestis. "Let's get you out of here." He said before pulling the other party into a fireman's carry and exiting quietly out the backway, he could already hear guards rushing around, and soon took off running as fast as he could. Darting into the dark streets and weaving through several crowded areas. Hoping to lose anyone who might have followed them. He took Caelestis to his place, an abandoned building that stood on the boarder of the city, farthest away from where they came from. It wasn't the most comfortable or the most visually appealing but it was shelter none the less. Stumbling through the door, Wraith laid his companion down on the old mats that the shifter used as a bed. After he looked out the windows, he didn't see any sort of commotion below in the city which was a good sign. Sighing Wraith sat down near the mats and removed his coat, half dumping it over Caelestis' feet, he then looked down at the bullet proof vest he always wore, he could see several faint dents in the vest, now that the adrenaline had wore off he was starting to feel the bruises underneath as well as the bruises on his back and gave a low hiss of pain. Despite the plan working on pretty well, he didn't come out unscathed, apart from the the bruises under the bulletproof vest, he had several cuts and bruises to his arms and shoulders; as well as a pretty dark bruise that was forming on the right side of his jaw. Despite him not wanting to show his scars to another person, Wraith needed to see how bad his wounds were, he grabbed a box of medical supplies removed the top half of his clothing before slowly treating his wounds. He knew his body was a map of scars and painful memories and he did his best to shield as many of them as he could from Caelestis, but he also had scars on his back so there wasn't much he could do about it. Sure, Caelestis had seen the scars when he had been in his panther form, but something about him seeing the scars on Wraith's human form made the shifter more uneasy.

"You can stay here for a bit." He said closing his eyes, his head resting against the cold wall. "It's not much, but it's somewhere for you to recover." The shifter was right in saying it wasn't much, the whole room was made from cold concrete and stone, the only furniture in the room was the dusty mats Caelestis was lying on, a torn, thin blanket and a water barrel in the corner. It was then Wraith threw the coat more over the Caelestis' form. "You'll need that, it gets cold here."

Wraith woke up in what looked like a cage, he held his head as he tried to figure out what was going on. He remembered walking through the streets and being confront by a group of people, then several sharp pains in his neck and then......darkness. His mind felt a bit fuzzy, it was safe to assume he had been tranquilised and taken somewhere, but where he wasn't sure. His honey brown eyes scanned the room, it was dark and in the distance he could hear shouting and cheering. Where was he? It was then he heard what sounded like a announcer saying something about a next fight.....wait that meant....he was in the underground arena, or at least one of them. He looked down at his own body and saw iron rings around his wrists and neck which were attached to large metal chains which connected to something outside of the cage. Sighing Wraith sat down on the ground, right now he needed to clear his head for when he will no doubt be pulled into a fight. 

When that time eventually came, he felt the whole cage shift and began to move out of the doors into a large sand pit arena, similar to a colosseum,  that was sprayed with various types of blood and who knows what else. The crowd was large a good thousand or so people who were betting against each other as Wraith's cage came out of one side of the arena, from what the shifter could see there were four entrances in total, but only his and the one opposite were open, which was also bringing a cage through. Once it got to the doorway, he felt the chains got slack and disappear, though the iron rings still remained, the shifter stayed were he was, not wanting to go out into the arena and fight for another's entertainment, however the cage slanted forward and pretty much forced him out of the cage and into the sand, the doors slamming shut behind him. He looked at the opponent the other side of the room, it was a tall and bulky man, at least 6'5ft  who was holding a large double sided axe. A metal ringing encompassed the arena and the man charged towards Wraith, axe swinging wildly. There was no turning back now, it was either fight or die; and Wraith charged forward, anger burning in his eyes as the crowd cheered as they were saw the beginning of what no doubt would be a gory fight.

Wraith was in some sort of holding cell, he was exhausted and wounded from his fight; luckily he had won however he felt awful now. His muscle ached and his body felt weak, so much so that his captures had put ropes on him, apparently they needed to use the previous chains for a new competitor. Groaning slightly Wraith closed his eyes as the door opened, one of his captures circling and observing him. 

"You were very impressive out there, I think you'll go far in the arena.....welcome to your new home kid." The man snickered before the door got kicked open, waking Wraith up slightly. He couldn't really tell what was going on, all he saw was darkness and then a blast of fire. Flinching, Wraith began to weakly pull against his restraints only for them to be released by this stranger. Shaking slightly as he stood up, he quickly followed them out of the room. whoever this person was they were his ticket out of this hellhole.