Mysto climbed up onto the trunk of an old car & tried to practice his aim. He pointed at an old trash can & concentrated. Blue sparks danced between his claws.
Mysto opened his eyes & a large lightning bolt hit the trash can causing it to fly up. Mysto watched it, when he realised where it would land he tried to scramble away. The trash can landed on him, an unhappy & slightly hurt groan came from inside.
Twink laughed and walked over to him she stopped when she saw her. Brooklyn. Brooklyn was the protector and she was amazingly stunning. She had a beautiful shade of amber eyes and long blonde hair a perfect figure. Everything she could never have. Brooklyn grabbed the trash can off of Mysto and helped him up. "You okay?"she asked flashing him a smile.
Mysto thought about how he had become apart of the tribe. He remembered his father had sent him on his own to the tribe grounds because it was dangerous to be around his father. He knew why now but he didn't want any one to know who his father was because he might be thrown out of the tribe if any one knew.
Mysto's ears picked up something being set down by his pipe. He poked his head out of the opening, he looked down at the music box. He looked up at Twink "Did I do something?" he asked very quietly.
Mysto's fur was puffed up & his small body was shivering. He really didn't like loud noises, he felt Twink hug him & he relaxed abit. He felt warmer & more comfortable, he made a purring noise.
Twink blushed but ignored it. She continued hugging him until Brooklyn came to the entrance. "You guys okay?"she asked. Twink let him go and sat back against the wall. "Yeah Fine"she hissed