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little girl gone

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nymeria zyphear
Prison.

Nymeria never expected this. Not really, at least.

The cold, hard, stone walls and floor. The stale air. The stench of countless nobodies, left to sit and wait, wondering what has occurred in their absence. Wondering if they wer ebeing missed. Wondering if one day they'd get to go free and see their families, or, if these four walls would be the last they saw.

In here you were a nobody. Just another traitor to the crown. A small, insignificant speck to society. But Nymeria was certain that didn't apply to her. She wasn't a traitor. Well, by definition, perhaps. But by motive? No! She was a nomad, a new occupant of Rionnah, trying desperately to find her way in life. Then, she was a student, and a damn good one at that. She was excelling at her studies! It would only be a matter of time before she could consider herself an effective medic. Her father would be proud...

Or, at least, he would have been. His little girl, the one he knew, was gone now.

A Jacobite. A soldier. A traitor to the Crown. That's how she would be labeled now.

The girl's expression was nothing less than determined. From the moment she'd awoken, Nymeria had set her mind to one thing: getting out. Ocean orbs watched the guards carefully as they strolled down the hall, eyeing each cell with little interest before they continued on their way. It was infuriating, to know they cared so little about them, but reassuring. The less time they were being watched meant the more time she could figure this out.

This silent determination was the reasoning she failed to hear the suddle stirring of her cell mate. Instead, she reamined glued to the front corner of the cell, pressed tightly between the bars and the cold stone, memorizing the patterns of the day down to the seconds.

we can be heroes, just for one day



@Finch
(This post was last modified: 11-21-2023, 12:03 PM by Nymeria.)
11-18-2023, 08:47 PM
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What happened?

Finch woke with a start to find himself in the abyss, an unfamiliar place. It was gloomy and damp, as cold as a grave. Bleary blue eyes peered around the shadows that shrouded him, but it was if he was blinded by the blackness. Within his skull, a dream pounded in steady time. Each beat was agonizing, and the world around him wobbled and weaved, like he was drunk. But his head was not the only pain; his entire body began to register the traumas it had endured. The Highlander brute cringed as he tried to make sense of where he was, and why.

Bleak memories began to resurface in his tortured mind. The last thing he remembered was a slew of wolves falling upon him. He had been vastly outnumbered. And he has barely left a scratch on the enemy. All of the preparation, all of the excitement — it had all been for nothing. The battle was won as soon as it began. And Jacob’s army had been defeated. He had been taken.

Finch had never been locked up before. A rush of fear coursed through him. Now what…?

A low growl emanated within his throat as he recalled the two “soldiers” who were there to fight beside him. Except… they were useless, entirely useless. One was a weak, sniveling child who had run off as soon as she could. The other was a half-blind woman. Entirely useless. He had been doomed from the start.

Suddenly, a thought occurred to him, which pulled the young male to his paws. His head ached, and a stabbing pain radiates from his right shoulder, causing him to cry out in pain. Limping, he dragged his battered body to the bars of the cell. How many Jacobites had been taken? He assumed his brother was also there, just a cell or two away. ”Coal?” Ears perked forward to listen for his brother’s voice. ”Coal!” There was urgency in his tones. But no response came.

Only then did Finch realize he was not alone in this tomb for the living. From the corner of an eye, he saw a flash of golden flame, impossibly light against the darkness of the dungeons. Was it an angelic apparition? Was this heaven? Then the afterlife was not as glorious as he had expected. His head turned swiftly, earning another dose of misery. ”Ah — Huh?” He looked closer to find a girl, near his age, against the bars of their shared cell. ”They got you, too.” Less of a question than an observation, accompanied by a dry, ironic laugh. ”Unbelievable. Those Imperial scum...”

He didn’t know his cell mate. But at least he knew she was on the same side. His voice was low, gruff, but not unkind. ”I’m Finch.”
11-19-2023, 08:46 AM
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'The tall one is careless. It would be easy to slip something past him.

The short one only comes in the morning shifts. They always seem a bit groggy.

The dark one is impatient They seem to want to rush in and out of here as quickly as we do.'


The list of things to remember grew larger by the minute. By now Nymeria had memorized the daily routine of prison life. She knew who was a guard, and more importantly, which of them took their job more seriously. If she could play her cards right, she'd be able to craft a plan that could get her out in safely and have her home for dinner.

The shuffling of movement had grown closer, causing the girl to loose her concentration for a moment. Her ocean glass orbs flickered sideways to make out the figure of her cellmate, the darker colored boy, observing the world through the bars. He called out for someone, desperation laced in every word. Coal. She didn't know the name, but her interest peaked as she observed the man.

"Good morning, sleepy head." It was a slight tease, though her words lacked the enthusiasm they may normally had contained. Nymeria could tell he was in rough shape and was feeling the consequences of his actions. If only she had some kind of herbs, perhaps then she could help him feel better. But alas, she didn't, and so the two of them would have to suffer here together.

He made a comment about the politics that landed them there in the cell and she couldn't do much more than chuckle. "They got me, too." She repeated with a flick of an ear. It appeared they had gotten a lot of them. Maybe all of them. Nymeria looked between the bars again, taking note of the numerous dark outlined figures in adjecent cells. Was there any Jacobite left out there to continue the fight?

Her brow's furrowed at the thought, only fueling the fact that she needed to get out as soon as possible. For now, though, her attention turned to her cellmate and the reality they found themselves in. He introduced imself as Finch and she dipped her head in greeting. "Nice to meet you, Finch. I wish it was under better cirumstances." You know, not behind bars. "I'm Nymeria."

"Who's Coal?" The question was sudden, though Nymeria didn't truly mean to pry. There just wasn't much better conversation topics to be had at a time like this.

we can be heroes, just for one day



@Finch
(This post was last modified: 11-21-2023, 01:02 PM by Nymeria.)
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