The guards moved to take Arin into custody, leading him away from the light of the sun and into the darkness of his new reality. His cellmate, a towering figure with skin as black as coal and eyes that seemed to see right through him, was named Kael. Kael had been in Ironwood for years, accused of a crime he too claimed not to have committed.
The FUTA guard stopped. Its face was a mask of smooth, porous stone with two vents for breath and a single vertical slit where eyes should have been. It tilted its head. A sound emerged, like rocks grinding in a deep well. Then it spoke, in a voice that was neither male nor female, but the vibration of a collapsing mine.
The once vibrant and carefree prince found himself in a cold, harsh environment, surrounded by inmates who didn't care about his royal lineage. The prison was called The Darkstone, notorious for its strict regimen and the mysterious disappearances of some of its inmates.
But little did Elric know, his journey was far from over. The rival prince who had framed him was growing impatient, and new challenges were on the horizon, threatening to upend Elric's fragile sense of security.
"Oh, don't worry, Highness. We keep the inmates separate... mostly. But first, you need to be processed. Checked for contraband."
The door to his cell creaked open, and a burly guard strode in. "Time for dinner, elf," he growled, tossing a stale loaf of bread and a cup of watery soup onto the small table in the corner.
The guards moved to take Arin into custody, leading him away from the light of the sun and into the darkness of his new reality. His cellmate, a towering figure with skin as black as coal and eyes that seemed to see right through him, was named Kael. Kael had been in Ironwood for years, accused of a crime he too claimed not to have committed.
The FUTA guard stopped. Its face was a mask of smooth, porous stone with two vents for breath and a single vertical slit where eyes should have been. It tilted its head. A sound emerged, like rocks grinding in a deep well. Then it spoke, in a voice that was neither male nor female, but the vibration of a collapsing mine. Elf Prince Goes to Prison Part 1 -FUTA- -Sleepy-B-
The once vibrant and carefree prince found himself in a cold, harsh environment, surrounded by inmates who didn't care about his royal lineage. The prison was called The Darkstone, notorious for its strict regimen and the mysterious disappearances of some of its inmates. The guards moved to take Arin into custody,
But little did Elric know, his journey was far from over. The rival prince who had framed him was growing impatient, and new challenges were on the horizon, threatening to upend Elric's fragile sense of security. The FUTA guard stopped
"Oh, don't worry, Highness. We keep the inmates separate... mostly. But first, you need to be processed. Checked for contraband."
The door to his cell creaked open, and a burly guard strode in. "Time for dinner, elf," he growled, tossing a stale loaf of bread and a cup of watery soup onto the small table in the corner.
