[ P ] Chains

RUBY RIVER
GLOWING IN
THE SUN

Upon entry to the dungeon, he felt that the soldiers had every eye on him, trying to stand taller and roll their shoulders to appear more threatening to him only due to his size. He decided to try to keep up the appearance of a hardened woodsman, lifting his head up high as they led him down a long hallway of cells. Truth be told, they might as well have shackled him as well...he felt the weight of chains every day that he had to spend without Cyrill. He tried to keep himself busy about his homestead, but often would find himself lingering around areas that he would usually share company with his...his mate. That official part of their relationship still did not feel real to him, but he cherished the thought nevertheless, the tips of his ears growing warm to reminisce on the opalescent male's delicate kisses and tender embrace.

He had to stifle a saddened whine behind the parcel he carried in his jaws as he watched the soldier ahead of him stop. Sundstol approached warily, lowering himself next to the iron bars and dropping the parcel from his mouth to bellow gently, “Cyrill...?" He hadn't meant for his voice to shake, but Sundstol was suddenly overcome with emotion to even have the opportunity to see where he had left his heart behind. Gods have mercy on these soldiers if he discovered that his beloved had suffered any form maltreatment.

@“Cyrill"

Wash me over,
Show me where you run...

Roll me deeper in your tide,
Take my spirit, take my mind,
Take me over to that other side...

code by claerie ~ art by ashon

THREAD TITLE MUSE

His poor bear! Luckily for Sund, he would find that the solders were being *very* polite. Too polite, almost. One of them had skittered away from the bars with an 'Okay!' in response to something he had demanded, though at Sund's voice he poked his head against the bars and brightened broadly. He had a small puncture on his cheek, likely from the fact that he'd had to be subdued, but it had already begun to heal and would likely leave only the smallest of marks.
"Ah, there you are!" he sighed, a sound of relief more than anything. The bars were wide enough for his nose to get through, and so he pressed a soft smooch to his cheek,"Are you well? How is Inga? Have you seen my cat? Nobody has been cruel to you, have they?"
Uh--excuse me, YOU are the behind the bars, Cyrill.
..And yet, his cell was quite neat and tidy, he had a larger amount of water and food in there than anybody else--and was that a whole bed?
Apparently, behind behind the bars did not mean he was any less domineering than before, and the soldiers had likely been made to bow to his demands-- or worse, deal with him.

"Oh, don't look so sad. I'll be out of here soon." he paused,"...Sooner rather than later, I think." Whispers through the bars....already, one of the ones accused of treason had been broken out in the night, whisked away in silence under cover of dark.
"...Sundstol, listen to me. No matter what, I'll protect you, okay? ....If anything happens, I want you to go to my classroom in the college. There is a door there, and within it is a bunker. A safe space, so to speak. You will have to move a few tiles to reach it, but you'll be safe there until I can get to you."

RUBY RIVER
GLOWING IN
THE SUN

To hear his voice again made Sundstol's heart flutter and break into pieces all at once. He pressed his cheek against the bars and closed his eyes as he accepted the small male's kiss. Sund pulled away only to try to return the same affections, but was disappointed to find that his muzzle was too large to fit through. The most he was able to do was press his snout between a couple bars to flick his tongue outward to graze a tiny pink nose. "Cyrill...I-" He cut himself off, his brows furrowing, not understanding why it was that he could have lived a solitary life for so many years only to discover that without having the fierce medic alongside him seemed to destroy him from the inside out. He lowered his voice, his eyes traveling to his large scuffling paws. "I miss you...and so does Inga...and yes, your feline did find it's way to my place also..."

At the mention of cruelty against him, he had to betray a small smile, knowing how all he had to do was glance at soldiers for them to avoid eye contact. "They wouldn't dare...but, there is chat that they are going to begin enlisting any able-bodied men into the Imperial Army..." He murmured, his green eyes returning to studying Cyrill's form for any obvious harm done unto him recently. "And you? How do they treat you?" The concern cinched his eyebrows together further, frowning deeply as he hated to imagine how the smaller male was faring.

His brows rose then when Cyrill began to try to comfort him only to hiss about trying to escape his prison sentence sooner. "You're going to escape? Can I help?" Sundstol began to look about the dungeon hall for anything that would make the task easier that he might be able to use to his advantage. When he returned his attention to his companion when he heard his name. He bent down further to take in every syllable that came from his beautiful lips. "I wish to protect you, Cyrill...done a fine job of it, though, haven't I? I...I'm sorry...I tried to get to you, I did..." When he was told of the bunker at the College, his expression twisted as he seemed obviously conflicted. "But, my home...the Redwoods...and the chickens..."

@“Cyrill"

Wash me over,
Show me where you run...

Roll me deeper in your tide,
Take my spirit, take my mind,
Take me over to that other side...

code by claerie ~ art by ashon

"Bring Inga if you want, but I'm sure that they'll have no reason or use in slaughtering chickens. Your house will be empty so they might occupy it for a time, but that means the chickens will be useful to them. I'm sure they'll be fine. But Inga is a little shit so she should go with you." He said this with fondness, rather than anything else. He had grown very fond of Inga, and hated the idea of anything bad happening to her.

"Anyway... the school should be safe. My stupid little bunker is where I grow certain plants for medicines, so it's temperature controlled and safe. Just don't let Inga eat the red or blue mushrooms, those are both poison when eaten raw and need to be cooked and mixed to be safe for consumption. I'll meet you there, I promise. Just do your best to stay out of the way of the soldiers and the townsfolk, because I know this war is going to get a lot worse before it gets better." he paused, and rested his cheek against the bars so that he could gently smoosh it against Sund's.

"...To be clear, I don't care what side you're on or what beliefs you have. I just want you to be safe. War is nothing I haven't already been through, but you shouldn't have to."

RUBY RIVER
GLOWING IN
THE SUN

In his worry and grief, Sundstol managed to betray a small smile at Cyrill's comments about Inga. He was glad the hefty little hen had managed to grow on him. A chuckle moved past his lips even, just before the frown returned and he sighed deeply. “So...I leave my home...I'll likely need to clear it of what possessions I have...could make some decent coin selling it all in Aberdeen before heading to the school..." He mumbled, almost to himself, formulating a plan of action for when he left the dungeon.

Green eyes studied the smaller frame of his companion, wishing he could make the bars disappear if only to hold him in his arms. The thought was not distracting enough to keep him from listening to the description of the bunker and the instructions he was being given. “Dont underestimate a sassy hen...she knows her limits when it comes to feed...but, yes, I'll be sure to bring plenty of it to keep her away from your herbs." He responded lightheartedly, giving them petite male a nudge to the cheek with his large nose.

The next words that were spoken by the man behind bars stirred his emotions again. There was something behind them, a deeper meaning that Cyrill was meaning to convey, and Sund understood it without having to ask. “Likewise...you believe what you feel you must...so long as you always return to me." He peered down at his mate with pleading, green orbs that still shimmered with the threat of tears at the corners of his eyes.

@“Cyrill"

Wash me over,
Show me where you run...

Roll me deeper in your tide,
Take my spirit, take my mind,
Take me over to that other side...

code by claerie ~ art by ashon