Is it a death sentence, {o}r a puzzle?

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    Shard sat in a corner of the mirror world that no cat seemed to know the way out of. Well, except for the guards, and there was a weak link in the system: Some of the guards did nothing but sit around and lounge. She knew they closed their eyes for around 10 seconds every time they blinked while relaxing, and she knew that was how she would make her escape. She leaned over to her side, expecting to hit glass, but instead flopped over on her face came in contact with the cold ground littered with shards. She blinked, and lay back, trying not to look suspicious. She knew this was the beginning of the exit.

    Thing was, it wasn't necessary to be a guard or a prisoner to enter the House of Mirrors. Atropa was neither of those, but was on her way there to practice some battle moves on a prisoner or two -- she had to keep up her skills after all.
    She spotted a prisoner sooner than she had expected; mirrors didn't reflect heat as much as they did light, so Atropa's heat vision served her well to see other cats in the darkness of the House.


    The ticked-tabby she-cat meandered over to Shard, looking down at the cat lying on the ground.
    "I expect you think you're going somewhere," she mewed in a casual tone, although her posture was tensed for battle.

    well that doesn't look good, amber eyes watched from near the back, the silver Persian had her eyes darting between the elite and the fellow prisoner, she was born in these walls, her mother had done a fairly good job hiding her, though she couldn't say the same for her siblings who were probably training in the elite as we speak, Reiko kept herself low, listening and watching

    "I was just laying down..." She sighed, looking up at the bloodthirsty she-cat who obviously meant more harm to her than good. "Is there a problem with me falling over into a pathway on accident and trying to sleep? Or are you just scared I'm going to find the exit?" She questioned.

    Atropa looked at the prisoner, still on guard. The small she-cat's large ears were pricked forward to focus her hearing on the prisoner in front of her; she trusted her fellow-Elitist guards to take care of any others around.
    "Never can be too careful. You apparently decided to nap with your face lying on glass shards, which is a weird standard of comfort. And now you're talking back, but you don't look terribly mangled so you can't be making a habit of it. Maybe you think you're close and you're getting cocky.
    "Which...go ahead, underestimate me. I do need the practice."     Atropa's muzzle opened in one of her rare, lopsided grins.

    "Look around you, where do you not see glass shards?" She sighed, looking up at the she cat before her. But, she was right. She never backtalked unless she was getting annoyed, and even then they usually just let her go. The only scratches on her face were from the glass shards.

    A handsome cream tabby tom appeared from behind one of the mirrors that lay against the slate grey walls of the chamber. A grin appeared upon his scarred face as he noticed a female prisoner and another feline, from the Elite.


    "Well hello ladies." Cecil Ipsum said with a dark grin upon his brittle lips. His emerald eyes glanced at the prisoner. "How are you today, Atropa?" The son of Lorem Ipsum and Chroma walked closer to the she-cats. His intentions were clear. But they weren't directed to Atropa.

    Shard's ears lay flat and her fur stood up. If they were going to attack, this was going to be a difficult battle to fight, despite moon upon moon of training. She tensed up and unsheathed her claws. If they were going to hurt her, she decided she was going to take them down with her.

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    ooc;; is shard open to being r.aped?


    ic;;
    Cecil smiled at the feline known as Shard. It had been some time since he had visited the House of Mirrors. But it appeared as if he had made a great timing to visit.

    Ooc: I suppose, but no kill, please.


    Ic: Shard knew that smile all too well, and it was not of good intention. She stood up and backed away from the Tom.

    Ooc;; Aighty ^__^


    Ic;; Cecil Ipsum began to circle Shard, a twisted grin upon the male's face. A grin that proposed slaughter. Or worse.. "How long have you been our prisoner?" The creamy tom smirked as he spoke to the feline, getting closer and closer to her.

    "Interesting.." His voice had somewhat of a snarl attached to it. He stepped forward toward Shard, unsheathing his claws. He was about a fox length away from the prisoner. "So are we going to do this the easy way," Cecil grinned. "Or the hard way?"

    "Hmm.." A smirk fell upon his lips. "Hard way it is." A war cry exited his maw. The massive feline lunged for Shard, emerald eyes blazing bright. He extended his grey claws toward her, aiming to unbalance her.

    Atropa had backed off a step or two to watch the battle. The large-eared Elitist might have missed her chance for a fight today, but maybe she'd be able to pick something up by watching.
    (Atropa wasn't much good at reading other cats, and had missed the subtext behind the other cats' posture and conversation.)

    Shard fell backwards, much to her dismay, she was in a position of vulnerability. She gave up on the fight deciding she couldn't prevent it either way. She had lost hope, and shrunk back. She stared at Atropa, pleading, hoping she understood what was going on.

    Cecil Ipsum grinned even more, feeling power ripple through his muscles. The massive cream tabby pounced on Shard's back, using his weight to hold the feline down.


    -skip-


    After the deed was done, the Elitist stepped back, swiping his tongue over his muzzle. "A job well done." Cecil said with a snarl and a nasty grin.