User blog:Ejaxk The Abyss/Scraggy

It was very dark in the deep dungeons of Bargate Isle. From the constant dripping noise coming from the ceiling, to the constant odor of rust, Bargate Isle was barely livable. Damp, musty and dangerous, only the most horrible of criminals were sent there. Cannibals, strapped to the walls to stop them from eating each other, genocidist foxes with long, curving scars, and insane warlords graced its spartan cells. In Cell Block C stood Ragtail, a seasoned fox guard. Cell Block C consisted of a large room with two floors; on the bottom, cages big and small. On the top, walkways all around the room for guards to patrol across. At the north corner of Block C stood Solitary Confinement. A reinforced cage, Solitary Confinement stood 20 feet away from any other cage. Inside the dank cage sat an albino wolf. Being in prison, he wore a black and white striped tunic and pants. Apart from those, the only accessories he wore were the dozen belts he was forced to wear as Solitary Confinement protocol. Being an albino, his fur was entirely white, except for his head fur. His rather spiky head fur was a bright, startling green. None could explain how or why. When asked, he would simply smile and laugh his evil, almost malicious, laugh, sending chills down the spines of all near by. "I don't like that 'un." Said Ragtail, standing near Solitary Confinement, albeit on the walkway above. "Dey say heez spost to be ear fer life. Some say heez crazed in da hed. Dat's why he's wrapped in da belts all the time." Beside him stood Plagter, an eager, new mouse guard. He dreamed of one day becoming the best warden ever. Plagter took a step towards the cage. The wolf had his back to them, seemingly staring at the wall. "Turn round, yah filth, let me get a good look at ya!," the young mouse barked. The mysterious creature slowly turned around, a sly grin plastered on his face. "How are those pataters, matey? Theys good taters." The guard tilted his head in confusion, "What?" "I said, DO YOU LIKE THE BLOODY POTATOES!?," asserted the wolf. On't get 'im started; see, I told he was wacky. The strangest one in the whole prison, I bet.," said Ragtail, pulling Plagter away from the cage." The old, reformed fox nodded. "Aye, we had to wrap him up in our belts to keep him from killing the poor soul that feeds him. All I do is slide the plate under the bars of his cell. I ain't going in there." Plagter had an extremely uncanny feeling about the wolf, who wouldn't stop muttering about potatoes and staring at them as they walked away. They were almlost out of the room when the wolf suddenly shouted," I'll be back! You see if I don't.