(MATURE CONTENT: just for some crude themes)
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Jinai could have killed Tenran. If he had just examined the bodies from a further distance and hadn't gotten so close, it would haved looked well.. less suspicious. ALso, she was cursing herself for not wholly paying attention. After all, she had been guarding the rear.
It wasn't long before she was manhandled and cuffed along with him as the pair was pushed along, sharp blades prodding at their backs to keep them moving in only one direction. BUt all Jinai could think about was her bird. They'd probably kill him. And she'd never forgive Tenran. The man would pay.
She was never one to hold such grudges. No, she was normally one to easily shrug things away, but not when it pertained to such personal matters, so when the pair were shoved into the same cell, she gasped and threw herself back at the iron bared doors just as tehy were slammed into her face.
"Wait!" she cried, growling as she gripped onto the door. The guard only laughed at her, smacking his weapon off the bars and causing Jinai to take a step back.
"Back away, woman. You should be glad we jus thad this cell cleaned out. Last man died of the seeping sickness and was covered in boils."
Jinia made a face, glancing around and noticing a few disturbing soiled spots on the cellfloor, a dirty, dishelved pile of straw and an even more disturbing pile of petrified shit in the corner.
Great, this was just great. And she could only blame Tenran for this one as she shot a sharp glare his way before pacing to an opposing corner of the cell, only to be startled when a creepy, scar faced fellow on the adjacent cell woke up, liking his black teeth and lips over at her.
"Well, ain't you a pretty prize," he said lewdly digesting her with his eyes. Naturally, Jinai took a few more steps back, accidently bumping into Tenran before pushing disgustedly away from him as if he were more repulsive than the dirty prisoner who was probably imaging fucking her as his hands slipped into his pants, before she went back to pacing around the cell, soon returning to the door as she gripped onto the bars, calling off after the fleeting guard.
"Wait! That falcon!" she called after him-
"Will go on the butcher block this morning!" the man spat back. Her heart sunk within her chest. "He ought to make a fancy roast." he added. Feeling her blood broil, she shook the iron bars, but it was to no avail. And to make matters worse, the entire jail was in an uproar, the rough men all coming alive at the fact they had a lovely lady prisoner on their hands, giving her cat calls and whistles.
Not that she cared, her eyes still glued upon the jail door, her heart nearly beating out of her chest, her knuckles white as they gripped onto the cell bars.
Great, this was just great. And all she could think of was her poor bird-
and how much she wanted to punch Tenran in the face.