The sound of chains rattle the tent.
The young judge paces from side to side, lips curled upward before he drops on four and moves to the other end of tent, looking for something, anything, to little avail as he finds the makeshift furnishes empty as his bowels. And he lets a frustrated growl, great.
Just. Fan-Fucking-tastic.
he moves to the exit, only to find himself cut short of the movement by the neck, body following fowards but soon enough loosing balance, forcing him to far as his head and neck remain in place. He shakes his head stubbornly and snorts as he turns his head then.
Claw-less hands grip sorely to the magic construct made from his own magic, taken away in prototype spells to buildn a more resilient binding. Who the fuck did that? he doesn’t know, but likely it was one of the cooks that slipped in to leave food while they were away hunting, sneaky bastards. They were lucky to catch him with the guard low. He was willing to take a lot of things, go through several unpleasant experiences, but this? This was both ridiculous and...
“ Ah, judge Rhowën, good to see you awake. “
Ears snap to the source of the voice, before his head jerks slowly to his direction, fur rising in anger as he quickly snaps forward, only to be stopped again by the chains, earning a choked bark on his behalf, the man sighs to the sight, only stepping lightly away from the mage’s reach. merely staring with sad as the other snarls, growls and barks while trying to reach the guy.
“ Sir, I am going to listen, but you need to calm down. “
“ Sir, this is both for your and our well beings, nothing was wearing them down, weren’t they? They needed to be cut, if not they would not only hurt people, but yourself too eventually, ever seen a dog with overgrown nails? Nasty shit. “
And that would matter to him because?
“ Sir, at the pace you seven are going, they will end up curling and piercing your fingers, and they were just getting sharper, not shorter, that is a big hazard with you guys as you are. “
“ Look, I know it was done poorly, but otherwise you wouldn’t have liked it. “
They had literally chosen to declaw him, and likely the rest if their equally agitated responses were anything to go by, pacing around the place and throwing everything around. Did they know what it felt like? he could feel the lack of the claws as his fingers bleed subtly, paws humid and fur wet as his flesh screamed the wrongness of cauterized wounds inflicted by removing what once were nails. All because someone just couldn’t wait a little more...
And on top of it, they stole their papers, their research on figuring how to wield their magic without killing themselves over it. wasting them over what? A muzzle? like if they were dogs? It was insulting. It was Humiliating. And it Hurt.
Was this how things were going to be? Humiliation before death? Anything but some sense of compassion from even their own people? Even as they may be killing themselves for them? What would it take for them? How low would the put them, what was next? a collar and being treated like some pet? demeaning nicknames? a dog’s bowl instead of a place and some messy scraps?
“ Calm down, sir, or I’ll be force to do it. “
Calm, he wants him to be calm. He stops, lips curling towards a mocking smile, dangerously on edge. As his throat lets some wheezing laughs leave him, or a similar noise warped in the struggling body. Somewhere between processing what he has been asked, and trying to figure out a way to react to being told to be just fine with it.
They have been tolerant, patient, fair and the best they could try to be. They had given them, criminals and civilians alike, the chances. Everything. And this was how it was their treatment. It was disappointing, frustrating, insulting, It was quite despair inducing... but it wasn’t just that, oh, there were many things he felt, but above all of the things he was feeling?
And he knew it was ANGER what he felt, even if he hadn’t felt it for a while now, thanks to Kairos’ spell or drugs. He knew the telltale boiling feeling crawling through his chest, clawing at his veins onto every inch of his being. Intoxicating his mind with a terrifying ease. And how could it not? He was right to feel so. It was perfectly justified to feel that, his condition be damned, he had every right to be angry, no... he had every right to be pissed to hell, heaven and back.
And he had every right to want to tear this man apart, leave naught but rendered shreds of meat, and minced flesh as he mutilated his corpse. He had every right to be homicidal over it, wrong or not. He was their superior, and he had been more than fair and his treatment was shat upon, then spit on and buried in endless waste. It was only NATURAL, it was only RIGHT to be so. He and the rest had been far too coddling of others, far too easy on them. Perhaps it was time to put them on their places, right? This one would be the first, but this time? Living would be a commodity.
He wanted to demean things in such a way, then it was fine, he would give him a reason for them to decide putting muzzles on them, he would give them a reason to knock him out. And he would make sure they knew if they crossed any more lines, they would just up, and leave everyone to rot with the consequences of their own damn stupidity, himself included. Either way he wouldn’t feel them for long, would he? No, he wouldn’t, he would lose himself soon enough.
Just like he was going to do now.
Was it pety? yes, but it mattered to him no more, and he actually felt thrilled at the idea of the expression on the mans face. The scents of a prey realising its mistake only for it to be far to late to change a single thing. He could forgive many things, he had done it many times, but right now? Right now he didn’t felt like forgiving, no. He felt like punishing their foolishness. He was done coddling the fearfull foolish actions of theirs, they feared they would act a certain way and betrayed their trust? Fine, for every action, an equal opposite reaction.
Something his magic seemed to agree with, even as it struggled. It even cheered at the willingness to act on it, egging him further and pleading to be used, even if it was weak. Who was he to question hat truly, he was chained and with a muzzle, without reach towards the man.
The sight was enough to alarm the man, he knew, as eyes narrowed and he pulled out the object. Earning a vicious snarl as lips curl towards sadistic anticipation, stance dropping as he slowly circles closer tot he furniture, an action the man is not ignorant to. And quickly responds with professional reflexes as he lauches himself to the other side, twisting fast enough to shield himself as he grabs the wooden object, narrowly missing the needle meant to pacify him. Before shattering the item and throwing the remains at him.
It was enough to piece a hole, as the tent was unprotected, and kill the two guards outside along a few other soldiers, did he care? not really, it was just some collateral damage now. And quite a good reminder to not cross them ever again, something he and the others would let clear once the found the ones who both suggested this and did it.
But right now he was going to focus first on this nuisance, this pest that have been bold to think, just because he’s in his situation, he was raise his ass and think himself above everything, and above the law. All he needed was just some seconds more, just a little more, his magic was already fighting the fading medicines put in his bloodstream. Just a little more and he would test his own spell’s fragility. After all, they were just the prototypes.
If he was honest, it was surprising how much control he still had, despite giving up self restrain. Perhaps that was one of their issues? Perhaps if they gave up control on their own volition and at their own pace it wouldn’t be so hard on their bodies, it was a curious thought. One he could see his man didn’t appreciate it, but oh well, it wasn’t like he was going to complain for much longer.
He can already feel the poison burning ar his arms as he lets amused pants leave his throat, not unlike the rasped breath bordering another snarl. And hands pull at his heck, clawing at the collar formed as he focuses on the feeling of his absent claws, every detail and sensation once given from them. So his magic was quick to oblige, following his memories as it coils and compresses within his fingers, searing the flesh further before closing his wounds.
It doesn’t take long before the spell buckles, too rigid to fight back something it wasn’t built to take head on. Perhaps if it had been more malleable in its inner workings. But unfortunately for the young soldier, it snapped away as he cried out for more guards. And soon enough Rhowën was clawing in a similar manner to his muzzle, before tearing it apart and letting his jaws open with a wilder, more vicious growl. As inhuman as his visage as canines and sharp teeth were exposed in his rabid maws, drool already falling as the corner of his lips curl upwards.
He should’ve left him alone to calm down, instead of corner and press him further against his wounds. But alas, like any fool that didn’t know anything about all things wild, he and the others pressed them... Well, it wasn’t going to be his fault if they prompted him to bite, literally. He probably wouldn’t enjoy himself for long, and some fail-safe would kick in soon, but he would make the best of it whilst he was conscious, and sure that the mess was discouraging enough for any future ruse of their own men, or any thought close to such.
It was fine, really, he’s been accumulating too much. He needed to let go some of it you know? How much harm would it do him biting a few idiots?
Kairos forgive is lack of self care, but honestly he was done for tonight.
