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Post by illɘgal on Mar 18, 2024 21:51:08 GMT -7
A small, slim phantom wound through the cold tunnels beneath the Helkaer land, copper eyes naturally adjusting to the dark lighting as it moved. Her hoof beats were quiet as she walked, attempting to catch her mother's prisoners unawares by sneaking up on them. She often came down to the cells to observe as many as she could - mostly wanting to see how the captivity could be affecting them. Would they be going insane? Talking to themselves? Pacing in circles? The young Helkaer was curious, always curious. When her brothers were off doing.. well, whatever they did, this is where the filly enjoyed spending her time. There was something about the twisted psychological torture that could occur down here that she liked more than learning how to hunt or attack others. No, leave that business to the boys. The morning chill had seeped down into the stone beneath her hooves and the youngling's breath was becoming more and more visible the further down she went. The cambion passed a concerned guard, eyes narrowing in a challenge as she stalked by him. Her ears flicked back in displeasure as he left in the direction she came, assuming she was going to inform her mother of her morning exploits. Maleficent continued, unafraid, quietly perusing the cells. There were only a handful of prisoners at the moment, but she was curious about each one. How many could the filly talk to before the general came down to reprimand her? Only one way to find out. The blue roan paused at one of the larger caves, orange eyes resting on a large bay stallion. She carefully leaned near the entrance, ears flicked forward in interest. You must be new here, she started with false, childlike enthusiasm. I hope you are enjoying your stay! Is there anything I can get for you?speechTAG + ebonite + and Casi! WORDS 300+ TIMELINE winter, before Regina is imprisoned, Mal ~4 months old Harlan will be show up later, sorry this is a little all over the place!
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Post by + ebonite + on Apr 17, 2024 20:54:28 GMT -7
The fact that it felt like he'd been here an eternity and it had only been a few days made this all the more maddening for Casi. His body was coiled with rage and it was only through past experiences that he was able to quell it down without lashing out irrationally. He could not afford to make mistakes here. He was in real danger in the Outlands, a fact that he'd become sobered to when Harlan had put him in this cave. A horse who had not survived the cold, harsh winters camped out at Mount Vigilum might have had a harder time adjusting to the chilly temperatures in this underground prison. Thankfully, Casi had, and his coldblooded heritage made it even less harsh. These facts did not make it pleasant, however. He still longed for the gentle warmth of Omashu and for his friends and his family. Gidge would not be taking this steal lightly. Casi only had to wait for his mate to challenge for him, or barring that, Casi would challenge for his own freedom. It had been a while since he had been in a proper fight, but that didn't mean his muscle memory had abandoned him. He'd been trained since he could walk. He would probably even enjoy it. He frowned. The thought didn't disturb him as much as it should have. I have changed, he thought bitterly. Listening intently, he could hear footsteps coming toward him. It wasn't hard, given how much the cave echoed, and given there really wasn't much else to do here. He had all the time in the world to think and spiral. Anything changing was a welcome distraction from that. As he watched, a filly appeared at the entrance of his cell. Well, he hadn't been expecting that. What was a child doing wandering around here? But then he caught the glimpse of the biohazard symbol on her leg and he understood. The Helkaer had long coveted cambions. Of course they would have a few wandering around the cells. Even a child could infect someone with their deadly disease if they got a lucky bite in. 'You must be new here,' she said to him, revealing that she had been here often enough to know what prisoners were new. Definitely not as innocent as she sounded. 'I hope you are enjoying your stay! Is there anything I can get for you?' she said to him. He smiled at her, though it still felt like a shadow of ones he used to give. Even in jest. He knew full well that this child had no interest in helping him. "No, I don't suspect I'll be here for much longer and I wouldn't want to waste resources," he said to her, his tone as pleasant as ever, as if he weren't talking to this child as a prisoner. "I'm Casimiro. What's your name?" he asked, though he half-expected her to either not tell him or lie to him. Well, at least with the latter he'd have a different way to refer to her other than "the child." profiletag illɘgaltimeline a few days after he talks to harlan notes <33 "Speech"
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