The Accursed

[RainbowDaringDash]

The sun was high, the sky was cloudy, and the rain was high. It was a beautiful day in the land, and for all its inhabitants it was a glorious day of the birthday of the lord of the empire. There was trumpets, and people screaming out in joy, celebrating their beloved lords birthday. Even though it was raining, everyone was outside, the lord more important then some bad weather. The day was perfect.

But, for the unlucky souls at the prison, the day was hell. The guards were ignoring everything that they said. They were only there to get paid insane amounts for working on this day. All the prisoners were starving, the guards just laughing and talking. The prisoners who got to roudy were getting slaughtered, it was just stupid fun for the guards. Though in one part of the prison, in a secure cell there was a prisoner, who on arrival had been thrown in there, and he was instantly isolated from the rest of the prison. There was five guards watching him. At the same time, in the cell right next to him, sat another prisoner, who also had the same guards watching him. Neither of them had actually done much to get thrown in here, but something had happened, something about them scared people. What, neither of them knew what it was.

 

[SeaJay]

Cold. Damp. Ragged.

These are the words he would choose to describe his condition. Sprig, thought bringing his long spindly legs closer to him, and wrapping his equally lithe arms around them in an effort to conserve body heat. However, his efforts were in vain, the icy chill that only a place as horrid as this could muster, still chilled him to the bone. To put matters simply, he was not having the most pleasant time.

 A prison. The prison

The words set bitterly on his tongue resulting in an uncharacteristic frown. To think he been thrown into a prison. Not only a prison but THE prison. Oh, no. This was not some two bit single celled holding station. Why, that would be too simple. No, this was that place one only hears in gruelish tales depicting the horros within. He wasn't even certain of its existence until he was thrown into the very place. 

The young teacher let out a tired sigh as he brought up a hand to adjust his shades, only to curl it into a fist as he remembered that they had been confiscated upon his containment. Why? He didn't know. Perhaps the sadistic gaurds favored seeing his pale blue lightless gaze. Some sort of power trip? Or possibly to further bring down his morale. Either way it was completely unnecessary. He could understand confiscating his cane as it could be used as a weapon. He only hoped they hadn't figured out the concealed blade within. But his shades? Truly a brutish act.

Despite his current condition and morale standpoint, the thing that really hurt the most was the events that led up to this point. He had been teaching when they came. All his little students in the merriest of moods eagerly working on the Birthday cards for the king. Surely the king would never really receive them but, Sprig encouraged it none the less as it was a very thoughtful gesture and the children seemed to enjoy it. They had been working so hard on their studies so a treat such as that was well deserved. Alas, the happy atmosphere came stuttering to an abrupt halt as gaurds forced their way into the class room to arrest the teacher. What for he didn't know. He was too shocked to ask. The only statement he remembered uttering was :  Please...don't make a show in front of the children...I'll come quietly...don't hurt them.

And with that he was tussled more than necessary out the door away from his now silent class. What did they think of him now? The person that they always trusted led away in cuffs.  He remembered hearing hushed murmurings from others. Though couldn't quite make put what they were saying.  It didn't matter. He was in here now, isolated from the world. Well...almost isolated. He was not sure but he thought he caught whiff of someone in the cell next to his. The place reeked of mold and other unsavory things. Though, he was sure that something or someone close by minus the gaurds of course. Perhaps they knew the reason behind their detainment. 

"Um...hello there...fellow in the next cell." He called out in greeting.  He pressing his back futher against the cold wall straining his ears for a response.A little surprised at the sound of his own voice sounding so tired and unsure absent of it's usually cheery tone. He wasn't sure if he was allowed to talk. If it was against the rules. However,he could care less of the bloody rules at the moment. "Perhaps you may know why these Gents have thrown us into this miserable hole?" Emphasing the word gents with as much sarcasm he could muster. Sprig was not the aggressive type. Passive-aggressive...well that was another story.

[RainbowDaringDash]

Black sat against the wall in his cell. The place was damp, waaaay to damp for his liking, despite his history of having spent hours in the rain without caring. That was normally different, he had his gear, but this... This was just, well, damp. Freezing damp. The rain was splashing him from the window in his cell, hitting his feathers. Despite how cold it was, he really didn't care at all about it. He looked down at himself, barely wearing more then tunic and trousers. 

He knew where he was. He was in a prison that housed some of the most roudy prisoners. He had heard about it before, but well, he didn't think he had actually DONE anything that would get him thrown in here. This place housed mass murderers, war prisoners, hell, it even held past kings who had broken the rules, but for a thief? This wasn't the kind of place you throw someone in. 

Black closed his eyes, leaning against the wall, thinking back to how he had been caught. He remembered he had just been laying down on a hill in a park, only... a day or two before now. He remembers laying on the hill, eating peacefully. That, was his off day, the day that he normally took to himself, one of the few days he actually let his guard down to relax. Him letting his own guard down well... he guessed it got him caught. Black's ears twitch when he remembers the yelling, it sounded like someone who had a injured throat, as his voice was a little croaky, but it was clear enough. 

Black couldn't put up much of a fight. He had his weapons with him, but they were hung in a tree so they could dry off, and with the suprise of the strike, he didn't even get a chance to put up a fight. Opening his eyes, he made a mental note to get the guard who had punched him in the face so hard it gave him a black eye, if he ever got out that is. He went back to thinking about what he could have done to get in here. Punching the ground, he growled, looking at his fist after, realizing they had taken his ring, as well as his ear piercings. Thankfully he knew how to get them in himself, but they had always brang him luck. How would he have used the rings as weapons? Or the piercings? He growled again, then sighed, going back to leaning against the wall. He had made a promise, he wasn't going to break it. 

He was about to close his eyes and try and get some sleep when he heard a voice from the wall behind him. He wasn't aware that anyone else had been thrown in this part of the prison, the part where the prisoner who they couldn't contain go, even though he had done nothing, upon arrival he had been thrown in here.

"No, i don't..." He replied with a little of a disappointed attitude. Normally he didn't show emotion, though right now he felt a little vulnerable. He wondered something, then made sure that the person would hear. 

"Don't suppose you have any idea Mr?"

 

[SeaJay]

"Sprig. And no I'm afraid I know nothing on my end as well." He stated simply filling in his name to further answer the other prisoner's question. Despite the fact that his supposed block mate or cell mate which ever seemed to fit the bill, knew nothing as well- just the presences of another made him fill somewhat more at ease. They may be in an awful situation but, it could be worse.

...He could be alone.

Sprig sat up straighter propping himself against the wall in a more up right manor. If he were to be in this wretched place he might as well find some sort of comfort.  "Tell me sir. If we are to be on equal grounds , how might I address thee?" 

As he waited for a response the mossy locked stallion idly ran his fingers over the hard mildewed wall. He resisting the urge to cringe as he passed over a particular unsavorble part. It seemed to others that the blind stallion was simply busying his hands however, this was not the case. This was merely a decoy, as said stallion was currently taking notes of his surroundings. The air smelled of musk and mold, indicating the air was stale leaving him to beileve that it was rather old. The wetness of the walls and rough jagged texture could only be that of erosion. And where there was erosion there was freedom. He refused to rot in this place. Sprig didn't know how long it would take but, he would make his escape or die trying...preferably not the later. He only hope that the other male had the same intensions. "No need for shyness. As I do not bite. And if I did...well, the smell of this place has expelled my appitiate." He chuckled.

[RainbowDaringDash]

Blackwing sighed, a little annoyed that he didn't know anything about what was going on, though he didn't let it get to him. After he finished talking, Blackwing looked around, noticing that the guards seemed to be caring little about them at all. Looking at the walls, they looked weak... but not weak enough to break through, it would still take several weeks, or months, but he didn't want to wait that long to get the heck out of here. 

"The names Blackwing, and i doubt we are on equal grounds, im probably way below you, if anyone cared" He said, the last bit with a bit of sarcasm. He was a thief, but even before he was, he didn't like rules, he didn't like regulations, and he hated the royalty class. He didn't mind the king, and many others he had seen in public, but the idea of the royal class made him sick. He shook the thoughts out of his head, looking at the guards. 

"When do you think the guards will bring us food?" He asked. He didn't like this place at all. All of a sudden he growled, clamping both ears shut. The prisoners were shouting in joy, the sound of boots walking everywhere was getting louder and louder, and Blackwings sensative hearing was getting a little painful, but it was worse then normal, not knowing what was happening. After a minute it died down, letting Black relax.