The Neomas Family

A New Partner?

Raziar laid on the cold, hard stone they called his "bed" inside of the equally cold, damp cell, his dreads sprawled out underneath his head. He stared out the only window of his cell, set far at the top of the wall and barred from the outside world, with deep sea, blue eyes as he silently waits for his impending death.

He was no stranger to this situation. He had faced execution many times; each time with his captors making the execution as soon as possible. Each time, he had made it out without them even noticing before he was already days away from the place. Other times, he made a little noise due to a miscalculation in the plan.

However, this was different.

He didn't have his partner to plan with. Didn't have his partner to fight alongside with. Nor did he even want to see that man again. It was him that had put him in this place. So now, he laid there patiently, his mind going through the quickest and silent plan he had stashed away in a mental book.

This time he would escape and seek out the person responsible for imprisoning him. The person that once fought and stole alongside him.

He wanted to escape so he may bring vengeance upon the one who he once called brother...

His thoughts were cut short as he heard what sounded like a grunt, followed by the sound of a body dropping to the ground. His instinct made him quickly leap to his feet. He may have been without his weapons, having been left with nothing but this ragged cloth, but, as a Firran, he was ready to fight with just his teethes and claws.

As the Elf past the bars of his cell, he loosen only slightly, still unsure of the situation. Once the elf noticed him, she turned to face him, revealing herself as a young woman; a prisoner, wearing the same clothing as him. The only difference being cloth that covered her chest. "Oh, so there was someone still up." She seem to say with little care. "And a Firran none the less." She added with a skeptical smile.

Not sure if this was some elaborate ruse, the betrayal of his trust causing him to doubt everyone more, he turned his back to her and began to return to the cold of the stone bed.

"Hey, wait!" The Elf called to him, lowering her voice to a whisper as to not wake any of the other prisoners. After a moment of making sure no one had awakened, she began to speak again in a low whisper. "Maybe we could help each other get out of here?" She proposed.

The Firran sat on the stone bed, looking at here. "And what makes you think I believe that you would help me?" He responded suspiciously. His race was not on bad terms with the Elves. Yet, the Firrans weren't on good terms with any of the other races.

"Well, you don't." The Elf replied. He grunted but she quickly added, "But, I know where they keep all of your toys."

Although this grabbed his attention, he was still skeptical. "And how do I know you won't just use me as a pawn?"

"Well, ya' don't." She answered.

As much as his instincts told him not to, one small part of him say that he needed to get out as quickly as possible in order to catch the one that put him in this pit. And she gave him a much easier escape route; albeit a bit wary as he knew nothing about this elf.

"...Fine then." He stood.

"Great!" She grinned. "My name's Neomas." She introduced herself as she extended her hands through the bars.

With a glance at her smooth, moonlight hand, he took in his fur covered hand. "You can call me Raziar."

"Ok Raz," Neomas teased, waving the key she pickpocketed off the guard. "Ready to have some fun?"