Wakey Wakey, Earth Is Shaking

Bloodshot eyes blinked wearily in the dingy environment. Ra'rimiri Grair'ow could not tell whether Ridna'hin was shining above or whether it was the kira. She was not even sure how many days it had been. There was no real way to tell with the artificial lights of the grimm that lined the concrete walls surrounding her. The only other canna she was acutely aware of were her sister, Navira, who paced back and forth nervously, and the unknown canna'thi who faced them on the opposite side of the open wall. Well, as open as a wall could be. The metal wire that stretched over it prevented either of the sisters any form of escape as it had always bounced back with a loud clang whenever assaulted.

A soft whine escaped the brindle mutt's lips before her ears perked at her sisters words. It was true, there was a weird static to the air. A strange scent lingered on the damp air that filled their prison. But this prison was different from any Ra had ever known. The grimm prison was made their home long before her time. Abandoned as it was. No, this place was different. This prison was one made for the canna by the grimm's hand. It was a strange place, an alien place, and a place that she longed to leave behind. If only she had the room to stretch her legs and let them carry her far away from this horrible place. Instead she was stuck in this cramped cell.

Dark brown ears perked at the rattling door as her merle sister shook at it, calling out to those within the shelter. It was hopeless. Even those ele'canna of the Why'o were trapped in their own cells. They would not be able to save the sisters as they were unable to even save themselves.

Eti'uru. Escape the slammer. Games they had played as pups should have prepared them for such a day as this. Ra may have found the thought amusing if not for the direness of their predicament. A shiver rolled up her spine, causing her dark, striped fur to stand on end at the thought of what may become of them. She had never known a canna to escape the grimm before. When canna were emle grimm, they usually were presumed emle rumblier. Gone from this world. Is that what was to happen to her? To her clan mates who had ventured out on their expedition? To her sister?

With a snarl and a sharp bark she threw herself against the shaking wall. One solid slam from her body and she retreated back to her corner in defeat.

Bi-colored eyes narrowing, she glared at her sister's comment. A plan. Yes. But what plan? They had tried everything she could think of! The door didn't budge when assaulted. She had tried squeezing her way through every corner and point where her muzzle could fit through. She had scratched at the concrete flooring until her claws bled - whittled down to the quick. Scratching lazily at the solid flooring, she spoke.

"What did you have in mind?" She paused briefly, contemplating their options. "...I'm not sure I can dig anymore."

Her mind ventured to their clan mates. They needed someone more clever than the two of them. A part of Ra seemed to recall a time when others considered her clever. Maybe even as clever as a zelfa. But that was a long time ago. She was different now. Beaten down by the calling of her destiny. A destiny that she had no interest in. The owi position brought her no joy. Especially now where she felt less than helpless.

A look of determination crossed her facial features at the thought. No. She refused to be helpless and useless. Strutting back over to the front of the kennel she opened her jaws wide, placing the metal bits between her teeth. Chomping down hard, she braced herself and pulled. After only two tugs at the metal she released her jaws and took two tentative steps back. Cocking her head to the side she stared at her makeshift opponent. It was no use, the shape was too awkward to get a decent grip.

Letting her eyes follow the entry wall upward, her gaze fell upon the locking mechanism. That was how the grimm had opened the doors to take the canna out of their cells. Tilting her head to the other side she stared, trying to come up with an idea that seemed to be tickling at the edge of her brain.

Ra'rimiri's lips peeled back in her frustration mere moments before she started barking in a manic way - matching the calls and cries of the others in the enclosure that she could not see and existed only by scent and voice. In her anger she strung together a slew of curses and threats at the idea of a grimm that lay just beyond her senses.

"Rolsch! Greyo'alo! Li'ibo grimm! Grimm'e restephus udu! Mato'yabi!"

Panting, she turned back to her sister and took a deep breath, the fire behind her eyes dimmed as she withdrew herself. "Okay..." she said with a sigh, "What's the plan, ele'canna?"