Nightyblaze

Kimara • Cub The prison dens were a terrifying place. Dark and damp, a place that reeked of mold and decay. The damp, musty air clings to Kimara's golden fur like a clammy embrace. Kimara thinks it'll cling to her for days, like an unwanted stink. Each breath she takes is suffocating, like the air itself refuses to be inhaled. Perhaps she's made a poor decision coming down here, but she's gotta keep going. The cavern stretches out before her, dimly lit by the stray rays of sunlight that slip in through the cracks in the cavern's ceiling. Her paw steps echo softly in the chamber, as guards and their charges mull about. They don't seem to notice the tiny lion cub exploring where she should not. She pauses for a moment and looks back towards the cavern's entrance and gestures for the others to follow her. She approaches one of the cells and peers inside the darkness, she thinks she can make out something... or someone. "H-hello?" She calls out into the darkness. Reth • Guard

Reth lay in his side with his head resting on a forearm where he stared at the gray wall of the prisoners’ cave. He had guarded the entrance to this very cave, ensuring that the prisoner in question did not make any attempts to escape as he awaited his execution. Funny how things turned out, huh? Truth be told, he appreciated the break from his duties… but he’d rather have to do them than to stand accused of regicide. Sara seethed in the shadows, her bright pelt washing aflame when the light of day reached into the recesses of the cavern. Engenazimvakalelo was restless, his large shape merely a hulking silhouette moving back and forth on paws that could crack a smaller animal’s skull should the strike fly true; on the other hand, Taal snored away peacefully in a corner without a care in the world other than when his next meal would come. The guard lead had approached them with an idea only days before: escape. It would be easier said than done, though. They would have to