Board Thread:Roleplaying/@comment-31191359-20171107013649/@comment-32004538-20171224163502

......I'mma terrible person.....

I'M SOORRY

Clears Throat Okay now where to start so i can catch up in one comment....

Ashira stayed quiet after her chat with Silver.

Soup had been brought, but she had turned it away. She felt her neck and grimaced, wondering what they would do to her. Lock her up? Kill her?

She didn't know.

She didn't know anything anymore.

Silver didn't say anything either, merely watched the dark-colored wolf.

It felt like days slipped by, but she couldn't tell. These woods were always nighttime, always dark. Were days different here? Maybe there would be a time when the sun rose, spreading light across this darkened forest. Would that be a day, to this forest?

She started losing track of names, and had to shake herself to clear her thoughts. Even then, they jumbled back into a mess a few minutes later.

"You do know why they keep us here, right?"

Ashira blinked. Silver. Right.

"Because they're frightened of us. Of what we can do."

"You're right there, but..." Silver trailed off. "I heard some of the guards talking about us, and -"

"Guards?"

The small cat blinked. "Yeah. You thought we were just staying in here for no reason? I wasn't trying to get out because if they saw me, they'd throw me back in. Not that I would. This actually helps." She waved a paw at the collar.

"You've...said so, I think. Felt like months ago when you did."

"It may have been. Who knows?" She shrugged. "But the guards think we're of Phantom blood."

Ashira froze. "Phantom blood? What does that mean?"

"Phantoms don't just electrocute Jammers. They take some back, make them work. There was a point in time where they kidnapped a bunch of Jammers and forced them to work. I think they called the infected Jammers the Unknown." (cough Slave of the Phantoms cough) Silver sighed. "There were some Jammers who nearly became Unknown, but the escaped when a couple of animals made the factory explode. Jamaa didn't realize this at first, but when an arctic wolf, a...falcon? Eagle? and a snow leopard told their tale, Jammers became frightened. Some didn't, and so they had children, and the children had children, and so on." She shrugged.

Ashira's mind was abuzz. "So, that means..."

It made sense, now, why her parents would abandon a pup on the streets. (Just so you all know, the backstory was planned soon after I made Ashira. Kept on meaning to write a story but never did. :p) Afraid of what may come? she wondered. But if they had Phantom blood running through their veins...

"It may be true. Or it may be false." Silver shrugged. "The eagle, arctic wolf, and snow leopard had another thing in common - they were all related, sons and daughters - or great-great-great-great-great-great-great - you get what I mean - of Mira and Zios."

"So, we've either got the blood of Phantoms, the worst enemy Jamaa has ever seen, in us, or the blood of the creators of everything."

"Maybe. Maybe not. Maybe we were just born with this, nothing special about it." There was an odd note in her voice.

The door opened, and a bowl was pushed in. Before she really realized what she was doing, Ashira darted out. There was a yell, and she felt her collar being pulled back. She kept pulling forward, resisting.

''I have to tell them. Fadestep, Claw, BDK, Akurle...''

Even when she felt like she was going to choke, she kept pushing. She could tell - or hope, she didn't know which was which - the collar was breaking, snapping a bit by bit.

And finally, it broke.

It was as if she had lost her heart and now had it back - the shock of feeling whole again stunned her. The guard yelled to the other, but she turned, snapping her teeth dangerously close to his neck.

"You're going to let me go," she snarled, lifting a paw. The guard paled, as if remembering what had happened to the lion, and inside she felt digusted with herself. But the guard nodded, saying something to the other.

"You're going to unlock the door and leave it open. You will not close it when I go back in, or I will make sure you will be punished. Understood?"

The guard nodded, opening the door, and she entered, although not before raising her paw and phasing it to remind the guard of the threat. Biting their lip, they nodded, and she turned to Silver.

"C'mon, Silver. Let's get you out."

Silver nodded slowly, although she wouldn't meet the wolf's yellow optics. She frowned, bemused, but led Silver out.

The guard's eyes widened at Silver, and he fell to the ground, not meeting the jade-eyed cat's gaze. Ashira turned. "Let's get that collar off."

Silver shook her head. "Please, Ashira. Don't."

"Silver," she said, trying to be gentle, "please. I need your help in finding my..." friends. "...acquaintances."

Silver stared at the ground. "I hate my power, Ashira." Her voice grew sharp. "I hate it. It's a constant reminder of what I've lost, everytime I feel like I should use it, because -" Her eyes widened, and she closed her mouth, but Ashira's curiosity had been piqued.

"What? What is it?"

Silver exhaled. "I guess I can tell you, since...well. I wasn't born with this power, and I didn't develop it."

"Science?" Ashira guessed, but Silver shook her head.

"My sister died from a snake, and when she did...she had telekinesis. And she didn't have it for no reason. Our great-grandmother had it, but she died, and it came to Golden. Then she died, and it came to me."

Ashira blinked. "So..."

"So, having it there, everyday, just reminds me of her. And...it's hard enough experiencing it once. But every time I breathe? Every time I think, every heartbeat? It's too much, Ashira."

She hesitated, then nodded. "Okay."

Silver smiled, although it was shaky. "Now. Where might your friends be?"