Gar wasn't sure how to react. This unknown werecat before him had literally saved them all, saved his sister's life, AND kicked ass with a vengeance... As well as an incredible amount of brutality, but Gar was willing to overlook that. Those thugs had been brutal themselves, and it was going to take a bit of action to put them down for some time.
And yet, as Gar looked 'Ranma' over, he couldn't help but compare him to a werecheetah. Same pattern coat, though the coloring for the rest of the fur and the eye-stripes were switched... And those were some really sharp, and long fangs. "Maybe he's an undead Vampire-cheetah?" Gar questioned mentally.
Holding onto her stomach, Sheila looked over her savior. He was definitely unique, and not so much in a bad way... Heck, even the fangs somehow added to his charisma, making him look dangerous and somehow handsome at the same time. This werecat had such a incredible ice-magic. It was like nothing she ever felt before. It made her look like a novice in comparisson. "And then there was that other stuff... Maybe he's an aura mage?" Sheila wondered
Like the jagwere siblings, Tirga was looking over Ranma as well... However, his thoughts were not on the appearance and brutality of this strange werecat. No. He was more concerned over the fact the bloomers he was wearing were bunched up his butt. Damn, was it EVER uncomfortable! "How do women stand these things!?" The irate weretiger groaned mentally.
Thropan was stretching slightly. It had taken him awhile to get ahread to the area the others were, but he really wasn't prepared for the sight. This was the most unusual-looking werecat he had ever seen. "Maybe he's a cross between a werepanther and a werecheetah..." Thropan thought, but then shook his head. "Nah. No way is he a werepanther. I don't know others of my breed that have teeth THAT sharp..."
Onoli took to the situation more calmly than his compatriots. True, everybody was tired, hurt, and just wanted to rest up. But there was still this man. This unknown werecat that seemingly came out of nowhere and pulled their asses out of the fire. So it was Onoli who made the first move to acknowledge Ranma.
Walking over to the sabretooth werecheetah, Onoli bowed respectfully. "Thank you for your assistance, Ranma Saotome. I am Onoli, head of the Northen Edge Guard. Allow me to give you our thanks."
Ranma blinked his eyes in surprise, but mentally sighed in relief. After the long moments of silent tension with no one speaking, he thought he had done something wrong. "No, Onoli-san, it is all right. I was just doing what anyone would do."
It was at this point that Gar moved himself back to his feet. He walked, (okay, he limped) over to Ranma. "Hey. The name's Gar Silvear. And thank you, Ranma Saotome. You really pulled out bacon out of the fire. You saved my sister's life."
Ranma blinked. "Sister? I thought she was your daughter."
Sheila growled, but winced as she tried to. Her body was still hurt, and she would need time to heal. "The name's Sheila Silvear. And for your information, this was a trap for those bandits, we were pretending to be a small family."
Ranma blinked and nodded his head. "Ah, I see..." Ranma was tempted to comment about them being the ones trapped, but held back. He didn't want to make a bad impression. He turned to look at the weretiger. "I take it the girl over there is your girlfriend then, Gar?"
It was at that point that Thropan Sheila started busting a gut. In Sheila's case, literally, as she was holding onto her hurting sides. Gar looked white as a ghost, and Tirga was growling. "For your imformation... I AM A MAN!" Tirga growled. To prove his point, he pulled down the top of his dress to bunch it around his waist, showing off his muscular pectorals. "SEE!?"
Ranma blinked his eyes once, then twice. He just shrugged his shoulders. "I seem to meet more and more cross-dressers lately."
"CROSS-DRESSER!?" Tirga yelled.
To that, Ranma once again shrugged his shoulders. "Well, if the shoe fits... I mean, you're wearing a full outfit!"
Thropan continued to laugh out loud. "HE'S GOT YOU THERE, TIRGA!"
"AH, CAN IT, THROPAN!" The ticked-off tiger yelled back at the werepanther rolling with laughter.
Ranma watched as Tirga tried arguing with Thropan, and grinned. There was no way he could annoy the werepanther, Ranma could see the black-furred cat-man was just too laid back. It brought a smirrk to his face as it reminded him of times when Akane would go at him, and he kept his cool rather easilly. He always loved and would never forget those sparring sessions.
Still there were more important matters at hand. Ranma walked over to the female jaguar-looking girl. "Hey, are you all right?"
Looking up at Ranma, Sheila froze. Seeing Ranma up close, she could see that Ranma was as tall as Onoli, albeit lither than the werelion... But he was still muscular in hiw own right.
Realzing Ranma had asked her a question, Sheila nodded her head. "I, I'm okay. I just need time to heal..." Sheila trailed off as she was looking up into Ranma's eyes... He may have looked scary, but his eyes... They were the most beautiful sapphire-color she had ever seen. Almost made her feel rather... 'Warm'.
Ranma waved a hand back and forth in Sheila's face. "Hey, you all right?"
Sheila blushed, realizing she had been daydreaming. She decided to cover that up... "Sorry! I was thinking."
"Thinking?" Ranma asked. "About what?"
Sheila blushed a little, unsure of a good scenario. Then it hit her. "I was wondering... What kind of werecat are you? I've seen a a few that were similar, the werecheetahs, but they were nowhere near your build or coloration..." Sheila then blushed. "Not to mention that they have nowhere near the set of teeth you do."
Thropan, who had calmed down, had walked over to Ranma and Sheila. "Come to think of it, I was wondering the same thing. What kind of werecat are you, Ranma?"
Ranma, for the most part, looked rather confused. "I'm a 'werecat'? What's a werecat? Are they like werewolves or something?" Noticing that all five the the Edge Guard gathered around him were staring at him in shock, he asked, "Was it something I said?"
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