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After the emotionally exhausting ordeal, the strange people have the victims locked in a single tiny, lightless cell. Time becomes stretched and warped as there is nothing to mark the minute, the hour, the day...

But at last, as the victims slipped into a deep slumber, only then do they escape this extended horror. They awaken simultaneously as the cold, damp brick gives way to fuzzy carpet and the light and warmth of candles. Two books rest, already open, beneath the victims, and each takes a turn reading aloud a passage, making no sense of what is on the pages. Seeing no relevance or answer to their hardship upon the pages, and eager to return home, the victims set their books aside on the nearby table.

A man with black hair, grown out enough to show lime green roots, leaps out in front of their path. One of the victims has the man in a headlock before he can plead mercy and try to explain himself. After lots of coaxing, he manages to lead the victims to his office and explains, as calmly as he can, with a hand on his sore throat and side glance at the more violent of the two victims. He answers their questions - yes, children from books with animal soulmates; no, this isn't a joke; no, reporting him to the authorities won't be necessary; yes, he's serious; yes, his hair is naturally green..

With apprehension and fear heavy in the air, the victims retreat to where they once cast aside the books they'd used as pillows. And what they found would surely come as a shock to them..

The first is a thin girl with pale skin, protected fiercely by a pitch black dragonlet. She sighs softly, comforted by the brushing of her daemon's scales against her bare arm, and turns her attention to the approaching adults. She draws back, blinking her dark eyes furiously, and the dragonlet daemon extends his paperthin wings as a trail of smoke is snorted out of his nostrils.

Beneath her knee is a slip of paper that reads:

"The clock bells struck ten, eleven, twelve. They counted every hour, until the grimy panes of my one small window turned from black to gray. Then guards came in.
They chained me at the ankles and chained me at the waist, and marched me through the prison to a coach that waited by the door. I sat inside, behind barred windows, and went riding out of Newgate, into the fog that was gathering again. It tumbled from rooftops and flowed over walls, and we seemed to race it through the London streets and across the Thames to Surrey.
We passed close to my old house, close to the churchyard where Kitty was buried, then swung by the river at a place I knew well."

Name:: Prison
Nicknames:: P’sen, bag of scales, moody.
Guardian Hikari Corrigan [Hikari_Of_Genesis]
Gender:: Male
Age:: Hatchling
Posts in:: Black
Race:: Daemon/Dragon
Best Friend:: No need.
Eye Color:: Deep, almost Wine Red.
Scale Tone:: Coal Black
Distinguishing Features~ He’s a dragon. Wings, tail, lizardous body.

{ A b i l i t i e s }

Prison is a dragon and can do as most dragons do; he can horde, he fly, he can spout steam (maybe fire once older) from his mouth. He is pretty well off in the ability department. But side from physiological adaptations he may have, he has another power. When he came to Hikari, along with Sable, he was at his minimum size. Yes, he was a baby and could only grow as fast as a normal baby dragon can grow. His power is that he can change his size. He can be as large as his adult form (Unknown) or as tiny as his baby form size. The process is painful and is thus not used often, hopefully once he grows older it will become easier for him.

||Flight- As of now Prison can barely hover, his wings are far too small for flight so he sticks to riding on other people as a mode of transportation.
||Gaseous Breath- No signs
||Size Morphing- No signs

{ E x t r a N o t e s }

Physical Description: Prison is classified as a Imperial breed dragon. Long horns adorn his head even in youth that sit above small ears. A short snubbed snout is full of sharp, puppy like teeth in his youth, however it might grow with age. Wine red eyes see well in the night and poorly at noon, giving his body color use in the night as camouflage. Midnight black scales adorn his body and paper-thin wings sprout from his back. Prison’s long tail, tipped with an arrow like head, is often seen curled around his possessions, mainly Sable. His short legs and humanoid arms make quadruped walking rather difficult and thus he sits upright on his haunches for breaks often after short bouts of walking.

{ P e r s o n a l i t y }

Prison is a bit of a dork. He is arrogant, impatient and very possessive. He enjoys hording anything that catches his eye and will often become a bit of a thief if it benefits him. Snarky battles are his favorite pastime however Sable does not normally participate. He has become a little bit less of a pest after being publically scorned by Quixana’s Courage in the mall. He now holds quite a bit of respect for the lioness and has cooled his temper slightly to be more friendly and slightly more sharing… slightly.

Likes: Hordes, gold, shinies, Sable, War (card game), treasures, wind and flight.
Dislikes: A lot of things...
Image Song: I Hate Everyone – Get Set Go.
Lyrics: And all the people I hate least, I hate you all!~
Quote: "Snort!"
Is currently: Content.

Name: Rose Cooper
Gender: Female
Age: 15
Relation: Despite technically being a cousin, Rose acts as a big sister and heavy mother figure within Sable's life. Prison even maintains a civil relationship with her, which is astounding by Westley's point of view.
History: Born to Westley's eldest brother, Daniel, Rose is Westley's niece. She has taken up residence with her uncle after both parents passed away in a vehicle accident. Her once contagious smile has since left her features making the sweet girl temperamental and often uncomfortable with any notion of change. She sees living with her Uncle to be only temporary until she is old enough to not need a guardian. Since Sable, she has been coming out of her shell more. Westley views this as a great improvement and often encourages interaction through forced babysitting nights and interaction.
Likes: Autumn, cups of hot tea, history, old buildings such as mansions and churches, architecture, rain, Sable and Prison, scarves, 40's music, music in general, crisp air, fresh apple pie.
Dislikes: Arguing with her uncle, people asking if she is alright, reminiscing, overly cheery people, heat, clowns, miscommunication and pep talks.

--Sable--

[Lady Magnolia :: Sable]
- This is an amazing picture done by IsaiahS on deviant art *o*

[Sable]
- By the lovely Lemon Lime

[Sable]
- Lovely flat color by Kristi-Lee on deviantart heart

[Sable Cooper]
- By KitsuneRenaChan <3

[Sable Hood?]
- Lovely commission from Cheshire~ <3<3

[Original Art .o1]
- Art by Endejester I belieeevve <3<3 >>;

--Prison--


[Prison]
- Prison art by Plumb


--By me--

[Sketch Study :: Sable]

Old Gucky Baby Sable Sketch

Sable Gimp Sketch

The small scrap of paper reads as follows

"The clock bells struck ten, eleven, twelve. They counted every hour, until the grimy panes of my one small window turned from black to gray. Then guards came in.

They chained me at the ankles and chained me at the waist, and marched me through the prison to a coach that waited by the door. I sat inside, behind barred windows, and went riding out of Newgate, into the fog that was gathering again. It tumbled from rooftops and flowed over walls, and we seemed to race it through the London streets and across the Thames to Surrey.

We passed close to my old house, close to the churchyard where Kitty was buried, then swung by the river at a place I knew well."

I can't really say what this means, Hikari gave it to me with Sable and Prison's 'Baby' book. I'll have to read the story later on... Something about a library. The excerpt here is grim at best. I best not let Rose see this. Best do a little research as well.
-Westley

[To be filled in]