Guardian Angel
The Guildmaster
An explosion of flavor hit Purrs taste buds sweet and sticky. A hunk of chocolate got caught in her throat and she coughed, spitting the rest of the foreign substance out and trying to dislodge it. After another paroxysm of coughs the little chuck had melted enough to be forced out by her violent coughs. All the flying objects fall undiscriminating to the ground walls cease to crack and the earth stops trembling lights come back on outside the cell (The ones that weren't destroyed in the chaos that is), and: her energy spent, Purr lay curled up on the floor in the corner of her cell tears still streaking down her cheeks "go 'way." she whispers in a tiny, terrified, desperate, exhausted voice, then she falls asleep.