New chap

Po's eyes scanned the interior of the room he was being held captive in. He could see everything, every crack, every bug, every inch if stone. He didn't understand, his vision was never this clear, never this sharp. It was like have a magnifying glass instead of eyes. It unnerved him, but at the same time...dude it was freakin awesome.

His new found tail moved idly in the air, accommodating his thoughts. That witch did something to him, and the way she said it... You exist, and as you are I cannot use you.

He gave an involuntary snarl, and the sound of metal made his ears twitch. He did a quick once over to find the source of the sound. His eyes slid over the ivy covered walls, and the dirt made floor. Nope. Then where...His mouth dropped open, as he looked as at his extended claws.

What the hell did she do to him? His eyes went back to check the shackles around his wrists. If nothing else he definitely had to get out of here before she did something else to, what was the word she used... to fix him, but what to do what to do? He now had sharp pin like claws, and now idea how to use 'em. Unfortunate. His ears flattened against his skull as he groaned in irritation. He took a deep breath, and cleared his thoughts. Thank you old furry piñata.

He methodically worked his wrists around in the shackles trying to get as much leeway to his paws as possible, when he had enough, he sucked in a breath, visibly shrinking, and used the point of one claw as a makeshift key. Twisting in every direction in hope of hearing the click of the shackles coming apart.

A second later his ear swiveled to the sound of the lock, and the manacles came off. He winced, and made a dive for the falling chains. Any unnecessary noises and he was screwed. His left arm was still bound, and so were both legs so diving was difficult, if not uncomfortable.

His paw slid around the edge of the chain, and... slipped. Craaaaaaaaaaap. The metal hit the floor with a resounding bang, echoing loudly off the walls. He cursed, and yanked at the rest of his chains, clawing, and biting anything for him to get the hell outta there. The sound of the guards was far off, but they might as well have been in the cell with him for all the good it was doing him. He snarled angrily at the chain, willing it break, and surprisingly it did. His luck must be coming back, of course his luck was what got him in here in the first place.

He broke through the chains on his legs, and made a sprint for the door. The guards were near he could sensel it, and see it, and if he didn't move he was gonna feel it too.

His options were smash through the guards, and hope by some miracle that would actually work, or smash through the wall and hope the way down was quicker than the way up. It was your typical lose-lose situation. Option one wasn't an option at all, he still didn't know how to work this body; it's been touch-and-go so far. His eyes narrowed a fraction, assessing the chance of his survival. Ah, screw it. Po made a lunge for the wall, bracing as he made contact. The wall shattered, and he heard a rush of wind as the sun was blotted out and, he fell into the chasm below.

In the chamber.

Shadow loped down the halls, his paws barely skimming the floor. He passed the antechamber, and the Dual Halls, and went straight to his Mistress' chamber. He burst into her room, not bothering to knock. She looked to be busy, gazing cynically into her crystal, which probably meant she already knew the news he was gonna tell her.

He panted, slightly out of breath. "Mistress the dragon warrior has escaped."

She laughed softly, surprising him. "Good...I'm glad."

He blinked confusedly. "Mistress?"

"If he had not escaped, he would be unworthy, a waste of time and a waste space."

Shadow wordlessly acknowledged that. "So...you're not mad."

"Not this time."

At the Jade Palace

It had been almost a month since Po left, and time continued to drag on. Everyone strained to obtain the sense of normalcy they had before Po came, putting up a front, and wisely biding their time till they were able to leave, and all they had to do was wait for Tigress' signal, and wait was exactly what they were doing, any holes in the plan, or actions before the time was right, and that was it. So they paced themselves, and waited with all the patience of the kung fu masters they were acclaimed to be, hoping that the panda was alright, and that Tigress would lead them when the time came, but right now they went on continuing to...wait.

Po groaned as the sun hit his fur, and his eyes. He glared icily at the sun, for the pain it was causing him. He then gave a low whine, his arm burned it felt like someone took an axe to it, and left it there. You know maybe it wasn't the sun. He looked down, and immediately regretted it. A dark pool of blood covered the overture of his side. His blood, and following that line of sight he winced as he saw a short spear plunged into his limp arm. Well that explained a lot.

Well what did Mantis say if someone sticks you with something sharp the logical thing would be to pull it out. He slowly reached for the spear, gauging the distance. His hand slipped around the edge, and he gave light pull. White pain exploded in his head, and he hissed in pain. Ok so pulling, yeah, bad idea.

His breath came in short pants, as he glared angrily at the spear. Ok so when the sun was blotted out, that wasn't him losing consciousness, those were spears, and arrows being aimed at him. How nice. He sighed and got heavily to his feet, running on two legs was hard, and it hurt, even more so now that he his arm was a pin cushion.

His eyes narrowed as he looked around. There was snow, snow, and... look that looks interesting, more snow. Did it even matter where he went? He didn't think so, as long as it was far from here. He crouched, and unsteadily got on all fours. He was a cat of some kind, right so running on his paws should be easy. I mean, how hard could it be? He saw Tigress do it all the time.

It was official, running sucked, and it wasn't easy either. His paws ached, his shoulder burned, and he tripped every other step. He's got to be the worst cat in the history of cats. I mean good lord weren't all cats suppose to land on their feet. He jumped off one of the tallest mountains he's ever climbed, and he was pretty sure his face is what took the impact.

He sucked in another gulp of air. It felt like he'd been running for hours. Sure the landscape changed. There's a lot less snow, and a lot more green, but he still had to find a place to rest. This bites. He wasn't a wilderness scout he didn't know how to survive in the wild. He was just...him.

His ear swiveled to catch the sound of something that wasn't his uneven, and clumsy gait. It was something else. Something different. He skidded to a stop, and tried to peer around the large dust clouds he had created. He gave a snarl, a clear challenge to whoever it was. His eyes narrowed to slits, as he waited, watching for the...thing whatever it was. He was watching so attentively, that a bird swept out of the bushes skimming his nose, he jumped, and gave a surprised yell, and for a second felt incredibly non-smart.

He growled in the direction the bird had flown off in, and his eyes widened in surprise. The bird was gone, but in the direction it had flown off in was a cave. It didn't look that comfortable, and was kinda high off the ground, but it was better than staying here with no protection. He started running again, adamant in ignoring the growing pain in his speared shoulder. He loped up the slope, jumping clumsily from rock to rock, and collapsed in the forefront of the caves. Dreams of home plagued his sleep.

Po rose several hours later dehydrated, and hungry, he hadn't eaten in a long time, and he was practically spent. He tumbled out of the cave in search for food, yelping as he fell unceremoniously on his tail. He grumbled angrily, and padded out, looking for something, anything to eat. He tripped again on a root, and passed out. It was to much.

The lioness growled angrily that evil lecherous...toad. She couldn't believe it. She was this close to sending him to a home where they torture old people. Today she had gone to the market to get some medical supplies , and some Una leaves for his bones, and he had the gall to make cat calls at any and every single female in the village.

Then he had tried to set her up with the butcher, which with no disrespect to him of course, but seriously that's disgusting and extremely insulting. The butcher's an idiot who thinks he knows everything, and believes the world was built for his amusement, as his plaything.

She wanted someone with class, who didn't reek of blood all the time. The old bat had complained that he was in need of a greater water supply, and had sent her out to ...retrieve it for him. Like she was a freakin Chihuahua or something. She snarled as she swiped at the bushes on her way to the river. She made a stride out of the bushes and into the clearing where the Garion River was, and dropped the jar she was holding in surprise.

On the other side of the river was one of the most beautiful beings she's ever 's seen many a tiger, but white tigers were rare, and there before her one lay, like right there. She took in his appearance he was ragged, like he'd been traveling for days. His ribs were visible beneath his fur, and he was bloody, and beaten, but beside all of that he was still a majestic looking creature. She skimmed the river quickly, and walked toward him cautiously. She stepped lightly in front of him, her hands went to touch the spear, and she skirted back as paw lashed out at her. The tiger in front of her was still unconscious, his pupils were dilated and his dark blue eyes were glazed over, but his body was subconsciously protecting him.

She rolled her eyes. Things just couldn't be easy, could they? She made a feint, for his wounded shoulder, and winced as she punched him in the gut. He was gonna feel that in the morning. He visibly crumpled and collapsed. She stepped toward him, and gave him a light poke. Nothing happened. Good. She knelt down beside him, and picked him, balancing his weight over her shoulders. Now what to say to the lazy hermit. Hey I found a pet can I keep it didn't seem to fit. She rehearsed different sayings praying one of them would work. If not she could always buy him something. He was a sucker for gifts.