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He was growing sick of his imprisonment. What had started as a fair arrangement had devoted into something unsatisfying, and now he was here without a purpose. Really, he should have left long ago, disappeared into the night with Understar -- but he hadn't. He had no place to go. That was why Ryker stayed day after day, allowing these fools to imprison him, because he'd lost his home and he had nothing left to keep him company.
The bengal sighed as he shifted to stare idly out of the prison, his gaze dark and discontent. He ought to leave, but he didn't want to, not when it meant starting off alone. The proud hunter had seen what happened to cats that roamed alone. He didn't want that life. But what else was there?
Warden of Primal Instinct ♦ High Priest of BrookClan ♦ MedCat of WaterClan
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Post by Primordialhaze on Dec 7, 2018 21:58:52 GMT -5
"Perk up Ryker." Acacia meowed choosing to settle into a comfortable position next to him. She had watched his for a time peering out into the world and wondered what he was thinking. "Are you thinking of home?"
"Something like that." He didn't look at the she-cat as he spoke. He hadn't told anybody his old home had exiled him when he tried to go back - not like anyone would think to ask, anyway. His bengal pelt marked his blood, and who had ever heard of Vera turning out one of her own? His chin rested on his paws and Ryker sighed. "Why haven't you left?"
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Post by Primordialhaze on Dec 8, 2018 19:19:46 GMT -5
Acacia sighed, “I could try. They would likely catch me.” She thought back on her sister and brother. “I was a rogue before I got captured and then Understar stole some dayclan kits and I was their adoptive mother. I guess a lot has happened here it almost feels like home. Maybe it could be if they would ever accept me.”
It didn't matter to him if he was caught - but then, it was different for him. He did not plan on dying, but he always knew in a one-on-one match against most of these cats he could take care of them and manage to get away. He was not the strongest of his family, but he didn't have to be: League cats were trained to strike hard and cause lasting damage, unlike clan cats, and the average warrior that didn't expect those tactics would be defenseless. His tail swished as he looked out thoughtfully, then shook his head.
"That's where they get you, but don't believe it. You're still a prisoner; they will never accept you fully."
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Post by Primordialhaze on Dec 13, 2018 1:21:40 GMT -5
"Maybe not. But maybe... just maybe... my kits will learn too." she didnt know why she was so attached to them. It seemed over half of them woudlnt even care if she keeled over and died right there. She sighed audibly and blinked at Ryker. "Why are you still here?" She blinked again her head tipping in question. "You could probably manage a decent escape and even disappear."
Ryker blinked. Kits. He had forgotten about those, strangely enough. He was a father himself, though he'd never met his young. Their mother had left prison and fled back to her clan before they were born; he didn't even know how many there were, or if any of them had survived. Maybe it was safer that way. "I guess..." Ryker stopped, then sighed deeply. "Well, I don't know what I'd do, really. I guess that's why I haven't tried. One of these days, maybe, I'll decide freedom or death is better than this." One day, he would not take the easy route of just lying here day after day.
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Post by Primordialhaze on Dec 15, 2018 13:41:39 GMT -5
"Its strange huh? How easy it is to accept that this is just the way it is." she sighed once more. A final deep sad sigh. "If you ever try to leave let me know. Maybe I can distract them for you. Give you a head start."
Ryker glanced at her strangely. "Why would you do that? I don't even know you. I wouldn't come back to break you out. And it would ruin any chance you have of ever joining them."
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Post by Primordialhaze on Dec 15, 2018 14:18:37 GMT -5
"I guess in a sense I do not have the same problems with other cats as your group and clan cats do. I do not think you are all bad. Matter fact as a rogue we accepted anyone who wanted to carry their own weight." she gave him a small smile. "The distraction wouldnt have to be something obvious. We are nearly ill down here anyways. A cat going into convulsions isnt necessarily voluntary." she chuckled "I woudlnt expect you to return for me, only to remember me."
He had never met a cat that didn't have their own interests at heart, that helped for a reason other than their own benefit. And he couldn't believe there was a cat out there that wasn't self-serving, either: there was no sense to it. What would be their purpose in life? How would they even survive? Studying her, Ryker couldn't discern what she would get out of this, and it made him a little suspicious - but a little hopeful as well. He did not have to repay his debt once it was free, and he was tempted.
The bengal turned to study the entrance for a few moments longer. "They'll kill you, if they find out. Maybe formally... maybe just a prison guard with a grudge in the dark."
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Post by Primordialhaze on Dec 15, 2018 15:41:02 GMT -5
Acacia shrugged, her mind wondering for a moment to the curly pelt tom who visited her just for a good conversation. "I dont think they will find out. Plus I have someone watching out for me." She gave a small content smile. "If you want to go home or anywhere really. Ill do what i can to get you there."
His gaze turned to meet hers at that, and his ears twitched back. That's a mistake. Whoever her mystery friend was, she ought to know better than to believe anyone was really looking after her, especially her enemy. If he had to guess, the tom was either playing her to get information, or was bound to get himself locked up right beside her. That's not your business, though, he reminded himself, and suppressing a sigh, just nodded to her. "I appreciate the support," he said instead.
