The dank, dark dungeons of Adela were a terrifying place--a place of madness, a place of suffering and of sorrow. Here there was no love for the government. Here there was only hate and violence.
The guards no longer cared who came and went. Prisoners were cursed here by deeper binds then chains. Ancient magicks made any who was imprisoned here branded--they could not leave without their spells being undone. So, the cells were unlocked. The prisoners roamed free--more or less.
Loud gasps and cries echoed from one room--a simple cell down Block A. Gutteral cries, lewd words and sultry whispers echoed out from a single room. A nude woman walked over to the bars, leaning against them, panting. A slick sheen of sweat glistened off her dark-skinned form, her eyes gleaming in the darkness, her body proportioned in all the right places. She turned to the man who lay on the bed, as nude as she, and blew him a kiss before walking over to her hastily discarded clothing.
She slid on a rather flattering pair of lace underwear, speaking in a soft, whispy voice.
"Mmm, you do know how to make my visits to this dump more appealing."
The man smiled slyly at her, and said nothing. She continued.
"So, the guy from this...Eclipse...organization, he's down here, right?"
"Yeah. Head to the central hub. You guys are doing some recruitment for the group."
"Ooo...well, I don't mind playing with some fresh meat."
"Just as long as you remember to play with your old meat from time to time too."
She smiled, pulling on a pair of leather pants and blowing him a kiss. She stretched, and her arms became lightly thicker, her waist grew just a little wider, her large, shapely breasts melted into her chest, replacing themselves with thin, taut muscles. Her face grew broader, more defined.
In about sixty seconds, "she" was now a "he". His voice was unchanged from the female one--just a little deeper.
"Central hub, right?"
"That's weird shit--I'll never get used to it."
Silandra Guile grinned, winking at the man as he left, pulling on a similarly leather shirt. Affixing a clawed gauntlet to his right hand, and attaching two long, deadly-looking katars to each wrist, he moved into the growing darkness.
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Silandra leaned against a broken pillar, staring at the flickering torchlights, waiting. The room was like a hexagon--each side had a hallways stretching to the six blocks of Adela's prison. It was late at night--not that night or day mattered to the prisoners, but most of the guards were asleep. It was a freer time, the time where dark whispers and lusty secrets could be exchanged.
Silandra waiting. Let's see what this Eclipse can do...