It had been almost an entire month since Sky's plan had been completely foiled. She'd been captured. Ruthlessly so. Her ears had been forcefully docked, her hair cut (as she'd been caught fixing it one morning and the guardian in charge had decided to pick on her for it). Her eye had been further damaged by the stress and fighting she'd been doing, now noticably blind on the right, no longer impossible to notice. Every piercing had been removed, and not in the nice way. Her tongue had been split because of it, though she'd made sure infection stayed away the best she could.
So now she was spending her nights in a cabin with the other prisoners; Anu, an older Dreamer with a vaguely broken attitude, who still had plenty of fight left in her despite being on the of the longest-stayed prisoners.
Gotham, another Dreamer, a bigger guy with dark fur and lovely blue eyes. He'd been the last to arrive, as far as she knew. He was also Savina's son, as she'd learned through gossip prior to being captured. She felt bad for the kid, that he had to be in this position, but at least he wasn't dead.
Then there was Foxglove. Sky hadn't spoken to any of the other prisoners much, aside from a snide remark here or there (making her look like quite the angry person, which in all honesty she was). Foxglove was the one girl in the bunch that she'd taken an instant dislike for though; she'd been an AniWayan before being captured. Sky would've slapped her upside the head if she'd been able to, simply for still having been in AniWaya come Maska's take-over.
She'd also learned quite a bit about what had happened for Maska to become leader. He came from the Great Tribe outside of Souls, the original AniWaya apparently. He'd pointed out some stupid traditions and their previous leader, Dawali, had been demotted to an omega rank because of it.
In much plainer words, AniWaya had become a mess of disloyalty and corruption. Sanja was almost tempted to enjoy it all, though even that dark voice had some brains to know when chaos was good or bad. This unstable chaos threatened everyone and everything around it. This was bad.
Sky sat numbly in the dark Cabin room, curled up in the corner with her arms around her knees and her tail around her feet, eyes glaring out at everyone else there. The other prisoners and two guardians. She was sure now that there were others outside, though with the state their captured souls were in, there only really needed to be two to hold off any escape attempts.
Today was likely going to be no different than the rest. It was still very early morning. The sun hadn't risen and many of the folks around AniWaya were still sleeping. Soon they'd switch out guards, the shift ending in another few minutes, as she'd learned. Softly, almost inaudibly, she hummed to herself, the old celtic song that Tal had sung to her during their courting. She let her mind keep wandering, breifly touching various thoughts, like where Queen was and how Taliesin was doing back home. She missed him now, all of her pack, and wondered if they missed her at all. Would she ever get to go home?
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Open for anyone, really. Prisoners and Guardians mostly, unless someone has permission to be in the Prisoner's Cabin. Sky's looking worse for wear.
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