Posts by Jailbreak

Fortunately for them, Duskmire had handled Lisette's joining, leaving them to stand there and stare politely at the femme. They didn't mind though. The less they had to talk, the better. As long as they weren't in a position of power again, on par with leadership at least, they would be satisfied. The stranger seemed friendly enough, though odd. She had expected them to make her do some sort of trial or pay to join their ranks? Did other groups do that now? Jailbreak wondered this for a fleeting moment, but soon turned their attention back to Lisette, ears pricked in her direction.

"Pleasure to m.. meet you, Lisette. My name is, ah, Jailbreak. I can show you to a cabin, if you'd like? We have many vacant ones.." The honorguard then stepped in, cursing themselves inwardly at their voice breaking. They weren't necessarily nervous. They suspected now it was simply out of habit rather than anything else. For so long they had been a stutterer. Their leadership had been what pushed them out of it for the most part. They hoped the femme would be kind enough to go along with them, but they would understand if not otherwise.

Jailbreak was quiet to approach, as always. Their pawsteps were always carefully placed, and hardly made a sound. They were aware of their surroundings at most times, unless they were exhausted, injured or simply not paying attention. Not everyone could be attentive to every movement. It was impossible. The doberman stepped over a log as they reached Duskmire and Lisette, as well as a stranger who appeared to be famished. His eyes were glued to a rabbit rather than Dusk, which lead Jail to believe that he was simply hungry, even if he was trespassing their borders. There were scent lines for a reason, but some people paid no mind to them, it seemed. The honorguard shrugged their shoulders as they settled near Duskmire, their pale blue optics trained on Sevrin. Since what had needed to be said was said aloud, Jailbreak took to remaining silent. They acknowledged Lisette's concern by glancing in her direction, but merely frowned at her. It was for Dusk to decide after all, as he was the higher authority here.

Ambassador programs reminded them greatly of their duty as advisor of clan relations. While they hadn't been able to fully take on the role, due to the leader of WindClan at the time, they still kept the position close to heart. It was something they were relatively good at. Given Jailbreak's peaceful nature, willingness to cooperate and want to please, they were rather skilled at talking with allies, as well as keeping them. It was how they had kept the alliance with ColouredClan while they had been leading Valhalla. Having allies was better than having enemies, that much was certain. When they had lead Valhalla, their alliance to enemy ratio was vastly different. They couldn't even recall all the allies they had had, and even for such a small group.

Much like how Duskmire was thinking though, Valhalla had only been their home for some time. Wind Haven, or rather WindClan, had always been their home and would continue to be. Jailbreak had just needed a little break from it so that they could recover from the tragedy that had occurred not long ago. Perhaps it had been a while, but it felt like it had only just happened. The doberman looked sorrowful for a moment as they trailed through Wind Haven's camp, their ears and eyes low. It was when they heard Duskmire's call that their chin lifted so they could peer at the feline, pale blue optics wide. Much like Valhalla, Wind Haven had its fair share of allies. Perhaps it was for the best, given they were rather small and tight knit. Jailbreak changed their path to head towards Dusk, a small, weak smile on their lips. When they stopped, it was when Duskmire had been announcing which allies they had, and which were open for the residents of Wind Haven.

"I can take the Dark Dynasty, Dusk," Jail said in a quiet voice, ears pricked forward as they peered down at the feline. They had already met one of the Dynastians, so they would feel more at ease there than other places. That was their logic anyway.

Another week meant another meeting. It was no different, aside from those who were announced in those meetings. Names varied and changed with the change in seasons. Jailbreak found it hard to hear so many be demoted or given warnings, but it was something that had to happen. Otherwise, the clan would be stagnant, ever stuck in a position of nothingness. Jailbreak didn't want that for Wind Haven, nor did they want that for the residents of the group. They hoped the best for everyone, and at times, even for themselves. Hearing their own name among the many was not a surprise to them, even if they had been promoted, alongside some of the other. They dipped their head a bit, eyes remaining low as Englishivy continued speaking. Duskmire was to be advisor? The position was well-deserved for the male, or at least Jailbreak thought. A small smile made its way to their lips as they looked for him, appearing a bit disappointed when they did not see him. He would appear soon enough. Upon the events being announced, Jailbreak assumed the meeting would be coming to a close soon. Jailbreak was quiet as they remained seated, waiting for others to start leaving before they did.

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Jailbreak had undergone much trauma. More so than they wanted to admit or let on. Most people didn't know of their past, of their traumatic memories. It was something they didn't care to think about, but unintentionally did. Those moments where Jail sat alone in their cabin, staring at the lit fire in the fireplace, they couldn't help thinking about what had happened. A part of them wished to just.. forget. They didn't want to remember Jax, or Sam, or what they had done. Pain seemed to run throughout their life, always chasing them. Jailbreak was tired. They were tired of the constant chase. The doberman sighed softly to themselves as they thought, remembering those good moments with Jax and Sam. When things had been good, there had been no need for the depression, or the anxiety. Instead, they felt blissful. Tranquil even. Now was not one of those times. In that moment, all they could feel was sadness. It lingered over them like a cloud. Tears blurred their vision as they padded through camp, not noticing Englishivy, or the other two females at first. It was when they began talking to one another that they lifted their head to peer at the leader. They blinked away the tears before changing their path, moving now to join the trio.

"Hello, everyone," Jailbreak greeted in a rather monotonous voice, attempting to hide the sorrow in their tone. Their ears twitched as they glanced between Englishivy, Candela and Cass. "How, um.. are you all?" The guardian then inquired, going for formalities rather than simply greeting the trio. They wanted to be courteous despite their low feeling. Their gaze moved to Englishivy, studying him quietly and curiously. They didn't notice anything off about him, thus there were no questions running through their mind as they took a seated position, ears pricking towards the leader.

Jailbreak nodded to both Duskmire and Englishivy as the two approached soon after they had. There was a small smile on their lips for the former, but it wavered a bit when it came to the latter. When they looked back at Zeppelin, they noted his confusion at the mention of Wind Haven. It was true that their name change seemed rather sudden, but in their opinion, it was much needed. "I believe the name suits us better.." Jailbreak commented quietly, stating their opinion on the matter. Even though it wasn't necessarily needed, they believed the others would agree. Upon hearing that the Dark Dynasty was now a pro-clan, Jailbreak couldn't help but wonder why they changed. DarkClan had been anti at one point under Lancelot, if Jailbreak could recall correctly. It was something they wouldn't question in the moment, but they supposed it would be good to know, considering that Wind Haven was pro as well. It meant a more reliable ally rather than one that was simply neutral, or anti. "Lovely to hear.. I hope everything goes well with the Dynasty," Jailbreak murmured to Zeppelin with a weak smile, keeping their ears pricked towards the Dynastian. Their words were genuine, sincere. They were hardly ever not telling the truth. They weren't blunt, but they were honest.

The smell of BlizzardClan was ripe along the border. It seemed as though the wind was carrying the scent of whoever it was standing at their borderline. Jailbreak meandered towards the source of the smell, eventually spotting the unfamiliar feline standing at the border. Though Jail had never formally met Kady, they figured she was a suitable person for the position of leader in BlizzardClan. Perhaps she would lead them down a better path. Jailbreak pursed their lips as they eventually came to stand across from Kady, their pale blue optics peering at the snow leopard with kind, soft eyes. They were a bit nervous to greet her, but did so nonetheless. "BlizzardClan, correct..? How may I help you?" The Guardian inquired with a tilt of their head, eventually sitting back on their haunches. Their ears pricked forward as they awaited a response, not knowing someone else would be joining them.

Jailbreak had gathered in a relatively lively part of camp, and had positioned themselves on a rock jutting from the ground. The doberman was quiet for a moment, merely watching over their clanmates. Wind Haven seemed more active. People were exiting and entering camp, with herbs or prey. Jailbreak felt pleased. Englishivy was definitely suited for this position. With a soft sigh, the Guardian lifted their chin and opened their maw so that they could speak. "Gather if you'd, um, like some weekly tasks..!" Jail attempted to call, though their voice ended up sounding more like a squeak than anything. They twitched their nose in distaste before lowering their chin, feeling a bit embarrassed. They had been leader for some time and yet they had not changed a bit. It was pitiful.

if you'd like an ooc prompt, just say so <3

Jailbreak was.. well.. worse for wear. Brokenrecord had done a number on their body, including electricity and simple gashes, cuts and bruises. Somehow, though, the emotional trauma didn't seem to affect them. They instead felt rather numb, as if nothing had happened, as if a torture had never occurred. Perhaps it was the constant distress. Perhaps it was the guilty, shameful feeling lingering over their head like a cloud. Perhaps it was the depression, the anxiety, both eating away at them with no means to end. It had all just suddenly come to a halt. Jailbreak could say they felt nothing. It was an almost blissful feeling, though also concerning. Their mind was blank, even with the pain radiating through their body and brain. The Guardian supposed they were at a loss for how to feel. They had already undergone so much, so just a bit more had tipped them over the edge, sent them spiraling. They didn't feel crazy. Insane. They simply felt as if they were drifting along, like a piece of driftwood in a river. There was not a care in the world.

A laugh sounded from them as they approached Wind Haven's border, one that sounded almost maniacal. Their gait was sluggish, and they were limping from the damage done to their body. The electricity had done the most damage, though Jailbreak wasn't fully aware of that. It had coursed through their body, but it had also gone through their brain, manipulating the impulses set off by neurons there. Something had changed within the doberman, but it couldn't quite be placed as to what it was. Jail then went silent as they trailed across the border, stumbling along so that they could get back to camp, seek out aid. They needed someone to help with their wounds, after all. They didn't want them to become infected. Jailbreak didn't want to die.

"Hey..! I'm, uh.. back..!"

Though they were relatively quiet, they could still be heard if one was passing by. Soft whimpers and sniffles sounded from the doberman as they hung their head low. Tears slipped from their closed eyes down their cheeks and to the porch of their cabin. Depression had been the bane of their existence for as long as they could remember. Jax had been the one to tip the scales, make it worse, but ever since he had gone, Jail had thought it had gotten better. There were moments like these where they believed otherwise. An aching feeling stabbed at their chest, causing them to flick their ears back against their skull, more tears falling to the floor below. If they had known they would have been crying, they would have headed inside their home. Jailbreak had simply been out on their porch, admiring the sunset when a wave of sorrow hit them, crashing against their mind and soul. It came out of nowhere, and wasn't a feeling that was welcome. Fortunately for them, the only person who lived nearby was Duskmire, and he wasn't close enough to hear the cries of the Guardian. They were safe, at least for now.

Jailbreak sniffled quietly, eventually lifting a paw to wipe at their nose and eyes. They were pitiful to look at, especially now. They were a Guardian of Wind Haven, and yet there they were, crying to themselves. The doberman blinked away the remaining tears, attempting to calm themselves in a futile effort. Though they were no longer crying, they were still sniffling occasionally with their head low and ears flicked back. Jail could only hope that no one would come along to see them in such a state.

Micah. this thread is gonna be before they returned :0

Though not many had arrived, there were far more than they had expected. Jailbreak swallowed at the lump forming in their throat as they watched those who had gathered stop and peer expectantly up at them. They were well aware of the fact that they could do this. It didn't help them any less with the anxiety. After a few moments though, they released a quiet breath, their blue optics eventually finding Cass, who had spoken to them first. "I'd like you to host a small get together. It can be any kind of party you want," Jailbreak began, offering her a small dip of their head. Another small breath sounded from the doberman as they turned to the next individual, who just so happened to be Duskmire. A soft sigh of relief escaped Jailbreak, and they couldn't help but smile at their friend. "Gather a group and explore the territory. Maybe you'll find something new?" Jailbreak suggested with a tiny shrug of their shoulders. Though they had lived in Wind Haven for a little while now, they didn't know the territory like the back of their paw just yet.

Jericho was the next victim. While Jailbreak didn't know the male very well, they at least knew of the obvious relationship between him and Duskmire. The guardian was happy for their friend, but they couldn't help but feel a bit disappointed. Their love life was in shambles. "I understand you know much about medicine. Would you mind hosting an herb training session?" Jailbreak inquired of the blind medic, hoping that his weekly task wasn't too typical. It wasn't necessarily boring but they could understand why Jericho would think so. Next, and last, was Englishivy. The doberman offered a rather meek smile to the leader, feeling a bit under pressure to give him something decent as a weekly task. "Hand out presents to everyone. Um.. please," Jail told English, voice breaking slightly. They didn't want to seem too authoritative, especially towards Ivy of all people.

oh god bear with me on these ooc prompts ok

> cass: she ends up very angry with someone, who and for what reason? did they do something?

> dusk: does he struggle with choosing between jericho and englishivy? how and why?

> jeri: what is something your character wishes he could see? why?

> ivy: what is it like for him leading two groups? is it easy or hard? how and why?

Seeing Duskmire for the first time in what felt like weeks was a sight for sore eyes. Jailbreak's features broke into a grin, their eyes lighting up slightly as they peered at their friend. It was obvious they weren't acting as themselves, but it was nothing that they really noticed. They were simply happy to see Dusk, ecstatic even. No pain was evident on their features, aside from when they limped along. Cuts, gashes and bruises coated their body. None of them were life threatening, but the injuries were enough to bother Jail. They would have said something if not for the thing caught in their throat, causing them to stay silent as Duskmire worried over them, even morphing into a wolfdog so that he could help them move along. Jailbreak leaned against their friend, a soft sigh exiting their maw as their lips finally parted. "Dusk, I missed you.." They murmured softly, nodding their head rather idly at the comment to take them to the infirmary.

When Cass arrived, Jailbreak passed her a glance and a rather dazed smile, but said nothing to her. After all, she had said nothing to them, therefore nothing more needed to be said. Their attention soon averted back to Duskmire who mentioned Jericho, and they gave another nod of their head in understanding. "I'm okay.. Don't worry, Dusk, Cass," Jail assured them both in a soft voice, one that mimicked their usual voice. Soft, kind, gentle. It was reminiscent of the old Jailbreak. They were changed now though, different. They hobbled along with the two at their sides, feeling somewhat content despite the pain writhing through their body.

Jailbreak's ears twitched when Candela approached, eventually pricking forward so that it appeared as though they paying attention to her. Their eyes studied her for a moment before they eventually parted their lips to speak. "Candela, can you host a movie night?" They inquired of her, voice soft and gentle as they talked to her.

> canny: she seems to have trouble with her past. what happened?

Things had been different for the doberman ever since their return. They hadn't been around much, thus missing much of what had been happening within the group. Many people had come to join, and Jail hadn't been there to meet them. After the torture, their personality had.. changed drastically. No longer were they flighty, or timid. They were simply.. there. They were a bit airheaded, a lot seemed to go over their head. Deep down, they were still the same person, but something in them had changed. People who knew Jailbreak would notice the difference, but newer people would simply know them as how they were now.

With a a soft sigh, the doberman limped forward. They were still injured from their torture, but it wasn't something that bothered them. Before it all happened, every little thing seemed to bother them, from people to heights. Jailbreak's ears pricked forward as they looked to Viktor, pale blue optics bright and wide. They were silent for a moment as they listened to the others speak, everyone talking to the other with ease. They wanted to do that. Jail wished everything could be that easy for them. With a twitch of their nose, they moved to stand beside Duskmire, before eventually taking a seat. They offered him a slight smile before eventually looking back at Viktor. "I got a few cuts," Jailbrea a smallk offered in greeting, giving a light laugh as they looked down at themselves. Jericho had taken care of them pretty well, but it was true that a few cuts had reopened. "My name's Jaiilbreak. It's nice to meet you," the guardian introduced in a rather cheery tone, stump of a tail wagging slightly. They looked back up at Viktor, a small smile lining their lips.

Jailbreak had been humming a soft tune as they wandered throughout the territory. It was when they smelled the coppery scent of blood that their humming stopped, and their attention averted to the smell. Either someone was hurt or... someone was hurt. It was the only thing they could think of in the moment. Concern was written on their features as they trailed after the scent, which eventually paved way to the blood trail. Jailbreak, though injured themselves, eventually broke to a trot so that they could find whoever had left the trail behind. Though they were not a part of Wind Haven, as their scent did not remind Jail of their group. Still, if someone was injured there was a reason to feel bad, or worried. When they spotted the creature, a feline by the looks of it, Jailbreak felt a bit hesitant to approach.

Hesitation aside, the guardian moved forward to approach Ferro, their pale blue optics glued to the feline's form. "Hey, are you okay..?" Jail inquired of the foreigner, ears twitching and eyes serious despite feeling somewhat afraid. They shoved the fear aside and forced a smile to their lips, wanting to appear friendly in case this person wanted to join their ranks. "I know some basics, but if you want I could go grab our medic," Jailbreak added on, ready to leave if need be.

The mountain guarding their territory was something Jailbreak was afraid of. Though he had never climbed it, or sought to ascend it, the fact that it loomed over them was enough to make him tremble slightly. He usually kept his distance from the mountain, staying near his own cabin or Duskmire's. He also lingered in camp, or along the border. Despite his injuries, he kept himself active and moving rather than moping around. Something had changed within the doberman, but not even he could place it. He didn't want to linger on it, and therefore kept his focus elsewhere. That meant trailing along the border, finding possible joiners or crafting flowercrowns in his cabin, anything to keep his mind busy and active. He was a rather busy bee now. He didn't let his fears overcome him as he had allowed them before his torture. Jailbreak didn't see the point anymore. Emptiness was what he felt now, and it was an almost welcome feeling. After going so long with feeling so much.. The guardian no longer wanted that. There were times when fear arose, anxieties or a bout of depression, but nothing compared to before.

Jail was humming to himself, a low tune in his throat, as he limped along the border. It was when a new scent wafted to his nostrils that the doberman became more wary and alert. He doubted it was anyone threatening, but one could never be sure. He followed the scent to its source, eventually happening upon two who seemed to be talking amongst one another. As not to disturb their conversation, Jailbreak merely watched from the sidelines, waiting until they finished speaking so that he could walk up towards them. He hobbled forward, and though he looked pitiful, covered in bandages and dried blood, he wore a pleasant smile on his features, albeit a small one. "Greetings. You're on Wind Haven territory. Did you need something?" Jail inquired of them with a tilt of his head, ears pricking forward as he glanced between them. His pale blue optics did not shine. They instead appeared rather dull, almost lifeless in a way. There was nothing there but the shell of a person.