Kenji Spiro / Nineteen / Tagged: Xander
- This was crummy to say the least. The dungeon was a few stories below the stone covered castle. It was someone winding down the stairways and there were no windows in sight. The damp air was only lit by low burning torches that were spaced out far enough to cast large shadows in between. Leaning into the injured role, Kenji allowed his body to go limp so the guards struggled to drag his limp body down the steep steps. He was hurt but he was still able to walk- a bit wobbly maybe but he was still functioning. His healing was already underway on his face but the arm and leg still had the arrow shafts embedded into his skin. As a vampire- he healed faster than humans but it wasn't that much faster. He had come across many more of his kind that healed almost instantaneously or within hours of the wound. For him, his face was only now beginning to clot and whereas a human would certainly need to stitch a wound up like his- he would simply let it heal naturally. He also scarred much like a human. As the men stepped off unto the bottom landing leading to their cells, the smell of rotten hay and rat feces assaulted his senses at an instant. There were times he regretted his keen sense of smell and this was most certainly a time for that. He remained wordlessly as they turned to the first cell and tossed the two of them in as if they were a sack of flour rather than people. The large lock clicked shut with a loud clank that bounced off the empty walls there in the desolated darkness. One guard spoke loudly to another with a hearty, amused tone. "How long you think they will last down here?" The other responded quickly referring to Kenji as if they weren't mere feet away. "That pretty boy will bleed out in no time. And you will be cleaning up the body." The groans and chuckles slowly faded into nothing but a whisper of an echo as they left the two men alone inside the same cell. Their first mistake.
Kenji grunted as he pulled himself up into a sitting position. The fall caused his wounds to open more but they didn't get the satisfaction of his yells in pain and agony. He would rather bite his own tongue off first before giving him the satisfaction. He could see pretty well in the darkness despite the low light they received from a torch quite a way away. "Ah, so this is where they put you when you do good deeds in Ember." It was mostly sarcastic but the little jab made him smirk. The fact remains there have been several attempts on the royalty's lives- therefore it only made sense for them to take the precaution of capturing any suspicious characters. If this happened in Runeth- there was no way the suspects would have even made it to the dungeons. Vampire justice was often more harsh than perhaps necessary. "Sorry about this. If I had been paying more attention- this may have all been avoided. At least you could have stayed in the bushes you were hiding in." His eyes gleamed almost catlike in the dark as he gave the stranger a level look. "We can hold off on discussion your reasoning behind that when we are in a better position. As it is now, it seems the guards are planning on waiting us out. Probably expecting I die so they can scare an admission out of you. Probably a public hanging for you to put a message out there for any more potential assassins. It is only reasonable." He was feeling rather chatty and he chopped it up to the fact he was feeling lightheaded from all the blood loss. He gritted his teeth as he yanked out the arrow lodged into his leg with a quickness that even surprised him. He had not realized he bit into his cheek until a gush of blood entered his mouth leaving a pleasant aftertaste. That boy's throat was looking tastier by the second. "I imagine you have a few questions for me yourself but lets shelf those for a later time. I need you to pull out the arrow in my back and listen closely. I have a plan to get us out of here. It may seem reckless but at this point- we need our audience with the queen if you want to keep your head attached to your spine." This time his voice rang out thick with pain and determination. This wouldn't hold him back- not after the wars he had lived through. He had been in much worse situations.