The prison was located in an old building. It looked proper enough from the outside but everyone unfortunate enough to be dragged inside could tell right away. The rust on the metal chains and bars, the black mold covering the brick walls and most importantly, the stench. Humans would call it the smell of death, but Korax was no human. He new better. There was death, yes, but also sweat, blood, and most prominently fear. It stuck to the walls as if it was part of the stones and a hundred years wouldn't be enough to cleanse them from this stink.
The cell was relatively spaceous, it was obviously build for multiple prisoners. The only source of light was a small window up high but Korax didn't mind the darkness. In fact, it was somewhat calming. What wasn't calming was the cold, the moisture, and the heavy chains around the boys' wrists. They were encrusted with dried blood as were his forearms. When the guards brought him here a day ago he tried to break free in a rage and the coarse shackles ended up tearing his skin open.
Now Korax was laying on the hard ground with his eyes closed. He wasn't sleeping though, only resting. He shivered, the cold stone sucked every bit of heat out of his body and not for the first time he wished he could transform into his beast form. But the guards had known what they were dealing with and they took precautions. Korax grabbed the silve collar around his neck and tugged hard, a quiet growl escaped his throat. Of course he knew he couldn't break it like this, he had tried, but the damn thing hurt like hell and he wanted it off! Luckily the silver was everything but pure, otherwise it would have etched away all of his skin by now. Still, wherever the "holy metal" touched the flesh of the Ailuranth it felt like burning hot icicles were thrust into him and thus he had a hard time being joyous.
Time flows slowly in a dark cell and Korax had no idea how much time had passed when he suddenly heard something. The sound of approaching footsteps.
The cell was relatively spaceous, it was obviously build for multiple prisoners. The only source of light was a small window up high but Korax didn't mind the darkness. In fact, it was somewhat calming. What wasn't calming was the cold, the moisture, and the heavy chains around the boys' wrists. They were encrusted with dried blood as were his forearms. When the guards brought him here a day ago he tried to break free in a rage and the coarse shackles ended up tearing his skin open.
Now Korax was laying on the hard ground with his eyes closed. He wasn't sleeping though, only resting. He shivered, the cold stone sucked every bit of heat out of his body and not for the first time he wished he could transform into his beast form. But the guards had known what they were dealing with and they took precautions. Korax grabbed the silve collar around his neck and tugged hard, a quiet growl escaped his throat. Of course he knew he couldn't break it like this, he had tried, but the damn thing hurt like hell and he wanted it off! Luckily the silver was everything but pure, otherwise it would have etched away all of his skin by now. Still, wherever the "holy metal" touched the flesh of the Ailuranth it felt like burning hot icicles were thrust into him and thus he had a hard time being joyous.
Time flows slowly in a dark cell and Korax had no idea how much time had passed when he suddenly heard something. The sound of approaching footsteps.
The sound of approaching footsteps was followed by a woman cursing quite profusely. Her voice was quite alluring, but with a slight rasp. As the guard opened the door and looked around to make sure everything was in order, Maze took this opportunity to kick the man in the crotch quite hard.
The man fell to the ground clutching his prized jewels as another guard came up behind her, roughly grabbing her wrists. She let out a huff and watched as the other man got back up, and delivered a fist to her chest. The woman doubled over in pain and let her candy red hair fall into her face before lifting her head, spitting on the guard’s face.
“Alright you ****ing whore.” The guard spat back into her face and shoved her into a cell directly across from Korax, locking it with a pissed off look on his face. He gave Korax a warning look before leaving, letting Maze roll her eyes once they were gone.
She pressed the back of her head against the wall and let out a sigh, her wrists rawr from the tight rope around them. She had a trick up her sleeve though, something the guards had forgotten.
The man fell to the ground clutching his prized jewels as another guard came up behind her, roughly grabbing her wrists. She let out a huff and watched as the other man got back up, and delivered a fist to her chest. The woman doubled over in pain and let her candy red hair fall into her face before lifting her head, spitting on the guard’s face.
“Alright you ****ing whore.” The guard spat back into her face and shoved her into a cell directly across from Korax, locking it with a pissed off look on his face. He gave Korax a warning look before leaving, letting Maze roll her eyes once they were gone.
She pressed the back of her head against the wall and let out a sigh, her wrists rawr from the tight rope around them. She had a trick up her sleeve though, something the guards had forgotten.
Getting curious what all the noise was about Korax sat up and peered through the bars of the cell. Just at the right moment as it turned out. After taking a pretty mean hit in the nuts the guard fell to the floor, being completely owned by the petite but terrifically pissed of looking woman above him.
Korax couldn't help but laugh. His loud guffaw echoed from the narrow hallways while the man got back up, took his revenge and shoved the girl roughly into her cell. By the time he locked the door Korax laughter had turned into a quieter but still clearly audible chuckle. The guard turned to him with bloodshot eyes and met Korax grinning widely at him. But he didn't address his face loss and instead both men left quickly, leaving the captives to their own devices.
"Hahaha, nice kick sweety." Korax said snickering, but there was also a hint of mockery in his voice. "Can't say I'm sorry for you, though. that's a nasty way to fight. You deserved that blow."
He eyed the woman across the two cells. She looked young, hardly much older than he was, and her fiery red hair was a real eye-catcher. She had a pretty face, too, except an ugly scar running through her left eye. But honestly, all in all not bad to look at, "…for a human." Korax thought.
Korax couldn't help but laugh. His loud guffaw echoed from the narrow hallways while the man got back up, took his revenge and shoved the girl roughly into her cell. By the time he locked the door Korax laughter had turned into a quieter but still clearly audible chuckle. The guard turned to him with bloodshot eyes and met Korax grinning widely at him. But he didn't address his face loss and instead both men left quickly, leaving the captives to their own devices.
"Hahaha, nice kick sweety." Korax said snickering, but there was also a hint of mockery in his voice. "Can't say I'm sorry for you, though. that's a nasty way to fight. You deserved that blow."
He eyed the woman across the two cells. She looked young, hardly much older than he was, and her fiery red hair was a real eye-catcher. She had a pretty face, too, except an ugly scar running through her left eye. But honestly, all in all not bad to look at, "…for a human." Korax thought.
Maze gave a roll of her eyes and got up, checking to see if the guards had gone before turning to the man opposite her. “’Nice kick, sweety.’” The woman mimicked him, her voice going high pitched to piss him off.
The woman then gave him a smirk before checking to see if the guards were there. When the coast was clear, she stepped through the bindings so her hands could reach her back, and she quickly pulled out her karambit blade. It easily sliced through the petty rope and set her hands free.
The woman then gave him a smirk before checking to see if the guards were there. When the coast was clear, she stepped through the bindings so her hands could reach her back, and she quickly pulled out her karambit blade. It easily sliced through the petty rope and set her hands free.
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