The whole scene was hopeless, the walk hadn't tired the Moonkeeper completely but she could feel an ache in her calves beginning, and mentally she was exhausted. She'd run over every way they could escape that she could think of in her head twice, but nothing had seemed like it would work, and now they'd run out of time for that. She balked for only a moment at the top of the hill when they reached the camp but a hard shove to her lower back had her jerking forward with the rest. Her violet eyes jumped around to everything they passed furtively, the fires, the tents, the other Ixal who showed no interest, and the wolves. Their state was deplorable and she winced as they passed, curling her tail tight against her leg and slicking her ears back, they were vicious beasts, maybe that was why the prisoners were here. To be lunch.
The thought made her sick and her heart sped up in tempo, they didn't however stop at the creatures and she eased slightly, another fate then. The hollow they came to face stunned her, not just because of how damp and disgusting it was, but because it already had occupants. There were already five other people here and her mouth dropped open at the state of them, five others, that meant five others she had to find a way to save. That wouldn't be easy but her jaw set as she took a deep breath and was shoved into the small space with the others near a Highlander with faded and sad eyes. The mud squished uncomfortably beneath her, and though it smelled bad it smelled better than the village had to her sensitive nose.
She took quick stock, eyes dancing over each occupant quickly, only two of them seemed different...a fidgeting Sunseeker and a stoic looking Duskwight. S'imba was plopped in the mud near her and already he was struggling, he'd spat at the guard and she winced, they'd kill him if he wasn't careful. Kill her no less. She leaned forward, bumping her head against his shoulder, "Calm yourself S'imba, didn't you hear him? Break your bonds and they'll hobble you, now is not the time" she murmured quietly. Now wasn't the time for them to try and escape, the camp was alive and buzzing with activity, the guards were at an all time high and their wolves were already excited. Now would be suicide. Looking at the other prisoners she wasn't sure that some of them wouldn't prefer that, but she preferred life and for them to live.
"We need to watch them" she added, eyes darting back out to the Ixal, taking note of where guards stood, if anyone was watching them. Preparation was key...if only she knew how much time they had, or what they were waiting for. Her head craned again towards the vibrant Sunseeker and his companion before she leaned slightly closer to the Highlander. "Sir...how long have they kept you all here?" she asked softly, she was already examining him for injuries, but her violet eyes came back to those amber ones. It was really an open question however.
The thought made her sick and her heart sped up in tempo, they didn't however stop at the creatures and she eased slightly, another fate then. The hollow they came to face stunned her, not just because of how damp and disgusting it was, but because it already had occupants. There were already five other people here and her mouth dropped open at the state of them, five others, that meant five others she had to find a way to save. That wouldn't be easy but her jaw set as she took a deep breath and was shoved into the small space with the others near a Highlander with faded and sad eyes. The mud squished uncomfortably beneath her, and though it smelled bad it smelled better than the village had to her sensitive nose.
She took quick stock, eyes dancing over each occupant quickly, only two of them seemed different...a fidgeting Sunseeker and a stoic looking Duskwight. S'imba was plopped in the mud near her and already he was struggling, he'd spat at the guard and she winced, they'd kill him if he wasn't careful. Kill her no less. She leaned forward, bumping her head against his shoulder, "Calm yourself S'imba, didn't you hear him? Break your bonds and they'll hobble you, now is not the time" she murmured quietly. Now wasn't the time for them to try and escape, the camp was alive and buzzing with activity, the guards were at an all time high and their wolves were already excited. Now would be suicide. Looking at the other prisoners she wasn't sure that some of them wouldn't prefer that, but she preferred life and for them to live.
"We need to watch them" she added, eyes darting back out to the Ixal, taking note of where guards stood, if anyone was watching them. Preparation was key...if only she knew how much time they had, or what they were waiting for. Her head craned again towards the vibrant Sunseeker and his companion before she leaned slightly closer to the Highlander. "Sir...how long have they kept you all here?" she asked softly, she was already examining him for injuries, but her violet eyes came back to those amber ones. It was really an open question however.
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