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They spent days examining every inch of their compound in the hopes of discovering a weakness. The ends of Odalis’ fingers were raw from poking and prodding the concrete that housed them, and she knew from the way that her face ached warmly that the wound around her eye had begun to fester. The boy with the two-toned eyes visited them in the dark, where as Ciprian would lean silent against the door of their cage – his rings blinking like shiny eyes at them as he surveyed his handywork.

He would speak sometimes, slithering words that made Odalis’ skin crawl.

Taking the girl had been an accident, one that Ciprian ensured that Odalis understood was entirely her fault.

”If you had come willingly none of this would have happened.”

He twirled his finger lazily in a bowl of water that he had brough to sip while he spoke to them on one particular day, ”You should have listened.”

”Solomon would be alive. This cub would be safe with its mother.”

He snarled, lifting his lips to expose yellowed teeth in a cruel grin, ”But here we are. All because of you.”

It was a truth that she struggled with. Issola was here because of her.

She would curse at him in Spanish, flinging dirt far enough so that it would hit his feet. ”I mean to take you with me, far from here.” Ruckus would saunter by, his face drawn tight as he changed their water or stuffed more food through the holes in the concrete, ”Soon.”

Soon.

The word hung over them like a noose, and so each day when the darkness came they continued to wiggle their fingers and search for cracks.

It was Issola who found the loose patch of dirt towards the back of their enclosure and had begun to sift through it with her puppy paws. Together they worked at night to clear a hole – patting and hiding the extra where ever they could.

They used the limp looking furs that had been given to them to sleep to hide the little piles, and Odalis tore her skirt into strips to protect the pads of their hands.

On the fourth night they broke through.

The crisp night air whistled over them and Odalis gulped it in greedily.

”We did it Issola,” She rubbed her hands on what was left of her skirt. ”I won’t fit through this hole… but you stand a chance.”

She stroked the girls silky head, ignoring the way her hands ached.

"We must plan our escape."




M Warning just in case!


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It had been days since they’d been brought to this concrete prison. The nights grew colder, the days, slowly shorter. Already, she missed her family and home, having never been forced to be without either before. She hated this confinement that she and Odalis had been forced to accept. Even as low-energy as she was, the Haskel couldn’t help but to feel restless in their cell. There was nothing to do, nothing to do but pace and plan.


The bad man with black fur—Ciprian, as she’d learned his name was—seemed content to keep them locked away for whatever reason. When they thought the pup was asleep or not paying attention, Issola would catch him speaking in hushed tones that only Odalis could hear. Sometimes, the Duchesse’s facial features would twist with whatever foul words flickered off his tongue, at others, she’d react more aggressively. Issola hated him, and the feeling only grew with each passing day.


Of the other, the one called “Ruckus,” there was slightly less animosity. He was quiet, and he was often the one to give them food or water. He was still friends with Ciprian though, and that sealed his fate as far as Issola was concerned.


Since their first day away from their pack, the girls had tried their best to think of ways to escape their captors. It had required a lot of digging and close calls, and, while they had eventually managed to get to the outside world, it was not to Issola’s liking.


Pale eyes scrutinized the hole that they had managed, a frown settling heavily on her lips at its size. The concrete that the humans had built long ago had broken in places, were weak in others. Within their prison though, it had made plans for escape difficult. They could only dig in certain places, could only do so much—remove earth or broken pieces of concrete—without drawing attention to themselves. Despite their efforts, Issola was not happy.


She moved her head out of reach of Odalis’ hand. “I’m not leaving without you, Odalis,” she told the older Courtier stubbornly. “Whatever we do, you’re coming with me. I won’t leave you here with them.” Her eyes narrowed with determination.


Though she had never been close to the older woman before they’d become unlikely cellmates, in the few short days they’d been there, Issola couldn’t help but to feel a sort of comradery with Odalis. As well, after knowing how hard Odalis had originally fought Ciprian when he had initially tried to abduct her, there was no way that Issola could leave her. Solomon had died trying to protect his sister from these bad men. Who knew what they’d do once they got rid of their extra baggage?






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"You might have to." She sighed into her pale hand, "We need to get a message back to the Court - they need to know where we are."

Odalis wondered what Skoll had done in the wake of discovering that his daughter had been taken. The Amaranthe had made the mistake of withdrawing from other members of her home for reasons that she had not fully understood. She had been called to the great beyond and allowed herself to become distracted by the territories that surrounded her home. She had spent time with Salvador and wistfully thought of seeking out Ichabod - but the boy was like a ghost and had disappeared from their hillock against the sea.

Now she too would disappear, and she was afraid of what that would mean.

Ciprian came by occasionally with his toothy smile and smooth words, his cloak brought up tightly around his shoulders to shield himself from the chill. He would watch them tremble hungrily, leaning against the bars as Odalis glared angrily at him. Unlike Issola had had taken longer for her to realize the power of her anger - the brilliant ball of fire roiling inside of her each time his gaze rolled across her skin. He had taken Solomon from her, had uprooted her from a family that she had begun to build around her.

The shadows got longer, and with a short puff of breeze a lonesome candle outside of their cage blew out.

"The next time they come..." Odalis whispered softly, fingering the torn hem of what had once been a beautiful skirt. "I will distract Ciprian the best I can... and we will try to fight our way out." She narrowed her eyes at Issola, "But if it doesn't work you are to escape through the hole. Understand?"



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Ruckus watched the girls with a quiet suspicion that came from living alone for so long. It was strange to suddenly have women living in the concrete jungle, and each time he passed them he could practically taste the sickly-sweet scent of them on his tongue. Odalis was beautiful, with hair that reminded him of flame – and Issola practically radiated hostility each time he passed her by.

Ciprian would speak to them occasionally, his voice booming against the concrete as he explained his plan.

Soon they would leave this place and head north.

He could hear the dark man speaking now as he paced within their camp. He was tugging at the long fur on his chin, his silver eyes narrowed deceptively as he gazed into the twitching flames.

”She is unhappy.” He muttered, his thin tail lashing behind him, ”She needs more.”

Ruckus canted his head, offering a small whuff of hello. ”Uh, sir, what are you talkin’ about?”

”Nothing boy. Nothing.” Ciprian raised his head and glared towards the area that held the girls, ”How did they seem.”

He shrugged thin shoulders, ”Fine.”

The breath puffed through his lips indignantly. He had brought Odalis here with the hope that perhaps she would understand that her life with him would be better. The Court was too small for a woman as perfect as she, and each night as he lay in camp he thought of her and the life that awaited them once they abandoned Free Town. They would head to the islands, to a land where no one would know or seek them out.

He wasn't sure what he would do with Ruckus - but there would be no space for him in their lives.

Ciprian rung his hands before holding them out to the fire. "We leave at first light." He glanced for a moment at the lightening sky, "Prepare the horses and then meet me at their enclosure."

Ruckus nodded and obediently set off, wrapping his scarf round and round his neck as he went. Questions swirled in his mind and he couldn't help but glance back at the dark man who gazed into the flames with a violent intensity that forced Ruckus to look away.

Ciprian took a moment to smooth his hair behind his ears, licking his hands to pat down the strays. He adjusted his cloak and began the short walk that would take him toward Odalis Amaranthe.

"My girls," He purred as he pushed open the gate, his ears twitching as he heard movement.

He was not prepared for the sudden closeness of Odalis. It caught him off guard, one of her pale hands splayed against his thin chest. Her expression was soft and malleable, her perfectly blue eyes lidded against the dark. "To what do I owe this pleasure?"

He was not prepared for what happened next.



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Sorry for the wait, and if this is pretty crappy @____@ My muse-brain has clicked off for the night.


Feel free to make PP Issola to further things along!


Her ears flattened and her shoulder tensed, not liking the truth that was to be had behind what Odalis had said. As much as she didn’t want to leave the Duchesse…if it meant being able to find her father and have him rip the bad men to shreds out of vengeance for Solomon and for Odalis’ sake, what choice did she have? If such was, truly, their only hope of both of them being able to escape from Ciprian’s clutches, Issola understood what she’d have to do but…why?


Why did it have to be that way? What would Ciprian do to Odalis once Issola was out of the picture? What if Issola couldn’t find the hideout again, and Odalis was forever left in the clutches of such an evil creature? Issola didn’t want to leave Odalis all alone…


Time passed, the clocked ticked.


The Haskel had been idly watching a sluggish insect moving about the floor of their cell when Odalis roused her attention, had caused her senses to become sharp. Issola’s eyes fell to where the older female played with the edge of her frayed skirt. They narrowed with stubborn reluctance before she placed her paw gentling onto Odalis’ hand to stop the fidgeting. Issola didn’t want to do it, but…it might be Odalis’ only hope.


“Yes, ma’am,” she whispered back.


It wasn’t long until the dark male came. In the short time the Courtiers had been under his imprisonment, Issola’s hatred for him had grown. He had an unhealthy, creepy fascination with Odalis, and he obviously made the older woman uncomfortable and angry with his presence. Worst, he seemed pretty much impervious to Issola’s glares.


They heard him approach before he had announced himself, and when the gate screeched against its weather-worn hinges, Issola and Odalis were ready for him. The Duchesse intercepted him first, knowing his silver eyes would be unable to resist what he wanted most. She played a part that Issola would not come to understand until she was older and shifted. Naïve and ignorant, the Haskel merely took the open opportunity that Odalis had afforded them.


Issola launched herself at Ciprian’s ankle, her ivory fangs seeking to finish what she had started the day they had taken she and Odalis hostage and had killed Solomon. She aimed for the same leg as she had before, wanting to cripple the slimy bastard so that the Courtiers might use it to their advantage when they made a break for freedom.








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Being so close to him made her skin crawl. She could taste him on the back of her throat like a disease, bitter and brutal in a way that stung and bit at her tongue. Odalis could see the way that it pleased him, having her so close – her hands trailed along his arms and toyed with the crackle of white that crept along his throat. Her batted her eyes as if he had convinced her that this was her only way out.

He was smiling at her smoothly, the tips of his teeth protruding over his dark lips.

”My, I didn’t expect this.”

He managed to twirl a piece of her auburn hair through his fingers, inhaling deeply as she forced herself not to flinch.

Odalis chose her moment carefully. With a deep breath she exploded into action, tearing her claws along his skin and kicking at him with all of the force she could muster. Issola was there too, barking and biting with needle-like teeth into his shins – and suddenly Ciprian was cursing, twisting and turning between them like a baited dog.

”Mierda!” He shouted, narrowing the silver of his eyes as blood streamed from the places that Odalis had managed to rip at him – ”I thought-“

But Odalis was on him again, her voice rising to a tremulous cry that was every bit as angry as the fire that burned in her chest.

”You killed my brother!”

He extended a hand and she snapped at it with her teeth, all while trying to keep track of the cub who still barked and bit at their captor.

<”How could you.”> She winced when he struck out at her, his tail lashing like a whip behind him. They struggled, and for a moment Odalis saw stars as he over powered her, curling about her like a bull snake, his foul breath hissing in her ear.

Ruckus appeared suddenly, materializing out of the shadows that were just out of reach. He stepped toward Odalis, but Ciprian snapped at him, tightening his grip around the womans throat – ”Get the cub.”

The junk-yard dog swung his bat and loped off into the trees.

Odalis managed to pry herself free and stumble a few steps before being caught again.

"Issola, run!"



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To note for other readers, Ruckus is pulling his hits (he’s not aiming to kill or seriously harm Issola), so her injuries from the bat are not life-threatening or cause for major internal bleeding.


Also, Issola has now left the thread!


They attacked ferociously, assaulting their villainous captor from all angles. Issola did what she could without hands or feet to grab, grapple, or kick at Ciprian with. If it was dark and made of flesh, she snapped at it, ever mindful to avoid Odalis or getting in the older woman’s way. They needed to work together, and the Princesse didn’t want to be the cause for their failed escape from these men. When her teeth sank into Ciprian’s leg, she shook, trying to tear into his muscles like she would a piece of deer.


Ciprian cursed at the women as they tore into him. Issola released her grip on him when Odalis kicked him, the Haskel darting around and trying to find a new target to cripple him by. She barked as loud as she could, hoping to keep him distracted and flustered as he tried to fend the two Courtiers off. Her teeth nicked his legs and tore holes into the material in the onslaught.


And when Ciprian hugged Odalis in an immobilizing grip, Issola pounced, snarling in an attempt to come to Odalis’ defense. When her teeth sank down, they were into his tussled clothes though, and when she yanked, it was not flesh she tore, but fabric. She spat the material out when she belatedly realized that it wasn’t Ciprian she’d had had between her teeth. The child went in for a second attempt, only to be kicked away by Ciprian as his grip tightened around Odalis’ throat.


She yelped when his foot collided into her side, sending the youth tumbling into the world outside the Courtiers’ cell. The earth was as cold and unforgiving as the concrete of their cell. Issola wobbly rolled to her feet and shook out her fur, only her reflexes saving her—or perhaps Ruckus had pulled his swing—from the bat that came down just inches before her. The weapon smacked the earth loudly, and Issola sprang away. Her hair stood up, her tail flagged, and her teeth were bared. She was ready to battle.


Again, he swung, and the child barked, snapping at the air between them as she evaded him once more. They could get their freedom! They would both get away from this hell that these men had put them in! Issola rushed at Ruckus, and he turned the bat upon her, sending it colliding with her side. The force was enough to send her stumbling sideways and yelping from the pain. She hardly had enough time to properly turn and fight when the male youth came upon her. This strike hit the ground to her left, and Issola bolted for the nearby treeline.


Out in the open, she didn’t stand a chance against the bat that Ruckus had used to kill Solomon. In the forested terrain though, perhaps she could use the bushes and foliage for coverage. Her side throbbed from where the bat had struck her, and she tried her best to push the feeling down. She needed to concentrate! If she could only put some distance between them, she could turn around and try to—


Odalis screamed out at her, and the girl found herself stopping, her pale eyes turning back into the direction from which she had just left. Odalis. A crack of Ruckus’ bat hitting a nearby tree startled her into movement again, causing Issola’s tail to tuck as she put on a burst of speed.


She had to run. She was Odalis’ only hope now. She had to get out of there and find help.


Against Ruckus’ bat. Against Ciprian’s fists. Issola knew that she didn’t stand a chance. They’d simply be overpowered like before. No, Odalis was right… This…this was the only way.


I’m sorry. Her chest tightened, trying to concentrate her energies on escaping the thundering footfalls in her wake. I’ll find help for you though, I promise!




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