Spirit Animals Oneshots

Gar x Zerif - Jail Break

A/N -
Well apparently this is a thing so I decided to write a one shot for this ship. I really need to write more about the Conquerors anyway, I low key ship this.
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Gar's PoV -

     Yeah, we were called the slums of Erdas, by we meaning Zerif and myself, and after all we were Conquerors. We had lost the second Great War and we hadn't gotten special animal supper powers to redeem ourselves with, no, instead we were imprisoned to pay for our crimes. Not only that but moments earlier I had been handed a slip of paper from our Greencloak jail warden. The paper basically said that Zerif, my cell mate, and myself only had days more to live before we became one of the 'chosen'. Being a 'chosen' was bad, they were the worst of the worst criminals and were sentenced to a painful death. There were thousands of other 'chosen' and each year they were killed off. We would be marched in a line, forced to jump from a cliff and plummet down into the abyss where at the bottom our neck would snap and we would die. Not fun, I intended to escape and I knew Zerif would help me with my plan.

     "Zerif, read this," I shoved the note to Zerif.

He sat on our cot skimming over the letter. Recently, Zerif had been acting defeated, loosing the war had really bummed him out. He wasn't the same Zerif I secretly admired. I sat down by him, searching his face for any kind of emotion. "Looks like we still got a few days left," Zerif stretched and handed me back the letter.

Not quite the response I was looking for. "Don't you see, we have to find a way to escape from here and we have to do it soon!" I stated in an urgent whisper.

Zerif shrugged, "Just how are we going to manage that?"

"We will but I need your help, your the mastermind here, not me," perhaps flattery would help get him motivated.

"Do you have a sharp and small bone or rock?" Zerif asked.

I was confused but I decided to play along. I'm the corner of the cell there was bones from last nights supper of a mouse I managed to catch, that Zerif and I had shared. I sorted through the tiny bones and found a rib that seemed to match Zerif's description. I tossed it to him. He used it like a knife to cut out a small square from his blue silk cloak. With the bone and cloth in hand he walked over to the lock on out cell door and shoved the silk into the key hole with the bone, once he was done he tossed the bone back into the pile. "There, now we wait till they open the door next and try to lock it back, the silk will prevent it from locking completely and we can escape after the guard has gone away," Zerif cooed with his normal mischievous tone.

"Why didn't you do that sooner?" I asked with a tone of slight annoyance.

"Well, we would be hunted on the outside of theses bars and probably killed immediately so think of it as a way of me protecting you," Zerif smirked.

"You didn't want to be free?" I asked, not quite believing what I was hearing.

"Well when you put it that way, no," Zerif replied coldly.

I shrugged and Zerif went back to the cot to mope and I sat next to him, half leaning against him for warmth, reading our death sentence over and over again. Perhaps Zerif was right, should we even try to escape? I had to hold onto my faith of being free again. Zerif had said he was protecting me by keeping us locked away in here, he honestly believed that in his own odd ways. I would be the one to free him though and we would find a way to survive. We had to.

It was a day and a half later when the guards finally brought us some food. They unlocked the door and slid in two bowls of some odd type of stew. Zerif and I pretended to be the sad and given up prisoners. Well maybe Zerif wasn't pretending but I was. After the guards had gone we chugged down the stew and quietly snuck out the door, Zerif's plan had worked. All the windows had bars on them, all except the lowest basement level. Other prisoners had talked about that before and the day Zerif and I were thrown in here I had noticed that detail. The windows were small and very high up but I believed it was possible we could escape.

A row of cells over, there was a guard patrolling but he had his back to me. I jumped him and with a quick slap to the back of the head the guard had passed out. I stole his uniform, sadly including the green cloak, and I handcuffed Zerif to my own wrist to act as my prisoner. We managed our way to the lower basement after that, managing not to look too out of place. Once there I found the keys to the cuffs and unlocked us. I helped Zerif to the window first with him standing on my shoulders. We had to break the window to get out but luckily no alarm sounded. Zerif grabbed my wrists and pulled me out of the window next.

We were out of jail but we weren't home free just yet. Guards still patrolled the outside of the prison but luckily we were standing on the less populated backside of the prison and there was a transfer going on today so most of the guards would be there. Hopefully we could escape before anyone started missing us. Zerif and I scaled the barbwire fence in no time. We ran as fast as we could to a nearby cave system. "We're free!" I yelped and hugged Zerif.

"I guess we can manage to survive out here," Zerif stated actually supportively and gave me a small sideways hug.

That was probably the happiest I've ever seen him, which wasn't much but it made me happy to see him back to his normal self. "Let's explore these caves before them Greencloaks come looking for us," Zerif suggested, yup, indeed Zerif was back to his usual planing and plotting self.

I caught up to him as we walked deeper into the cave system. I locked our hands together and interlocked our fingers. I caught Zerif casting me a suspicious glance, "It will get darker, we need to stay close together," I supplied.

Zerif jokingly shoved me a little and I shoved him back but we walked on hand in hand. We could survive this, together.
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