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Le Rocher was a prison near central Domus, and was a sterling example of efficiency in contemporary detainment. Solid stone walls, prime guards that, believe it or not, were actually competent at their work. In twenty-one years, not a single prisoner had escaped the cold stone walls. This stellar record was largely a result of the coldly efficient management of Warden Jean de Couernoir, otherwise known as Blackheart John. The wolf at Le Rocher's helm was a an ex-general who ruled his prison with an iron paw. Guards were expected to be always in line, and to keep their prisoners the same. Fear was what ruled Le Rocher, fear of the torture chamber--which was for employee use as well as prisoner--and fear of the warden's wrath. To even question him was to risk one's job. And for a prisoner to act out meant a trip to the mean, sadistic, happy fur who played with various sharp objects on the offender's skin. Nope, Le Rocher was a tight ship indeed.

Yet despite its impenetrability, there was one other trait that Le Rocher prison was known for. That trait was mystery. In the atmosphere and especially among the higher-ranking guards, there was a sense of haunting, as if there was something that the guards did not want to talk about, and that the inmates were afraid to ask them about, though everyone seemed to know it. Said mystery involved a black door at the end of one of the lower-traffic hallways, just down the hall from the warden's office. Despite the amplifying characteristics of stone, not a sound came from behind the black door; nay, the prisoners could not even view the mysterious portal from any of their cells. As far as the guards went, well, they were not talking. But inflaming the mystery further was the prison roster. Why, you ask, dear reader? Well, even I am hesitant to explain at this point. You will have to find out yourself.

But anyway, there are other events to discuss. It would seem that presently, as the warden pored over his roster with a paw rubbing his temples, a new prisoner was led into one of the cells. Said prisoner was unceremoniously shoved into the cell before the door slammed shut again.

"Now Pierce, you'll be nice to your new roommate, right?" the guard--another wolf--asked with a chuckle.

"But of course, Monsieur Lautrec," an Edwinish accent replied amiably from the shadows. The wheezing voice was that of a raccoon. "Please, do make yourself comfortable, dear acquaintance. And do pardon me for not rising to greet you."

From outside, the guard snickered. "Right. Louis will be back with your dinner soon, Pierce. Oh, and don't you worry," he said to the newcomer. "You might not be in here as long as you think," he said with an ominous, darkly humorous tone. With that, he marched off, leaving the new prisoner with her cellmate.

"Might I have your name?" Pierce asked politely. "Oh, and now that your eyes have likely adjusted to the dark, do pardon my appearance." Appearance indeed. The--heavens, WAS there a raccoon in there? If so, he had to weigh at least seven or eight hundred pounds. Folds of flesh poured out between the shirt and trousers of his prison uniform, which failed in their duty to cover his body. "Should situation warrant, I shall explain my condition later, for we shall likely have plenty of time in which to chat. But first, of course, your name, please?"
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The furious young panther growled at the guard as he left then turned to her cellmate. She regarded the huge racoon cautiously before offering her paw. "My name is Sabrial. Though I doubt it will be necessary for you to remember since I'll be leaving soon." She ran one paw carefully through her long black hair then rearanged her skirt as she sat beside the door. "As Monsieur Lautrec said, my stay will be brief." Sabrial was carefully polite to Pierce as she was unsure how she would take any other tone.

Her ears remained turned toward the door as she awaited her captors return. It had been pure luck that had finally allowed the police to catch her in the middle of preparing for a job she had been paid handsomly for. Despite being only eighteen Sabrial was an accomplished thief and assasin. The first was by necessity since she lived on the streets and the second had come about when one of her targets managed to catch her. He had agreed to release her if she would do one small task for him. She agreed without thought and found that it had been far simpler to kill the young fur than she had imagined. She was drawn from her thoughts by the sound of footsteps and she stood quickly and approached the door.

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The raccoon took her paw in a most gentlemanly fashion, though to Sabrial, it probably felt like shaking paws with an overripe eggplant. "Pleasure to meet you, Sabrial," he wheezed, "As we are currently sharing accommodations, we might as well be on first name terms. My name is Pierce, and you may call me thus." Matter-of-factually, he continued. "Though I do regret to inform you that, should you have any plans of escape from this dungeon, they would best be discarded presently, I am afraid. Believe it whether you will or not, but you are talking with one who, in less...corpulent times, happened to be a secret agent; one of Her Majesty's finest, and that is not an idle boast. Before accruing my present girth, I had tried many times to escape, yet always managed to wind up back here with a fresh set of lashings. That was about ten years ago, and things have grown more ruthless since." In truth, Pierce Connery was telling the gospel truth, as absurd as it sounded. At the time of his capture, a younger and thinner--much thinner--Pierce had been a capable secret agent, of the caliber that his composite name would suggest.

But what ho? Here came the guards, for it was dinner time. "Don't cause a scene, please. I'd like to maintain my current relationship with the staff, and there's something in it for you as well, if you comply," Pierce advised. A cart squeaked its way down the halls, and the guard pushing it distributed rations of bread and water to the inmates...all except the raccoon. When the cart stopped at Sabrial's cell, a guard entered, bearing a small crate. "Here y'are, dinner for one...you gonna share with the lady?" Louis the Guard joked.

"I may very well do just that...though should it not suit her palate, I might order for her a standard ration, just in case?" The guard laughed and handed Sabrial a typical bread-and-water meal before setting the crate on the table in front of the mobility-challenged Pierce. "Thank you kindly, Louis," the inmate nodded. Most peculiarly, rather than the usual brutish treatment most of the prisoners received, this Louis seemed to treat Pierce with something that could easily be mistaken for respect. He even went to the trouble of unpacking the crate onto the table before leaving.

As the cell door clicked shut, Pierce surveyed his spread. Various delicacies, meats, breads, cheeses--good grief, there was something like a feast here. However, most of the foods were already half-eaten, with some dishes lacking only a mere bite or two. All of it was cold. Still, the raccoon looked delighted. "Please, Sabrial," Pierce offered, "If you would, do me the pleasure of joining me in dining. There is plenty here, and it would be rude of me to hoard it all for myself, especially with a lady present. Join me?" There was no deception in the bloated one's demeanor, but something had to be up. Since when do prisoners get second-hand gourmet cuisine?
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Sabrial eyed the racoon with no small amount of speculation but, having heard of Her Majesty's spy, accepted that she was in the company of one more gifted than she. As an orphan and gypsy Sabrial had been raised on the warnings accociated with Pirce and his kind. Spy's were a thiefs worst enemy and it had only been innate talent that had kept the young panther from entering this prison sooner.

The arrival of dinner sent Sabrial leeping out of the way of the door as it clanged open where she had been seated moments earlier. She regarded Louis' interaction carefully as he moved about their cell and noted his seeming respect with scepticism. Her musings were cut short by the feast that was soon laid out and she barely acknowledged the food and drink in her own hands. Curiosity and paranoia had kept her alive thus far however and instinct had her asking questions as she approached the table.

"All of this, is for you? Why so much? And why this food?" She carefully examined a bitten out of hunk of pig before droping it back to the table. "This is rich food for an inmate." She sat across from him, aranging her colorful skirts which had yet to be replaced with a prison uniform. The food, even cold as it was, smelled heavenly and it took all of Sabrial's self-control to sit without eating as she waited for answers.

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Pierce chuckled at the questions, causing ripples to cross the bulk of his being. "Well, fine story, that," he remarked. "Though first, I must say, it is nice to have the pleasure of dining with one so finely adorned; I feel rather underdressed," he smirked.

"But as for an explanation of the current conditions, well..." he flicked both ears toward the hall, making sure no boots were approaching. "It is my plan to get out of here. You see, as a political prisoner, the knowledge in this head is far too valuable to ever let go. Paradoxically, it is far too valuable to execute as well. Therefore, I am in an unending state of limbo in this contemptible hole. So, since I am unable to escape, as I have said, I have had copious time to assess my existence."

The raccoon gave his cell-mate a sly, sneaky look. "Through the use of subtle flattery and advanced verbal manipulation, I have convinced the guards to dispose of the warden's leftovers in my own cell, right under that old blaggard's nose. Because of his impeccable record of zero escapes in twenty years, he is paid obscenely well, and has grown drunk on power. Therefore, every meal, he receives a vast feast fit for a king." Pierce held up a turkey leg with only half a bite missing. "And it appears that, considering the amount he doesn't eat, I would say the old wolf is suffering from stomach ailments. At any rate, I figured to myself, 'Pierce old boy, you may either spend fifty long years or more rotting in a dank cell with the guards' contempt, or you can eat like royalty, make a few friends on the staff, and die of heart failure in twenty.' Morbid, I know, but it beats spending half a century here, letting mind and body decay away." To underline that last fact, a lunatic in the adjoining cell began to laugh hysterically, rattling the chains with which he was fettered to the wall.

Pierce wiped his mouth with a napkin. "I even receive half a bottle of champagne on Christmas, straight from the good warden's personal supply!" he chuckled. "But now yourself, if you please. Why have you joined our despairing ranks, might I ask?"
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Sabrial continued to survey the table as she chewed the bread she had been given and sipped at the water. Both were stale but not having eaten in several days made both taste exquisite. Her instincts continued to hold her back from partaking in the feast that was so readily available and instead had her foccusing on her cell-mate's story. Her ears twitched constantly toward the door as Pierce's tale was occasionally competing with the sounds of the rest of the prison. It was the mention of the wardens stomach problems that brought her full attention back to the tale and had her considering the feast more closely.

Sabrial shuddered listening to their neighbors laughter and focused on her own tale to block out what was happening around her. "I've lived on the streets for as long as I can remember. The gypsies have raised me and taught me everything that I've needed to survive. It was luck that allowed them to catch me. Pure luck. You see as well as being a thief, I'm also a rather skilled assasin. I learned early how easy it was to take anothers life and getting paid for doing something I'm good at keeps me from starving like so many of my friends. I was gathering a few valuables from the next house over when the police stumbled into the fox's home. He had been an easy kill. I dont even know how I missed the sound of the guards searching the neighborhood. I guess I was still caught up in how young my target was, but here I am. Caught for breaking and entering as well as stealing." Sabrial lost herself in thoughts of the 18 year old fox she had murdered so recently. For the first time since she had begun killing she actually felt remorse for ending a life. She smiled sadly at Pierce and left the table to sit beside the door once more.

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Pierce nodded, stroking his chins. "Ah, I see. Though it would seem that you were not indicted for assassination. Which means..." he thought out loud, pausing to make sure of his thoughts.

But when the raccoon's mouth opened, he was unable to get a word out before being cut off by the rat in the cell next to them. The deranged creature began to cackle wildly, then sing in a hysterical voice at the top of his lungs,

"♪She's gonna get ate by the MONNN-STER, the monnn-ster, THE MONNN-STERR! SHE'S GONNA GET ATE BY THE MONNN-ST'HAHAHA-HERRR! MONN--♫"
Pierce rolled his eyes. He could not stand much of this ranting. Baring his teeth in rage, he shouted over the psychotic taunt, "YOUR MOTHER IS WATCHING YOU, PHILLIP!"

The rat shrieked, as if gasping at a horrific realization. With a whimper, Philip fell silent again. Pierce breathed a sigh of relief.

"That will keep him quiet for now," he grumbled, then explained to Sabrial. "Poor blighter murdered his mother, then went completely brainsick...though it is unclear which happened first. Do pardon my outburst; it was the only thing that could shut him up." With a dismissive wave of his paw, he returned to their conversation.

"At any rate, where were we? Oh yes. You see, the fact that they did not catch you for murder puts you in a singularly peculiar situation...one that stands to trouble me." With no small effort, the raccoon managed to interlace his fingers together and bow his head in wordless brooding, wondering how much to say.
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Sabrial cringed as the rat began to sing and flinched further at Pierce's outburst. The song confused the young panther however and she turned her focus back to her cell-mate.

"What did he mean I'd be eaten by a monster?" She watched his brooding form and her confusion only grew the longer he was silent. "Pierce, just explain everything. I need to be prepared for whatever it is and I doubt it can be as bad as the things I've seen and done in the streets."

The sound of Philips whining next door could still be heard and it only agravated her further. "Shut-up Philip!!!" her scream echoed down the hall and she winced at how loud the sound became. "Sorry... Didn't mean to shout quite that loud."

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The only response to the panther's orders was a rattle of chains as Phillip the rat flinched. Then all was quiet in his cell.

Pierce laid his ears back when she prodded. He did not want to, but she had asked for it, and it would have been bad form to mince the truth. At the very least, he was warning her. "At first point, do not believe that rubbish about monsters. But...I am afraid, there are rather inexplicable goings-on in this prison."

The raccoon lowered his voice to a whisper, his eyes shifting. "In my years here, I have noticed a disturbing trend. Once every two weeks, a prisoner vanishes. He is led away by the guards to the warden's office, then escorted through a black door...willingly. Then he is never seen again." Pierce stroked his chins, musing. "The only connection is that every one of the prisoners were arrested for non-violent crimes. Furthermore, through my numerous failed escape attempts, I have been able to chart nearly the entire prison...with the exception of what lies beyond that particular door. The guards are afraid to even speak of it, for the mere act of questioning the warden about said door results in immediate termination. Therefore, even my closest informants among the staff can provide me with nothing. Rumors abound about some monster that lies within that...oh, bah."

Pierce waved a disgusted paw at the thought. "Superstitious fools think that the monster eats the furs who pass through the aforementioned black door. Utter nonsense. Monsters indeed," he huffed. "But at any rate, dear Sabrial, do be careful." For all the disgust he showed, that last sentence bore a mark of worry in Pierce's tone. He sounded genuinely concerned for his cell-mate.
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Sabrial listened closely to Pirce's explination and couldn't help the small spark of curiousity that ignited. The door had to be in the warden's office otherwise others would enter by mistake. The concern in the racoons voice brought a smole to Sabrials lips and she rested her hand on his for a moment. "Thank you Pierce. I know you didnt wish to speak of it, but thank you for warning me. I promise I'll be as carefull as I can."

Her words were followed by the distinct sound of movement outside their cell and the sound of a guards voice. The young panther moved quickly to their door and pressed her ear against it once again trying to figure out what they were down here for.

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The guards came to Sabrial and Pierce's cell and stopped. The wolf from before was joined by a jackal--funny how species of a certain kind tended to discriminate regarding the species they hired, and Warden Jean de Couernoir was no exception. Canids were the only ones he trusted, and in this age, that was a perfectly acceptable employment practice.

At any rate, these particular dogs looked at Sabrial with the sort of mixed emotions that a schoolpup might feel upon seeing a peer sentenced to the principal's office--fear combined with a sadistic ohh, you're gonna get it now kind of gloating.

"Prisoner Sabrial, the warden has summoned you to his office," the jackal said with an accent thicker than Pierce's waist. "Step back from the door." The wolf drew one of those newfangled pistols from his belt and trained it on her to deter any unneccessary breaks for it. Pierce gulped, his ears pinning back in dread. "Godspeed, milady," he whispered as if she were already being marched to the chopping block.

The jackal sneered at the ex-agent, then returned to Sabrial. He entered the cell and attempted to cuff her. "You will come quietly, or you will come with a blow to the back of the neck. It is your choice."
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Sabriel retreated to Pirces side when the door opened and remained there as the pair entered the cell. "The warden will have to wait a moment." She muttered this to herself as she tore a thin strip of bright cloth from her skirts and pressed it into Pierces paw. "Thank you for being so kind Pierce." She turned back to the guards slowly and took a few steps away from the large racoon.

"I'll come see to warden. Not in those however." She gestured at the handcuffs as she spoke and walked calmly to the door and the wolf whose name she had only just remembered. "Louis, how nice to see you again. Thank you for dinner." She stood just a foot away from the pistol now and she finally stopped walking, glancing back at the other guard. "Didn't you say the warden was waiting? Im rather anxious to see what he has planned."

She smiled, baring her teeth in the process, and gestured them out the door with one last glance at Pierce as the door closed behind them. "Goodbye Pierce."

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His head tilting in surprise at first, Pierce gently accepted the token and brought it to his nose, giving it a gentlemanly sniff. "Thank you, milady," he said with a slight bow, sad that he would surely never again see her. "It has been a pleasure, however brief."

But as to Sabrial's impudence, the jackal growled; the wolf bristled. "Fine, have it your way." Each grabbed one of the panther's arms and wrenched it behind her. In this fashion, they escorted her down the halls. Past howling lunatics and lonely, catcalling (do pardon, please) criminals, Sabrial was led to the warden's office. Though no more descript than any other non-cell door in Le Rocher, something about it seemed to emanate an ominous prescence, as if the aura of the office's owner had seeped into the very wood and stone. To go there meant something special--something bad.

Opening the door, the guard dogs pushed Sabrial into the office. The interior was far more ornate than the rest of Le Rocher. In fact, it was more ornate than half the buildings in the nearby town. Tapestries hung from the ceiling, the rug was imported from Kahun, and the desk was pure mahogany. A pair of shiny black boots rested upon this desk, and the paws filling them belonged to Jean de Couernoir himself. He was a middle-aged wolf the color of a depressing winter sky. World-weary, he lounged in his mahogany chair and peered down the barrel of his pistol. Looking up with a tired stare, he dismissed the guards, who closed the door behind them in what seemed like a restrained haste. Once alone with Sabrial, he removed his feet from the desk and swiveled toward her.

"Welcome, prisoner," he said in a flat, deadpan voice that lacked the energy or caring required to sound sincere, "Do take a seat." The warden waved his firearm toward a chair in front of the expansive desk. The politeness of Blackheart John's manner came off like unto a mockery of Pierce's hospitality. This was a wolf drunk on power and invincibility, toying with his prey.

"Go ahead and ask the question that is squirming inside your skull."
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Sabrial growled softly at the hash canines but allowed the hold as it kept the iron handcuffs from closing around her wrists. She easily tuned out the sounds of the prison as she was paraded through the halls but the closer they came to the wardens office the less noise she was forced to ignore. The harsh stone walls and thick door before her sent a low growl through her and it was only the guards rough grips keeping her from backing away.

The warden himself gave off the same impression and Sabrial remained standing despite the offer to sit. "The only question I have is how a man as drunk on power and wine as you must be thinks I can be forced to do anything against my will." There was still the hints of a growl in her voice as she addressed the canine across from her. She stood completly erect and at ease, tail swaying slightly, as she awaited the punishment she knew her words would bring. Despite her promise to Pierce that she would be careful she could not lower herself to be humble before this man.

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Jean stared, tight-lipped at his prisoner as she mouthed off to him. His blood was actually completely sober. Even so, after her impudent remark, the wolf grinned, displaying a set of false teeth--the expensive kind, harvested from slaves and screwed into the jaw by a dentist who believed pain was a good thing and anesthesia was an unneccessary frill.

"You are trying to goad me," he snarked, "How amusing. I always enjoy conversations with the smart prisoners. But my dear, you seem to not realize with whom you are dealing." Jean stood to pace.

"That other prisoner with whom you shared a cell...a one Pierce Connery. He probably still thinks he has outsmarted me with his little scheme. I will tell you, that bloated excuse for a broken down spy is the one being played. I will admit, when the guard informed me of his plot, at first I was furious that one of my prisoners would attempt something so impertinent as to make a deal behind my back. But then I realized that, if his cunning plan were allowed, it would actually benefit me. This is because now, he is a prisoner not only of these stone walls, but a prisoner of his own body. He could not escape if I fired the entire staff and opened all the doors myself, for he is trapped by his own grotesque bulk. So let him eat as much of my refuse as he likes. You must understand, my dear, that NOTHING goes on in this facility without my knowledge.

"Why, you may ask? Because my guards fear me. This is because I compensate them and their families extremely well. A wise tyrant knows how to crush not only with an iron fist, but a velvet one as well. The staff knows that if they were to question me or go against me, I could fire them. Then they would lose their generous earnings, and their very way of life would be in jeopardy." He hoped that his invincibility had now gotten through her head.

"But none of this concerns you," Jean said, sitting back down. He rested his elbows on the desk and interlaced his paws around the pistol. Decades of dealing with the criminal mind had taught him never to let his guard down entirely. "I am afraid I am in something of a bind. With the current political climate, His Majesty arrests new political prisoners nigh every week." With a grunt, John flipped open the gigantic roster in front of him, turning to the page with her name on it.

"I see you have been arrested for the crime of burglary." Looking over his reading glasses, the wolf remarked, "hardly the most grisly of offenses, and frankly, I don't care. The fact of the matter is, I need space for the real threats to society--political prisoners, lunatics, murderers, and the like. A mere burglar does not exactly cause my fur to turn white nor keep me awake at night. And dear Sabrial, you misunderstand me. I am not forcing you to do anything. You are going to do it willingly, if you have as much brain as you seem to. Yes, that was a compliment. Are you ready to hear my proposition, or would you rather be ignorant and stubborn?"
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