Voltron x Reader The Lion of Ivory

The Clutches of Zarkon

A Galra commander leisurely tosses you back into your cage, and against the wall.

"Half-blood," he sneers, "scum of the Universe."

He walks out cackling, leaving Aylin by herself in her cage. She crawls up to the corner of the wall, and pulls her knees up to her chest.

"No," Aylin whispers, "being a half-blood is what's going to get me out of this ship."

*meanwhile*...

I've been on Zarkon's ship for years, slaving away for his devious actions. His ire evil pressing everywhere in his Universe. I do not have anything anymore, just myself. Of course I have many personalities to have conversations with, but other than that, I'm alone.

I waited for this... Voltron they keep talking about to appear somewhere. I was there when Voltron fought Zarkon for the first time, and still managed to lose. That was only a day ago, and his plans still have not changed.

He still is enslaving the Universe, and trying to take the Black Lion. He greed and ambition can get him far, but he treads in a very dark room with narrow walls. One false move, and bam! Face plants right into the wall.

I hope Voltron aims to cut the head off the snake one day, maybe that is what they are planing right now, but for now, I am still stuck on Zarkon's ship.

The only morsel of hope I have left is this blade, a blade with an insignia on it that I do not recognize. The small dagger had served me well, but it was not enough to protect me from Zarkon. That is all I remember from my previous life, when I was free.

"Not today," I shook myself from my thoughts, "I already worked out an escape route, I can do this."

I had been thinking about escape for a long time, but I never had the opportunity to actually use my plan. I remember almost trying one day, but I never did.
Today is the day I finally escape.

I memorized all the routines of the guards, and I knew they're patterns well. I know that the guard that will come in fifteen minutes is lazier than the others, and that will give me an advantage.

I stood up to my full height, I was tall on my digitigrade build, and my long, muscular tail made me look even more imposing. I was at least six feet tall, but I never bothered to fully measure it.

I stared at the prison wall, the only part that was clean to see your own reflection, only allowed you to see your eyes. I stared at my red eyes, with yellow eye-white. Such an unusual trait, it always reminded me of the Galra's eyes, but I cannot be full Galra, Galra are not digitigrade.

My feet were always exposed, the Galra never bothered to give me any covering for my paws. However, it gave me an advantage, especially considering the fact that I could use my claws for attacks. On my feet, the paws are close to being catlike with a few doglike qualities. The paws on my hands are more Galra like, smaller claws, but complete with toe-pads.

By ears flew backwards, and were lined with fur. Everything on me was lined with fur, my fuzzy ears, and hind paws were the most notable parts.

I opened my mouth and looked at my teeth, sharp canines, my fangs. My pale colored fur resembled skin, but you could see the individual hairs if you got close enough. My mid-back length, ivory, colored hair was typically in a braid, but its full curly-ness was exposed.

My toned muscles were really expressed from these poor prison garments.

I moved my tail up, and held the tip in my hands, it was sharp on the end, but it was not a spade shape, more of spine. It curved back in a c-shape. The tail was muscular, but not thick, it was lean instead, and   It ended on a razor-thin point.

I inhaled and exhaled slowly, I took out my knife.

"This is it," I said to myself, "time to pluck up your courage, and do this fre@k!ng thing."

I turned away from the wall, jumped, and grabbed onto the ceiling. I had some experience fighting, not as much as I would like, but some experience. I braced myself against the ceiling even further, and waited.

The guard came in, and had the most goofy expression on his face. Bro was flabbergasted. Literally. He walked into the room slowly, and that's when I attacked him.

I dropped down from the ceiling, slashed him with my claws, and swiped at him with my knife. He was unconscious in a matter of seconds; I did not waste any more time.

The guards rotation is relatively short, so I have little time to dillydally. I ran in the direction where the escapes pods were, but it would be a long and difficult run.

I already had to avoid two patrols that almost caught me, and I had to hide from quite a few commanders. But so far, I still had my cover, and I was moving around freely.

That was, until, someone started following me. I noticed it right away, thanks to my good senses, but I paid little attention to it. After they started following my every move I knew something was up.

I tried to shake him, but his training had clearly equipped him with the experience needed to keep up with someone like me. I decided to confront him, but what I received was not what I had expected.