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Ulrich spat the blood from his mouth on the ground, a low rumble of burning fury emitting from his chest. His gaze burned with hatred as he watched the mutilated form of a black monkey hobble along past his cell. The beast smile a wicked grin at him, hitting the bars with a stick as he poked at the orange ket. He was too far back for it to reach him. He bared his teeth at the monster as it laughed and moved on. The orange male settled in, getting comfortable as he waited. He let his anger burn, but he didn't let it out. Oh no, he was saving it. When he got free he would channel that fury as he tore through those smug demons. In the shadows another ket moved. "Be still, Ulrich." She said in soothing tones. Though the anger the burned in her eyes was comparable to his. This was an odd look in the normally gentle female. "We do not wish to draw any more attention to ourselves." The male eyed her, and nodded. Ikhanya was such a gentle soul. She did not belong in such a harsh prison in some ruins in the middle of nowhere. Her body was covered in injuries by those black things. The two had ran into one another as she was searching for her king. Ulrich didn't care much for this winter king she cared so much for. But her gentle nature had struck a cord with him. She reminded him of his mother. He ended up unable to tell her no when she asked for his help. A whole lot of good that did them. They had been ambushed by a large force of monsters. Though they had fought valiantly, they were captured in the end. Bound and brought to this dark, dank place where they were left to rot as those beast gloated.

Now something had changed in their demeanor. The air was filled with an excitement as they rushed about. Soon they were left in silence as they rushed to gather somewhere. They could no longer hear anyone. Heaving himself up off of the ground Ulrich inspected the lock. The charcoal fantail rose as well to stand beside him. She watched him curious as he began to fill with it, using his smallest claw to tease the tumblers. His tail twitched in in concentration. Then a noise caught his ear. He pulled back, not wanting to be discovered. The sound came from the shadows above. A silken voice purred from the darkness. "The great Ulrich, locked up like some common criminal. Caliban would be so proud." Ulrich's head shot up. The form of Rawlings slipped from the darkness. "Not any prouder of a lead hunter that can't take on a pinchypolly." The brown female smirked. "And here I am, here to rescue my pack-mate, and all he can do is insult me. That's the thanks I get. perhaps I should leave you here."

"We don't need your help, thanks." Ulrich replied. "I can get out just fine."
Another form appeared out from the shadows, making a beeline for the cell. "Kosuyu!" Ikhanya exclaimed, her face lighting up. "Ikhanya! We came to help you."
"How did you know we were here?" Ulrich asked.
"I saw you get captured. Caliban had sent me to fetch you." Inwardly Ulrich thought it was pretty impressive that she had managed to follow him through that storm. But he would never admit it. He let Rawlings pick the long, the old door groaning in its unoiled hinges. Ikhanya burst out and fell into Kosuyu, her eyes filling with tears. "They are after our king." She said.
"I know." The bronze male said, his voice grave. "They have succeeded in capturing him." Ikhanya pulled back with a choked cry.
"We need to hurry."
Ikhanya gulped. Stealing herself, she nodded firmly.

As they moved off Rawling and Ulrich hung back. It seemed they had been forgotten. The hunter raised her brow and began to walk back to where she had come. She had no intentions of rescuing this 'king'. But Ulrich followed after the others. There was no way he was going to leave without enacting some revenge. Deep down he also was driven by a desire to still help Ikhanya. He also felt like this was a tarnish on his honor. He had told this female that he would help her and ended landing in prison with her. He had to make up for this. If shredding a few of those ugly things, or their boss, would help: he would happily do it. Oh, this was going to be fun. He licked his lips in anticipation.

Rawling shrugged her shoulders. Was he serious? Shaking her head, she also followed. If she didn't bring back Ulrich Caliban would be furious. Plus, she had left her little slave unattended. Best to get this over quickly before Feiris got the bright idea of running off. They moved swiftly and quietly. The ruins were silent and crumbling. Ravaged by time the entire place was decaying. It was almost sad. They reached a section where the hall split. Looking left and right Kosuyu wondered where they should go. That was when Rawlings took the left, Ulrich close behind. The other two followed. Why not? It wasn't like they knew where to go. As they walked the faint sounds of whooping an hollering could be heard. Again Ulrich was impressed with his comrade. Her senses were fine tuned for the act of hunting They stuck close as they moved through the dark halls, following the noise. Gradually, they detected light beginning to fill the area. They slowed. Not far ahead the hall was fid with light the spilled through a doorway. Ornate carving that once surrounded the frame were now chipped and worn beyond recognition. None of them bothered to try and decipher it. The tumultuous noise was loud now, coming from the room beyond the door. Whet ever lay ahead, was not good. They all took a breath and moved towards the light.

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Ulrich spat the blood from his mouth on the ground, a low rumble of burning fury emitting from his chest. His gaze burned with hatred as he watched the mutilated form of a black monkey hobble along past his cell. The beast smile a wicked grin at him, hitting the bars with a stick as he poked at the orange ket. He was too far back for it to reach him. He bared his teeth at the monster as it laughed and moved on. The orange male settled in, getting comfortable as he waited. He let his anger burn, but he didn't let it out. Oh no, he was saving it. When he got free he would channel that fury as he tore through those smug demons. In the shadows another ket moved. "Be still, Ulrich." She said in soothing tones. Though the anger the burned in her eyes was comparable to his. This was an odd look in the normally gentle female. "We do not wish to draw any more attention to ourselves." The male eyed her, and nodded. Ikhanya was such a gentle soul. She did not belong in such a harsh prison in some ruins in the middle of nowhere. Her body was covered in injuries by those black things. The two had ran into one another as she was searching for her king. Ulrich didn't care much for this winter king she cared so much for. But her gentle nature had struck a cord with him. She reminded him of his mother. He ended up unable to tell her no when she asked for his help. A whole lot of good that did them. They had been ambushed by a large force of monsters. Though they had fought valiantly, they were captured in the end. Bound and brought to this dark, dank place where they were left to rot as those beast gloated.

Now something had changed in their demeanor. The air was filled with an excitement as they rushed about. Soon they were left in silence as they rushed to gather somewhere. They could no longer hear anyone. Heaving himself up off of the ground Ulrich inspected the lock. The charcoal fantail rose as well to stand beside him. She watched him curious as he began to fill with it, using his smallest claw to tease the tumblers. His tail twitched in in concentration. Then a noise caught his ear. He pulled back, not wanting to be discovered. The sound came from the shadows above. A silken voice purred from the darkness. "The great Ulrich, locked up like some common criminal. Caliban would be so proud." Ulrich's head shot up. The form of Rawlings slipped from the darkness. "Not any prouder of a lead hunter that can't take on a pinchypolly." The brown female smirked. "And here I am, here to rescue my pack-mate, and all he can do is insult me. That's the thanks I get. perhaps I should leave you here."

"We don't need your help, thanks." Ulrich replied. "I can get out just fine."
Another form appeared out from the shadows, making a beeline for the cell. "Kosuyu!" Ikhanya exclaimed, her face lighting up. "Ikhanya! We came to help you."
"How did you know we were here?" Ulrich asked.
"I saw you get captured. Caliban had sent me to fetch you." Inwardly Ulrich thought it was pretty impressive that she had managed to follow him through that storm. But he would never admit it. He let Rawlings pick the long, the old door groaning in its unoiled hinges. Ikhanya burst out and fell into Kosuyu, her eyes filling with tears. "They are after our king." She said.
"I know." The bronze male said, his voice grave. "They have succeeded in capturing him." Ikhanya pulled back with a choked cry.
"We need to hurry."
Ikhanya gulped. Stealing herself, she nodded firmly.

As they moved off Rawling and Ulrich hung back. It seemed they had been forgotten. The hunter raised her brow and began to walk back to where she had come. She had no intentions of rescuing this 'king'. But Ulrich followed after the others. There was no way he was going to leave without enacting some revenge. Deep down he also was driven by a desire to still help Ikhanya. He also felt like this was a tarnish on his honor. He had told this female that he would help her and ended landing in prison with her. He had to make up for this. If shredding a few of those ugly things, or their boss, would help: he would happily do it. Oh, this was going to be fun. He licked his lips in anticipation.

Rawling shrugged her shoulders. Was he serious? Shaking her head, she also followed. If she didn't bring back Ulrich Caliban would be furious. Plus, she had left her little slave unattended. Best to get this over quickly before Feiris got the bright idea of running off. They moved swiftly and quietly. The ruins were silent and crumbling. Ravaged by time the entire place was decaying. It was almost sad. They reached a section where the hall split. Looking left and right Kosuyu wondered where they should go. That was when Rawlings took the left, Ulrich close behind. The other two followed. Why not? It wasn't like they knew where to go. As they walked the faint sounds of whooping an hollering could be heard. Again Ulrich was impressed with his comrade. Her senses were fine tuned for the act of hunting They stuck close as they moved through the dark halls, following the noise. Gradually, they detected light beginning to fill the area. They slowed. Not far ahead the hall was fid with light the spilled through a doorway. Ornate carving that once surrounded the frame were now chipped and worn beyond recognition. None of them bothered to try and decipher it. The tumultuous noise was loud now, coming from the room beyond the door. Whet ever lay ahead, was not good. They all took a breath and moved towards the light.