Thread: Captured and Contained-Moon/Tigress

Evander panted as he was left in his tiny little cell. he didn't give a damn really. he'd slept in worse places, he really had. war was hell and he refused to sleep anywhere that his men didn't get to sleep in. that was one of the reasons why he was so popular. most Generals demanded, at least a tent. Evander slept under the stars, in the mud, with the rain pouring down on him, right along side his men. he shuddered as he heard the shrieks of the terrified humans and tried to force himself into a sitting position. he gave up long before Jinx got there. he knew the Dragon as soon as he saw him, he was on the 'most wanted list' the list that Evander and his men went after. Van had killed his fair share of Dragons. any Major... all three of them, in the Special Armed Forces did. that was their job, they took down the most dangerous of the Anthro. the ones that could not be... 'fixed'. in the entire Special Armed forces, Evander was considered the most dangerous, because he did not fight like a human. he fought like a creature from hell itself. he didn't use just guns and knives, he used a long chain metal wip with deadly accuracy, and poison dipped... well, anything. a single nick could bring down a full grown elephant. funnily enough, there where rumors that Evander killed just as many humans as he did Anthro, and there was more than one eyewitness in the Anthro Army of Evander turning on his own commanding officer, if there was no one else around... Evander was also known for helping an occasional Anthro escape capture of the Young Major could get away with it. only rumors, but certainly interesting ones... not that it would make the fact that he himself had killed o less than Three Dragons on his own, any less damning. he stared at Jinx for a moment and then smiled, blood slipping out of his mouth as he coughed a few tims, the tricke of blood rolling down his neck as he felt the Dragons hands in his pockets. he didn't even try to struggle, he just laid there like a good little prisoner. Jinx Kilyer, known as The Heartless Beast... i suppose i should feal honored that i'm going to be tortured by the very best. Evander muttered, cringing as he tried to move into a more comfortable position so he could breath. i am Major Evander, Alexander Dumont, Slayer of the third class... at your mercy. he stated rather formally. the rumors of the young Major being a bit... insane, might also hold truth now. he shuddered at the sight of the gleaming fangs and he swallowed thickly, closing his eyes. he didn't want to die. he didn't want to leave little Sophie an orphan... but Jinx was not known for letting his prisoners live. oh some of them had a bit of an extended life, but in the end, they always died. ...i suppose you'll start by breaking my fingers? Van asked casually, as if the thought of being tortured was an old one. or a boring one. will you do me one small favor before we start the torture? there's a small carving of a rabbit in my chest pocket, and a letter. will you have them sent to my daughter? he asked hopefully. after all... he had saved a few Anthro, surely he would be granted such a simple request. it wouldn't even be hard, all they had to do was drop the letter and carved rabbit into the nearest human mailbox. wouldn't even be dangerous. Here's a picture of his daughter, in case you where curious her name is Sophira Emili Dumont . cute no?