...but I digress,

Ephraim Fisher · 10-15-2011, 08:49 AM

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I'm so sorry for the wait! *dies*

Sky seemed angrier about the mistreatment of hybrids than he did—and he could see that she had a bit of dog in her. He nodded in agreement with her statement but smiled softly to appease her. “If one believes there are weak breeds—all those weak breeds have died out long ago. We can interbreed for a reason, precious. Mixing genes is better than claiming purity in genes.” He tapped his hand against his leg for a moment, beating out a quiet rhythm as he looked over his shoulder. The other prisoners were silent as usual, always failing to respond when Ephraim was going on one of his rambles.

Then she sneered, describing the situation as she saw it, and the black and white male pricked his ears toward her. She alluded to taking out the queen—or “Big Daddy Maska,” as she called him—to destroy the colony. And it did seem simple enough when she said it that way. Why hadn’t the AniWayans done anything? There were things to lose—one’s own life, one’s family—but was death better than existing under tyranny?

“You’re making the Tribe sound like a buncha pussies,” the eunuch said, and he giggled crazily again. Well, he was doing nothing more than simply sitting around and working under orders, but at least he didn’t whine like some of the others. And while Sky complained, she also had plans. “You sound like you could take care of it yourself, if we weren’t all cooped up.”

What a pity. They could be free and out of here, at least if they managed to escape any honestly courageous Guardians…

Then what will you do, Ephraim?

He frowned, adopting her drawn-up-knees posture, and rolled his neck again, not sure what else to say.

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