The Guardian and the Usurper

The great escape

"I hate to disappoint you, dog: but I need to take my leave. I have a council meeting to attend and will be gone for a few hours. Do not touch my books. I'm locking the door and putting a sealing spell on it along with the window. If I find that you have tried to leave the according consequences will be ensued. Goodbye for now, pet."
    This is great- no, This is fantastic. I ignore his name calling and look up to nod towards him in acknowledgement. Without another word her turns abruptly and walks out the door, but not without raising a hand to the bay window across from his bed and muttering a sealing spell. A green rune appears and it's light skitters across the room for a few moments before it disappears completely. He then proceeds to do the same to the door. The door shuts with a quiet 'Click,'  and I begin to speculate about my current chamber security.
He's most likely hidden some sort of observation system to watch me in his absence, and I know he's not so sure of himself that he didn't place a guard at the door. With a sigh, I tip my head back in orchestrated boredom to take in my surroundings without looking suspicious. The walls are made of grey stone bricks and are most likely three feet thick at the most.
From the corner I am sitting in, I have a panoramic view of the room. There is a giant canopy bed on one wall that has a green and black bed set with gold accents. To the wall on my right there is a tall, mahogany wood bookshelf and a desk, littered with ink stained papers and quills and ink pots. On the wall directly across from the bed, there is a huge bay window with a lavishly cushioned chaise in front of it. The curtains are made of a light gold material to let natural light in. To the right of the window there sits the wardrobe with my things.  I blow air through my lips and begin to tap my fingers against my knee.
I need to get out of here. I can break his spell and leave, but surely he will find me. I abandon all caution and decide that it's now or never.
Lock picking will be left to my claws. Looking down at my hands, I flex the tendons in my fingers to let my claws loose. I grin at the sight of their translucent gleam and curling edges.
Pulling at the handle of a drawer, I chuckle when it doesn't budge. Does he really think a locked drawer will stop me? I begin to work at the lock, and it opens beautifully at my persuasive hands. As I sift through the items, I find two small daggers in the bottom of it. Smiling, I slip them into the hidden sheathes of my boots and shut the drawer. Now, time to break the sealing spell on the window.
I walk over to the window and place my hands across its wide pane. The magic pulsating and dancing across it is strong, but not strong enough. With my claws retracted, I begin to curl my fingers into the tendrils of green and pull. It screeches in protest but is no match for me. Slowly the magic comes off of the window and into my hands. It twists and swirls enchantingly in my open palms and forms a green snake. I smile at it's recognition of me and curl my fist around it, making it shatter onto the floor in shards of glass. Only temporarily of course, seeing as magic is energy, and energy can neither be created nor destroyed- only transformed.
Once that is taken care of. I unsheathe my claws and begin to work the lock on the window. I feel the mechanism respond to my expert hands and soon the lock turns- It's open! I feel my adrenaline begin to pump wildly and have to fight the urge to yell in triumph.
Walking over to the wardrobe, I yank it open with haste and grab a long black hunter's cloak. Once it is on I shut the wardrobe and dash over to the window. I lift the latch and slide the window up and throw my leg over the side of it. I look down at the ground and grin. Freedom, sweet sweet freedom.
The window sill is about twelve stories high, so I will have to scale the wall for the first ten. I haul my other leg over the side and onto the ledge and quietly shut the window.
I slowly begin my descent, and find it slightly challenging. The palace walls are a smooth gold, so I will have to jump from sill to sill. I move backwards from my current stationing and release my hold, falling downwards about thirty feet onto the next one. I take a survey of the wall i'm scaling, and spot a balcony about twenty feet below me. Below that, there is a series of window sills spiraling down the length of the wall. I leap onto the balcony and hop to the sill. My descent ends within fifteen minutes. Once my feet hit the ground, I dart into the surrounding depths of the city.
I meld myself into the shadows, concealing all evidence of my presence. Slipping through the ever moving crowd of merchants and townsfolk, I quickly make my way through the town center and take the back alleys that wind towards the outskirts of town.
I hear a twig snap behind me and quickly draw my daggers from my boots while spinning around to take survey of the alley i'm in. The loud thump of heavy boots sounds behind me. I assume them to be male, about 6'3, and 240 pounds. I stop abruptly and pivot on my heels to face him.
"Give it up girlie, there's nowhere to run." He says as he shifts into a defensive stance. "Yeah, Not gonna happen." I say as I release my canines and let feral instinct take over. One great thing about being a guardian, when you fight, the wolf in you breaks free and nothing can stop you. I search the alley quickly- looking for a vantage point. Aha, There is a ledge that the local merchants put their waste. Without a moment's hesitation I sprint from where I am and leap onto it. Dropping down from the ledge, I land on the guard's shoulders. He stumbles and falls under my weight and we both go crashing to the alleyway floor. I quickly regain my bearings and sit astride his stomach: He begins to squirm, kicking and bucking about- but quickly stops when I place my dagger at the base of his throat. Leaning down by his ear, I whisper: "Tell your master that he cannot tame the wolf." His eyes widen and his face pales as my canines scrape lightly down his neck- I slam the butt of my dagger into his jaw and his head lolls to the side.
I have got to keep moving. This guard was only a scout, there is likely heavily armed and deadly men grouping behind him. Hastily, I meld myself into the shadows once again and take off towards the forest. I refuse to be his pet.