01-25-2020, 02:52 PM
[glow=#000,1,400]THE WORLD IS BRIGHTER THAN THE SUN NOW THAT YOU'RE HERE — ｡+ﾟ.[/glow]
Every day was simple for her. Go to bed in the darkened, lonely cell with the label "C.V. 81" engraved on a piece of wood, slapped above the door of the bars. Then, wake up the next day, wait for the chain to be taken off by a supervisor. Then, be led out to the fields to help harvest the plants - of course, none of which were given to her. Or, some days, she'd do something else - whatever needed to be done. After a laborious day, way past sundown, slip into the musty and cold, blue-ish colored cell, get her chain put back on, and go to bed against the cold, stony tiles. Different days were better than others. Sometimes, she was used as a punching bags, others - she was given extra food. It was like this for her family for decades.
A month ago? A particularly hard day. She had to be target practice, just stand there as others clawed their way to her, to be nothing more than a living dummy. She moved, kept dodging - simply instinct. And she was harshly punished. No outside time and no communication for an entire month. When it was over, she was beaten and bruised by others who called her kind nothing but worthless witches. She was left in her cell to rot and wither away, hoping she'd die from the wounds. A sibling noticed her condition walking back to their own cell, and slipped something under.
Something that gave the winged snow leopard a chance to escape. Her chain snaps.
C.V. 81 escaped to the outside world. One which she only heard of from the chattering guards. The sky was blue, yet was reflected by blue seas. There were some many places - a meadow, filled with vibrant flowers, a forest with trees that touched the skies. Places with... some white stuff, something called snow? Rocks. It was beautiful. She wished she could see it forever and ever.
But, these would not do as places to stay. She's on the edge of starvation, of that dull, aching hunger when she stumbles upon the marsh. It is murky, filled with... what even were those things? She doesn't have any time to think about it. She collapses.
For a good five minutes. When her eyes flicker open, she is surprised to be greeted by sunlight and not the darkness, save for a lantern. The snow leopard pushes herself up from the bark of a tree, moving forward - slowly, but one step at a time. Her chain clinks but she keeps going.
A month ago? A particularly hard day. She had to be target practice, just stand there as others clawed their way to her, to be nothing more than a living dummy. She moved, kept dodging - simply instinct. And she was harshly punished. No outside time and no communication for an entire month. When it was over, she was beaten and bruised by others who called her kind nothing but worthless witches. She was left in her cell to rot and wither away, hoping she'd die from the wounds. A sibling noticed her condition walking back to their own cell, and slipped something under.
Something that gave the winged snow leopard a chance to escape. Her chain snaps.
C.V. 81 escaped to the outside world. One which she only heard of from the chattering guards. The sky was blue, yet was reflected by blue seas. There were some many places - a meadow, filled with vibrant flowers, a forest with trees that touched the skies. Places with... some white stuff, something called snow? Rocks. It was beautiful. She wished she could see it forever and ever.
But, these would not do as places to stay. She's on the edge of starvation, of that dull, aching hunger when she stumbles upon the marsh. It is murky, filled with... what even were those things? She doesn't have any time to think about it. She collapses.
For a good five minutes. When her eyes flicker open, she is surprised to be greeted by sunlight and not the darkness, save for a lantern. The snow leopard pushes herself up from the bark of a tree, moving forward - slowly, but one step at a time. Her chain clinks but she keeps going.