Chained Animal (Unknown Location)

Huewelen sat with her eyes closed, as the ships rocked back and forth on the tide, setting deeper into sea. She could hear the sea sloshing against the sides, the shouts of the crew above her, the sea so desperate to make its way into the ship and sink it., claiming the souls of sailors as it’s prize. She imagined the creatures of the deep, whales larger than the tiny and fragile vessel that sailed above them, dark shapes looming just under the sea’s skin, creating patches like footsteps, of completely calm water, where they rose from the sea to vent water through their blow holes in huge fountains that rose into the air like steam, with a sharp hiss. She loved whales, such gentle and docile creatures. The ship lurched to the side and she tumbled to the floor, smacking into the rusted bars that prevented her escape, though there were few places she could run when surrounded by water. Of course, they were more concerned about what she would do, not where she would go. A wicked smile crept across her lips; even the idea of revenge was enough to lift her drowning spirits. Her head was thumping, from the crack to the bars, but she was too weak to lift her hands and check it. The chains that bound her in place to the ships wall rattled as she stood up carefully, falling over immediately as the ship lurched once more, on particularly rough waves. If she’d had something to eat in the last 24 hours she might have vomited, but it seemed she didn’t have the energy to be sick either. Her neck was sore from the chaffing metal collar, rusted by sea water. Her fur was lashed with angry red marks, and singes, where she had been whipped so hard the fur had been ripped from her back, and where hot pokers had been placed against what was once human flesh, until they had forced her to take on her feline appearance, then forced her down here. She was stuck now. She was stuck in her half human, half jaguar body, walking on two legs, but covered in fur, with whiskers and a tail that drooped hopelessly and dragged in the dust and indescribable filth that littered her tiny cells floor. The wounds were festering; she could feel it, infection seeping into her body, making her weaker still. None dared to come near her to clean them, afraid she would tear their throats out, or slash their fat belly’s open and feast on the gore inside, as the rumours of her kind predicted. It was tempting. Very tempting after days of starvation and abuse, but the idea of human flesh turned her stomach and with the foul smell and churning ship, she could no longer hold down the bile, it rose to her throat like acid, burning with an evil intensity before it was projected from her mouth on the floor below, leaving a disgusting taste that she tried to spit out, and leaving her so weak she couldn’t even drag herself back to her bunk. Her head swam with dizzying spots flashing and popping in front of her eyes that glowed like lanterns in the dim light. Erie glow of amber like traffic lights. Her once smooth and golden fur, with its motel of dark patches was now drab and faded. Her human hair hung in sweaty, greasy lumps of pale brown around her head. How long had it been since she had last been allowed to bathe? She heard the squeak of a rat in the darkness, it scuttled closer, skirting the vomit, and sniffed at her toes, she felt it’s whiskers tickling her flesh, it’s tiny breath on her skin, she kicked it way, but it didn’t go far, it would be back, probably when she was sleeping or unconscious, to nibble at her toes, and inflict further damage on her body. She reached up with furry fingers and felt the tribal tattoos on her cheeks where the fur never grew when she transformed. Of course those tattoos had been added before they realised what she was, before she’d been thrown out of her village. She drew her hands away quickly and fearfully. Something’s where better forgotten. She felt down her arms to her wrists, where tattoo’s much newer than the ones that marked her face, had been cut and dyed into the skin. Swirls and dots’ around her wrists, the second tribe to have accepted her, where she didn’t have to hide what she was. Then they’d betrayed her. Sold her to these monsters. She wept bitter tears that cut lines through the dirt on her face. Revealing the elegant markings below. Marked for life, she couldn’t ever escape the pain of what they had done to her. It was her or them, they had told her, what choice did they have? They’d asked her as she was pulled screaming and yowling to the wooden boat that carried her to this ship. Of course the bag of jewels that been exchanged couldn’t have made it hard to part with her. She watched them, before she had been sedated with a powerful sleeping drug, made by her betrayers, watched them all standing on the beach as her eye lids drooped and her muscles relaxed, the ones she had called friends, the ones she had almost called family and the one she had loved. The one that had sold her. As the agony wrenched through her broken heart, she threw herself at the bars, banging and screaming, “LET ME OUT! LET ME OUT!” But it was no good, either they couldn’t hear her, or they were ignoring her. She sank back down, her grip loosening on the bars, the rough metal scraping the palms of her hands, and flakes of rusted metal falling into her wide, slited eyes. She rubbed them and felt moisture seeping out from behind them. She was crying because something was in her eye, yes, it was the metal in her eyes making her cry.
She wished the rat would return. She wanted so badly to eat that her stomach had moved beyond grumbling and aching. Even when she had been on her own she had not been this hungry. She wasn’t the best hunter, it was true, but there was always fresh fruit, ripe and so juicy, she had to be careful not to burst it open with her bare hands, it would run down her chin on to her body, sticky and warm and refreshing. She had never dreamed she would end up like this…
When they had tattooed her wrists, she’d never questioned why hers where different to the others. Circling her wrists like irons, in that beautiful swirling pattern, they should have chained her up and had done with it. Why had they tempted and teased her?
They’d been playing a cruel game of follow the leader and their leader was most assuredly cruel. He’d led her deeper into the dark lie than all the others. They didn’t need to bind her in irons like a wild animal; she was bound to him by her own stupid, caring and overwhelmingly human heart.
She’d fallen for him the moment she saw him, tall and handsome, tanned skin and dark eyes, with long hair falling down his bare back and chest. Figure of a warrior with such a gentle touch. He’d been so gentle with her. When she had stumbled into the village in her half beast form he had accepted her, welcomed her, made her laugh, and helped her cry. When he touched her hands she felt her skin tingle, he’d been the one to apply her tattoos, taking such care over the details. Squeezing her fingers gently, when she winced under the pain. He’d seemed so magnificent, the fire dancing off his strong jaw line, lighting him with passionate oranges and reds, that had glittered so much more brightly in the dark orbs of his eyes than they did against the darkness surrounding them, the watchful gaze of the rest of the tribe had gone unnoticed by her as she took in the details of his appearance while he had concentrated on the work.
She examined his delicate art work. Not one flaw. She snorted angrily, would the price have gone down if there had been?
He must have known when they were due to collect her. The last few weeks she had spent with him, he’d limited her freedom. She wasn’t allowed to leave the village unescorted, and even in the village a close eye had been kept on her. He’d been jumpy and irritable, when she’d asked what was wrong, he’d snapped at her. He changed so completely from the man she had fallen in love with. How stupid she had been to believe his lies. As he had faded from view she’d seen him, with his arm looped lovingly over the shoulders of another village girl, and she knew in that moment that he had never loved her. She’d tried to pretend since then that he’d had no choice, that he’d chosen the other girl because Huewelen herself was no longer available to him, but thoughts like that had been shattered when she’d been beaten and burnt into submission. Hope was dead in her heart, the same as love. How she hated herself for shouting and wincing when they’d tortured her. She’d tried so long to resist the change, but eventually her will power and spirit had been broken under the brutal treatment and pressure that had been applied so professionally. She’d given them what they wanted, and been here ever since. She wasn’t sure where they were going. What plans they had for her, were unknown, she’d heard whispers, but nothing that gave her an idea what was happening.
Caged like a wild animal, with so little hope of ever being free, of ever taking human form again.
She would just have to stay here and see what fate would decide for her.

Noki was a stowaway aboard the ship. He had picked the perfect hiding spot, close to Huewelen, but unaware of her. He was on top of a crate, behind a smaller crate sitting on top of the larger crate. He was like Huewelen, but not exactly. He couldn't change forms. He looked human, except for black cat ears on top of his head, black hair and a black furred tail. He had no idea where the ship was headed, but where ever it was headed had to be better then where it came from. He seemed sixteen, with amnesia keeping him to remember anything before five years ago. At the moment, he wore blue pants and a blue sleeveless shirt, and was barefoot. His ears raised when he heard someone's voice, a girl, yelling to 'Let her out.' He looked over the edge of crate, and saw the girl behind rusted bars. He couldn't see anything above the girl's waist at his angle. He didn't want to risk jumping down just to see who it was, so he instead jumped the gap between the crate and the person's cage. He peeked down to look at the girl. "...Hello?" he said in a whisper. The girl was chained to a wall and looked very dirty.

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Huewelen jumped at the sound of a voice. She spun around so fast her chains tangled round her legs and she fell. Cursing, she unwrapped them carefully, bits of scabbed wounds opening under the moving chains and metal cuffs. She stood up, was this another of their tricks?

She approached the bars carefully, her chains rattling and setting her teeth on edge at the sound of scraping metal on metal. She wrapped her clawed paws around the bars carefully, her slitted eyes wide and curious with fear that they’d come back to torture her some more…or kill her…they glowed like fireflies in the gloom of the ships hold.

“Hi,” she said quietly, trying not to fall over as the ship lurched to one side then the other.

“Who are you?” her tongue found it hard to form the words, her throat rasped from the salt air and vomit.

“What are you doing here?” She feared that answer more than anything, but surely if he’d been sent to kill her, if he’d been sent to torture her, he would have done it by now, but she couldn’t be sure, she backed up a little, standing at arms length from the bars, watching carefully.

Someone had shouted.
For the first time in the past few days - or had it been weeks already? - Sark had heard such a shout. She opened her eyes and tried to see anything, but just could recognize two shadows a few metres in front of her. She sat in a corner, with her back leaning to the wall, and just woke up from a little nap. She forced herself to not yawn and start cleaning the fur on her arms with her tongue. She was too dirty for that. Heck, when did they clean that floor for the last time?, she thought, and closed her eyes again.

After her entire city was robbed and her parents died soon after each other she had been stuck with her older brother. First, they tried to keep being together, but they never liked each other much and just failed to stay together. They parted and from that day on Sark had been travelling around the continent - or, at least, wanted to do so. Just a few months after she started her travel she had been at the harbor. She just wanted to taste some fish which she hadn't had between her fangs for such a long time already. There was this huge ship. She didn't even have the time to realize anything when there was somebody knocking her out and everything turned black.

She woke up to being there, in this dirty hall of unknown measurments. She never had seen it with good light so it might have been an average room or a pretty large storeroom as well. There seemed to be some crates and boxes of unknown contents.

Now she was stuck here. In the corner of a room she didn't even know how it looked. Chained with her right leg to the wall and seeming to wait. Waiting for something to happen. Of course she wondered a lot about the ships destination. It was on such a long ride already. Would it ever reach any harbor again? Of course it had to. The sailors upstairs would need to buy food again. Someday. Somewhere. Not far away of herself there was a sqeaking little rat. Sark couldn't remember when she had eaten for the last time. She tried to touch her sling bag just to realize that it wasn't around her since she was on the ship. She sighed silently and tried to watch the rat as it was almost of the same colour of the floor around it.

Suddenly she heard someone speaking from the same destination as she heard that loud shout earlier. Sark knew there was that one person chained to the wall just like she was herself, and she knew that person had been punished in a similar way as sark had been. Though that other person's punishments had been much harder than Sarks. Was that other person much more "dangerous" than Sark? Did they have to keep that other person's powers on such a low level to stay save? She wondered now. There had been two people, not just one. And that other person seemed to be able to move silently - which meant that person wasn't chained. With a short movement she caugh the rat and buried her claws in its flesh. She and the other one didn't get much food on here. Actually just enough to not die. But Sark did catch some little critters in here sometimes. At least one positive thing about the ship being so dirty. The rat squeaked with a very loud sound while dying. Sark bit into the rats head to kill it for good and raised her ears to hear if there had been any reaction to the rats dying scream.

((If there's something annoying about the way I write, please let me know, I'm RP-ing for the very first time here))

"I'm Noki! I snuck onto this ship to go where ever its headed. Who are you? ...Why are you in a cage, all chained up?" The ship's lurching made Noki fall off Huewelen's cage right as he finished his sentence and landed with a thud. "Oof!" He stood up, trying to keep balance. He felt a chill go down his spine when he heard a rat screech somewhere behind him. He turned around, seeing another occupied cage, and the occupier was eating a rat. "And... who are yo-" Noki's ears twitched when he heard another man yell into the room, yelling who was down there. He ran back up the crate he came from and hid behind the smaller crate, peeking out from the side with his dull grey eyes.

“Huewelen,” she told Niko, still eying him with suspicion. So he had no idea where they were going either…that couldn’t bode well.



Huewelen smiled when Niko fell off the crate, her muscles felt unnatural, it’s been a long time.

“Huewelen peered into the darkness her eyes trying to adjust to the gloom, she could just make out another figure in the dark of the hold. How many had been sold out like that? She felt anger rising in her stomach, cold and bitter, how dare they! They took away their freedom because they were different,” her claws bit into her paws, and she forced herself to calm down again…breath…



One of the crew was peering down at her from above, a shadow against the bright blue of the sky, a stiff sea breeze blew into the hold, swirling away some of the stench, but lifting more into the air, so that Huewelen choked on the smell of her own filth.

He clattered down the stairs, huge boots bending the almost rotten wooden planks, they creaked under his immense weight.

He glanced around the small space, “Talking to y’self?” he asked grinning at her with amusement, Huewelen shrugged her shoulders, “there is such a lack of intelligent conversation on this ship with only sailors to talk to,” her voice was barely more than a whisper, but he heard it clearly enough, he growled and she stepped back, angry and ashsamed that she was so scared of another beating.


“Werecat’s are rare things, they fetch a lot, but a pelt would fetch enough,” his threat was clear.

Huewelen forced herself to smile, “come in here so that I may skin you and wear your pelt like a coat, it won’t fetch a lot, but then it would come from such common stock.”
He tossed a bowl of stagnant water at her and mouldy bread with maggots that made her mouth water though she knew it would make her violently ill.



“Remember your place on board this ship,” he was close enough to the bars for Hewuellen to smell his breath, it was almost worse than the smell of rotting waste, his teeth were yellow, some black, and crooked. Hewuellen took a few steps back to avoid the smell.



“I’ll try to bear that in mind if it means you’ll keep your smelly breath from my face.”
He grinned at her anyway, her threats, they were all empty. Even if she could get out and kill every last one of them, what good would it do if they weren’t near land, besides, she still feared them, despite her brave words, she was scared of what they would do to her, and they knew it.



He strode over to the other side of the hold and Huewelen strained her eyes to see who else he was feeding. So there was someone else down here. She’d been so swamped in self pity she’d failed to notice. She let her eyes drift quickly to Niko, she could just see his eyes glint in the dark, but enough for anyone to really know he was there. She’d seen his tail, his ears, if they caught him he’d be bundled into a cage too. He eyes slid back to the sailor, she felt a seething wave of hatred and wished she could plunge her dagger into his back.



She looked past him to the other cell, wishing they could all be alone so they could talk.

(Yeah, I'm guessing so...)

Noki watched the sailor and Huewelen. 'Why is she and the other in cages?', he thought. He tried to focus his eyes on the other person in the other cage, and could barely see a tail through the dark. A feline tail. He looked back at his own feline tail and gulped. 'What would happen if I was caught?'

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Sark stopped munching on her rat the moment she realized one of the sailors stepped downstairs and came into the room. She raised her head and tried to see what he'd do. Did he bring food or did he bring his truncheon again? Or whatever other item he had in mind for punishing this time ... She listened carefully while he talked to that other person and slowly hid the rat behind her back as she sat herself in the corner again. It seemed like he'd bring some old food scraps again. Let alone be proof the fact that the other one wasn't screaming of pain.

Sark quickly took a very weird position. Now she looked like she really hadn't had any energy left. She closed her eyes to narrow slits and put her head on one shoulder. Her hands were both on the ground, palms facing up.

The sailor arrived in front of her cage and beat a few times against the bars, causing a cold noise. He started laughing in a very disgusting way, as if he'd be choking every time he sucked air into his fat throat. Sark wished he really was choking.

"Oh, dun tell ye're already out of energy", he said, still laughing.
"Uh... huh...", Sark responded in a very slow way.
The Sailor threw a few scraps of rotten food on the ground in front of Sarks feet.
"Ye sure are docile little monsters. Fangs'n claws 'n all but once we show ye who we are ye'r dying little kittehs", he continued talking and laughed again. He seemed to enjoy listening to himself saying such cruel things. Besides, he was terribly wrong.
He opened the cage with a screeching sound, stepped towards Sark and kicked her right beneath her ribcage. She forced herself to not scream and fell over to the ground instead. "Dun dare dyin'", he said, "Yer ain't worth a crap when dead."
he closed the cage with a key and left the room. While going upstairs he shouted: "Not like you're worth anything when bein' alive." - and laughed out loud until everything went quiet again.

Sark opened her eyes, grabbed the dead rat behind her back and bit into it again. Then she paused and looked at the rat. She turned her head into the direction of that other cage. She didn't think it was a not-human creature like herself until right now. At least, she didn't know the other's voice and Sark knew her tribe well. So that other one must have been from another tribe, another race of animal humanoids, just like herself. Sark didn't care about helping that other one out until now. She thought it was a pure human, and she didn't feel any empathy for human beings.

"What are you two?", Sark asked very silent, yet hoping Huewelen and Noki did hear her.

Huewelen cringed back as the sailor slipped past, glaring, but not brave enough to display any strength. She winced as the small patch of blue sky, the only hope of human was shut out with a bang and with it the welcome breeze. The squalid air suffocated her again and she had to force herself to breathe for a moment. The air felt fetid, wrong in her lungs, like it was too thick, to heavy...

She heard Sark speaking, she couldn't help the bitter laugh that came from her cracked and raw lips, "I'm a freak, even my own kind don't want me," she pulled her self to the bars and pressed her face to the metal, to try and see the other as much as she could, "I'm a werecat...human...jaguar...one body...and i'm stuck in between...i thought you were both like me...although Niko seems to be the only one of us that's free...i dread to think what they'd do if they got him too, probably sell us as a job lot, 3 for the price of one."

She laughed bitterly again, but felt tears of frustation spring to her eyes, she dashed them away. Tears helped no one. A complete waste, but why was it all she wanted to do?

"So are you two werecats? and more importantly, how do we get out alive?"

She watched the hatch above, like the gateway to heaven, the only escape from this hell and all it's little demon minions. She could hear them shouting above, laughing, drinking, making plans about them, what they'd do with them...

They stole their freedom, left them to practically starve, she sniffed the bread clutched in her paw, maggots were wriggling out and falling on the floor around her feet, she shuddered, but took a bite anyway, eating slowly, she could feel the bugs crawling over her tongue, she swallowed the lump down, it didn't go easily, but it would have to do, she offered the remaineder to Niko, and Sark, she wasnt sure if they'd been eating and she felt united to them now, less lonely in the world, even if they might not survive to see land again.

He watched the man leave with a gained hatred towards him, but lowered his ears in sadness for the two in cages. He spoke when the door closed. "I'm, well... I don't really know." Noki stayed where he was, on top of the crates. "I got amnesia a few years ago, but I'm guessing I'm whatever it is that you two are. When this thing docks, I was gonna sneak off. I'm a traveler, after all." He shook his head at the bread and threw one of the many apples he brought with him to Heuwelen and the other through their bars.

"Don't eat that bread...", Sark said and threw the just killed rat into Huewelen's cage. "I'd hand it over to you in a more polite way, but that's quite impossible for now, I guess...", she said with a little grin on her lips.

"A werecat you say... I belong to a tribe of very cat-like beings. Imagine a huge cat standing on her back pa---", she said, opening her eyes widely as she realized that Noki threw an apple into her direction. She instantly jumped over at the apple with a loud -thud-, digging her claws deep inside of its juicy flesh. The chains which connected her right back paw to the wall made a nasty noise while scratching over the floor. As a carnivore she never liked 'green stuff' much, but now she just felt plain happiness about that apple. It must have had a bright colour, even though she couldn't see it good within the dim light.

"Thanks, Noki", she almost forgot to say. "I'm pretty sure you'll be in trouble quite soon in here".
She stretched her limbs carefully, stood up slowly and touched the bars.
"If I had my chopsticks I could have tried to twiddle the locks open. Not sure about the outcome though. I'm a manufacturer, not a burglar."
She sighed heavily. It was really not the right moment for gallows humour.

"So, all of us have claws and fangs. We could be able to defend ourselves ..."

"You know, the easiest way to get out of here would be, if Noki would surprise that fat ass once he gets in here again, cracks his head open and takes his keys. But there's some strength needed to do so and Noki seems quite young."
She scratched her left ear. What a stupid idea, she thought.
"The most stupid thing we could do is to get Noki in danger and have him caged as well. Noki, do you have any kind of tools? Do you know what's in the crates? If only we could find something useful to open the locks or at least get the bars out of their anchoring... or does any of you two have another idea?"

"Thanks," Huewelen said to Sark and Noki, she spat the bread to the floor where maggots wriggled in the half chewed mouldy food, and took a bite of the apple and rat to rid herself of the taste of the bread. They both tasted sweet after what she'd been eating.

Another tribe? Huewelen had heard of other tribes, but never had much interaction with them, the jungle was a big place, dangerous too, and in the thick foliage you could be 10 feet from another life form and never know it. Still she wished she had known that there were other creatures out there like her, other than the one tribe she had found, maybe she would have left and found someone else then...probably not though, she feared being alone and rejection hurt more and more everytime it happened.

She would have been afraid that would have turned her away too. Weakness was exploited too often in the jungle, it could lead to you being killed...or sold and tortured...she thought silently.

She shook the heavy thoughts from her shoulders, enough of thinking of the past, time to think of away to get out.

Sark seemed to have the best idea, though Huewelen wasn't sure what the chop sticks were or what they would do...but she made a mental note never to make Sark mad...

"Craking the skulls of those mornic beasts seems like a good idea to me," her teeth glinted evily in the dark and her eyes flashed with a little menace, a little of her old fighting spirit, but it faded quickly, "But killing them...in the middle of the ocean...we could kill them, but how do we reach land? We might be better getting these cages opened so that when we hit land we can escape, but then they might come after us if we don't deal with them, and i don't know how we'd survive in a strange land..." She fell silent, being a pesimist wouldn't help, they all felt down enough already.

"I think I like Sark's idea, we should see what we have to help us before we make any real plans, if it comes down to it, we might just have to fight as they try to take us from the ship, though that's not the best of plans...I guess I'm really not much help...sorry..."

"I am young, but I'm still pretty strong..." He fell silent for a few minutes, thinking of what to do. "...What if I get myself caught on purpose? Until we land on dry land, we won't know what we'll be up against." He looked down at the crate he was sitting on, then looked at one of his hand, extending his claws. He carved grooves deeper and deeper into the crate until he got through, and punched into it, making a hole big enough to stick his hand in. He reached in and pulled out a tomato and grinned as he looked at it. He was going to get himself caught, and he knew a great way to do it.

"You are right, Huewelen", Sark said still standing in front of the bars of her cage, "It might be no good to kill all of them right in the middle of nowhere. Let's imagine we kill all of them except one for guiding us to land. That's possible, yet who'll promise us that he won't betray us? We might really have to wait until we reach land again..."
Sark stared at the bars all the time while talking. She was so angry that these idiots had taken all of her belongings. It wasn't much though: An old soldier's jacket and a sling bag with just her chop sticks and some medicine in it. The chop sticks really were for eating - usually. Since she was a manufacturer of a lot of kinds of goods she of course was able to make them sharp and pointed. It was an easy weapon with a lot of ways to use it. Some of which were killing and opening locks, even though she never had to use them that way. She could hold them in her hand hiding most of them in her fur. They were some kind of enlongation for her claws - plus she could throw them. But the best thing about them was the fact that they were simple chopsticks with some pattern painted on them. Chop sticks were made for eating. Nobody would expect them to be something dangerous at all.

Sark was sure that the sailors didn't realize what they were and just left them in the bag when they took it away from her. She sighed loudly and looked at Noki when he cracked the crate open and held something in his hand after that.

"So, what is it?", she asked, she just couldn't see much in that dim room and Noki sat in one of the darkest places in there. She was glad that he wasn't caught, causing her to get very angry when she heard what Noki said.
"Getting caught, huh?", she answerd with an angry voice. "So, what are you able to do when captured in a locked cage like this? With a rusty chain making you unable to escape?" She rustled with the chain at her leg to demonstrate what she just said. And she gnashed her teeth. Anger rose up her throat but she knew there was no use in starting arguments.

Sark tried to calm down a bit. "I do believe you that you are strong... yet they are many, while we are just three."

She started scratching some dirt from the long fur of her tail. She so missed cleaning herself with her tongue but she felt so disgusted by the dirt on her entire body. I'll need a bath the minute I get outta here, she thought. She tried not to imagine the cold water running over her fur too realistic. It would have made her too sad afterall.

"It's a tomato. One- When I'm put in a cage with one of you, we'll still be together. And, I could tamper with the cages before I get caught so we can escape once on land. Two- we could wait the trip until we are delivered to try and learn more about why our kind was captured. We could just be being sold to someone as meer pets, or something else..."

((just wanted to know if anyone minds me throwing this off in a weired direction? (and sorry for any spelling mistakes - no spell check on my damn laptop))

Huewelen listened to them talking, and stretched her back, yawning, she was tired, they'd talked for a long time. She scratched at a flea, crushing it against the metal of the cage with a satified smirk, if only those sailors where that easy to kill.

Her eyes shot up to Noki, "It's probably not best to think about what's going to happen to us on the other side...you want to get caught? I'm not saying it's the best idea I've heard, but sitting around wainting to be tortured and abused is not what I'd call a plan either...right now I'm willing to try anything..."

she shook herself, flinging little bits of dirt and bugs around the cage, the chains rattling like bones.

"I think you might have a point about there being others, it's been a long trip, they wouldn't...couldn't go so far and come back with only two that they know of and one by accident...if Noki gets captured he'll at least get a chance to see what's going on, maybe give us an idea on the numbers that are out there waiting to make our lives even more of a living hell, before he's brought back here, or he'll put somewhere else and we'll know there are other holds here, maybe other cages, he might be able to let the other know to get ready for an attack..."

Huewelen was clutching at straws, but there had to be more of them here, they couldn't be alone on this vast ship...

She turned as best as she could to Sark, "I know you're worried about Noki," Huewelen expression softened with affection for them both, she was worried about both of them, worried for all of them...

She held up her hands her chains grinding so they set her teeth on edge, "I don't really see how we can stop him. If we shout at him, they'll hear us and catch him, if we let him go, he does what he needs to and they catch him, better they catch him on his terms and not there's. At least he'd have a slight advantage."

She clicked her neck from left to right, and tried to shift the chain at her neck into a more comfertable possition, "but I'm warning you Noki, these are not a fashion statement, and they hurt like hell...but you knwo yourself better than we know you, so what ever we say out of affection and fear for you, only you can decide what is best, and we'll do what we can to help, though it's going to be limited from this stand point," she said with a smal smile.

She rolled her shoulders, she could feel a tention in the air and it was playing havoc with her feline reflexes, with no room to truly stretch she had to make do with little tweaks of the muscle.

She wondered if the others felt the same tention of if she was getting paranoid after being locked in a cage for so long.

(I don't mind.)

He thought a while longer, then jumped off the crate, not making a sound. He looked around the cargo, trying to find any others that were caught. He came back a few minutes later, shaking his head. "I can't find any other cages. Unless other ships are around with this one, you two are the only ones caught. And, to be honest, I literally have nothing to lose." He shrugged as he sat on the floor against the crate. He had decided to wait until someone came back down to check.

(Where do I place my characters is everyone in the same place?)

(That's your decision, since none of us know if there's other ships, your characters could be on another ship in a cage)