Celebrimbor Helyanwë (suntdracones) wrote in st_margarets, @ 2014-09-20 16:24:00 |
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Entry tags: | character: ade borrero, character: ashton hartley, location: the warlock's mines |
Thread: Uncooperative
WHO: Adrian and Ashton
WHEN: Saturday afternoon
WHERE: Holding Cell in the Warlock's Mine
This was beyond ridiculous. Ashton wanted out. He wanted to be free and he wanted to be able to transform into his true self again. The fact that he was being denied, kept caged, infuriated him to no end. His gold was left unprotected back at the school, his witch too. However those Templar Knights had known he was there, Ashton doubted they'd left any stone unturned in their quest to slay the dragon. Barclay may very well be laying dead in a pool of blood, cut down by the armored warriors. And here he was, locked in a cage as a human.
For not the first time in the six days they'd been taken, Ashton slammed his fists against the bars and growled fiercely with his anger. The bars rang out, but didn't bend or show any sign of weakness, just like all the times before. The human form was weak. It wasn't durable like his true form. Ashton's hands were bruised and bloody from hitting the bars, from hitting the walls, and from overturning everything in his cell that was not bolted down. He had other bruises that weren't his own doing - at least not directly.
Whenever the stone sentinels came to remove him from the cell, Ashton fought them tooth and nail and had to be forcibly subdued. Even in his weak skin covered human form, Ashton was strong. He'd managed to break the hand of one of the magical constructs once before they started to shackle him when removing him from the cell. Ashton's wrists were red with welts from fighting against the shackles. They took his blood, his saliva, hair, fingernails, and even a sampling of his human form's skin. Ashton dared them to take more, to let him transform and try to take his scales, his talons, his fangs, even his heart if they were brave enough, but the stone creatures didn't seem to respond to his words, which made Ashton even more infuriated.
Each time he tried to transform and blast the stone monsters into oblivion with his dragonfire, the piercing sound struck his mind, causing him to feel as though his head was being rent into two halves, and Ashton had tried to shift so often, and so willfully, that the pain had driven him to going unconscious on more than one occasion. Unconsciousness was the only time he rested. Otherwise, the tall boy paced the small space of the cell in a constant stride, not stopping to eat, to drink, or to sleep.
The only reservations Ashton had taken was to be sure he didn't unintentionally injure his cellmate. Adrian was not the cause of this, the dragon had determined. He would not bear the brunt of his rage. And besides, the fairy seemed to be having his own issues coping with being caged underground.
Ashton turned to pace back across the span of bare floor in front of the bars for the hundredth time that day, prowling and giving a low growl when one of the stone sentinels walked by. The monster didn't stop at their cell, though. It stopped further down, removing some other prisoner and taking them away. Ashton listened, pausing to sniff the air, and then resumed pacing, letting out a snort and an ornery muttering snarl in Draconic.
To make matters worse, the dragon could smell gold down there.