Board Thread:Roleplaying/@comment-7262318-20170106233106/@comment-32420582-20170107211109

In one of the cells, there was sounds of angry yelling and screaming, as well as the occasional sound of human flesh meeting metal. Arknir was pissed that he awoke in this strange place, as he began pacing with his hands bloodied and pride wounded.

To anyone on the outside, he'd look like a caged, pathetic animal who was desperately scrambling for a chance at survival.

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The cold stone against the feeling of naked scaled is strange... Chutul noted absently in his head, as he tried to get a good look at the lock to the door while looking for anything as a makeshift lock pick. He let out a small growl and hiss of annoyance, wondering who he had pissed off to have this happen.

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Vaynnelea awoke with a gasp, her eyes winding as colour drained out of her ashen face and terror filled her eyes. She quickly pushed herself into a sitting position, blinking rapidly as her eyes adjusted to the room lighting. A foul tasting bile and burning tears rose within her, as fear overtook her as she realised she was trapped.

"Hello?" She called out feebly, approaching the cell door and carefully placing her hands on it.