working on a jailbreak.

CASCA It was scary there, and with no one to impress, Casca no longer cared that he was being a baby. He just wanted Ma, or Da, or Gal—even Haldir would have been a welcome sight in this strange dark wood. Tears streamed openly down his face as he shuffled along, doing his best to remember the sneaky stuff Da had taught him. He’d always loved Da’s tricks, but they weren’t fun now like they always had been before. Today, he had the overwhelming sense that his sneaking was a matter of survival: he was no longer the hunter, but the hunted. It made him feel small, despite all Da had told him about being a prince and being brave. The red colt stifled a wet hiccup and crept on, shaking. Fatigued and inexperienced as he was, it was inevitable the moment would come. Given his track record, it was actually surprising how far he’d managed to make it before he snapped the twig, the sharp sound of the break seeming to thunder like a cannon in his ears. Casca froze. Had anyone heard that? "Talk." OOC: Short, but wanted to get something quick in! the bastard prince

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