Good: Keeping a diligent watch.

[Fen]

(The good side gathering thread. Post your character's currrent status and why they feel the need to find help in stopping the gathering evil. NOTE: Your character that is paired up with another character (IE: your nemesis) do not have to have current story with one another to post here. That can come later. )

It had been easy times for a warrior of light as of late. Little spoken of the villains that once clashed with Hero's over cities, towns, resources, items of interest, and even the world.

It had been saved countless times, and was secured by those that had held onto that glimmering hope of peace. To this day, they still fight for total peace and civility. Being ever watchful on the darkness, and what its next move would be.

For those that were content with the times, they'd pass off the information of a gathering force of villains as foolhardy and continue on there life of relaxation. Others who were keeping watch to this day would think of it as a hoax, considering it a lie to tempt the forces of light into doing something rash.

A remote few though, would hear of it. And seek to find out the truth of the matter.

[Arashi_kuriyami]

Why...
  That was the question he continued to ask himself. A simple question with a very complicated answer. The thing that confused him the most, was a very simple why.
  His eyes closed for a moment as he let his ears do the work. The sounds of city life from his dark alley. The sounds of hundreds of furs going about their business as if nothing bad has ever happened. Chattering of furs talking to other furs, the smell of food either fresh or rotten in decay.
   Long has he pondered this question, After loosing His friends, allies and those he considered family. Leaving him the way he is today. So many of them have died, all for this moment of silence and peace. Yet, it left a bitter taste in his mouth. being at war so long he couldn't tell the sharks from the guppies anymore.
     Sure, he could be one of those flashy hero's in those ridiculous spandex suits. What purpose would it serve. Evil itself would only raise its ugly head again and know where to look. No... he was that thing that straddled the fine ugly gray that was considered the line between good and evil. His paranoia, made it difficult for him to let go.
   Stop pitying yourself and get to work... That voice in his head spoke to him.
The panther opened his eyes, focusing on nothing in that dirty alley.
    "What do you know..." The panther spoke out loud to himself. "there is nothing... only muggers. what does the world need from me"? *the panther looked at his dirty paws. His ragged trench coat covered in alley filth.
   Stop with the self pity already! If you wanted to end it you could have done so so very long ago
  He hated when he was right, When the self truth came up. The panther stood. Staggering to the mouth of the alley way. None of the other heroe's knew what he looked like underneath his mask. It was always safer that way. His hand resting on the wall as he braced himself. The impact of scents disorientated him a moment.
  To many! TO MANY GO BACK that voice spoke to him again. yet the panther fought back his urge to run. Years and years of combat has made fitting into society to hard! there was no place for him here. His whole body shivered as he pulled himself into a ball. Hugging himself as he rocked back and fourth. Stilling himself.
  "Shut up, shut up, shut up" He repeated to himself again and again. Pulling his hood up. That thick grimy thing torn and thread bare. He pulled himself together. the voice silent for now. But like always it would return, It always did.
  He took a few more steps towards the mouth of the alley, but paused again. He could not do it. Not today at least, Just to much, to many scents. To many furs. He took off back down the alley. Stopping at a sewer grate. he pulled it aside. Dropping into the much and filth.
  Pulling back the grate he took a deep breath. The smell of piss and shit cleared his senses. Bringing him back onto solid ground. Knee deep in the stuff, he made his way through the maze of sewers. Sometimes doubling back and heading in circles.  Until he knew for certain he was safe.
  He stopped standing  waist deep in the stuff. Closing his eyes for a long moment, Simply listening. he gave a long count, No one not a sound. He took a deep breath and dived underneath the stuff. Sliding through an entrance only he knew about. Sealing it behind himself. he swam into his little home. Pulling himself up through one of three entrances. Sealing it behind him.
  The panther paused dripping filth in complete darkness. Anyone who would have fallowed would have drowned by now. The panther stood clicking on the lights, Inside was more weapons than an armory would have had. Enough food and water that he would not have to leave his home for months at a time.
    Stepping into the shower he washed the filth off of him. Shedding his clothes in the process. Wrapping only a towel around himself he sat in front of a computer. Booting it up. A little smile playing on his lips, Here on the vast web he was comfortable to linger here. Able to talk with confidence, here he knew people. Here he was safe.
  Logging on, he saw his hackers. Almost all of them he knew, he felt safe among them. But one in particular he contacted. Calling her on the computer. His pitch changer changing the sound of his voice.
  "Evening Ace" The panther smiled as he spoke. "Are you ready to work".
If it wasn't for this hacker he would not be alive still to this day. Constantly reading the reports this hacker sent. It was the only way he could do this work. In return he cut her 25% of his take.
  Leaning back he read her message.
     "Ace, Its to quiet. To quiet to long" the panther frowned as he read some more Rolling his eyes.
   "Yes ace, its not my paranoia. And no i have not taking any drugs. just dig deeper. Keep me in the loop".
  He turned around. Looking at his wall of clippings. Millions of them. Some with strings and pins as if he was trying to trace something. He looked closer  studying it all....
   There was work to be done, the only question was where and why...