G.R.R. Chapter 3
**G.R.R.** Chapter 3 By: Silverback Christianpaw **Testify** I walk down the hallway to Ms. Draxa's office with my tail swinging side-to-side. It's been two weeks since I walked out on Polarity and now I am finally starting to feel sane again....
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The curious white orbs on the prisoner's head blinked before thyl had a chance to speak. "first off, who are you?" thyl asked. the prisoner did not respond.
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Mogethis demanded when robin went to the prisoner. "don't waste your supper on that whore! she is all but dead!" robin knelt beside the prisoner and offered the hare leg to her lips.
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His gaze looked out the window of the prison. as far as the aven could tell, he was still in thead.
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He was trapped in some small spherical prison with no light. it was also slightly damp around him. "what is this place?!" he thought to himself as he struggled against his prison.
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This bus had about ten rows of seats, allowing about 40 prisoners to sit in, or 34 if you don't count the guards' seats, as they were not caged in. but yet there were only seven of us...seven prisoners, six guards, and the driver.
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The remaining wolves and wildcats weren't going to let the prisoners escape. following them into the forest shooting at them, the prisoners and their liberators weren't going to make it to the lz.
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The prisoner will be interrogated. inquisitor fae'ela, question the prisoner." "i protest! the _dra'ka nulen_ clearly pointed out that..." fae'ela argued. "enough! the _dra'ka nulen_ was overruled--and so are you. question the prisoner!"
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A hiss slipped out of the prisoner's fanged maw. it must be one of the guards and from the smell in the air; it was the arrogant imperial, trakus dovaniis. besides himself, there was another prisoner, a dumner fool by the name of valen dreth.
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The prisoner—_my_ prisoner—is already sinking down, sitting on his knees, and looks up at me like he _trusts_ me. how could he trust a man with a gun who’s done nothing but hurt him since they met?
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The prisoner proved otherwise; the suit slowly pushed itself up. "open fire!" a volley of tungsten enveloped the prisoner.
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A hound, slimmer than the prison master, opened our cell door, "new prisoners eh? put these on and then get to the mess, now!"