You're doing freaking amazing today, first of all, lovely writing, especially for pushing through what you are! Could you do an unlikely duo from the og group getting themselves out of a sticky situation?
Y’all are so sweet, thank you so much.
“Hmm. This is not ideal.”
Zarkon sighed quietly and closed his eyes, resisting the urge to snap at his fellow prisoner.
It would both do them no good in getting out of their current upside down predicament and it wouldn’t even help his irritation any.
Then something tapped his nose.
He blinked, staring at the dagger dangling in front of his face.
A dagger held in a familiar armored tail.
“They... actually forgot... to tie your tail,” he groaned in disbelief at Dracha’s soft chuckling. Then he glared at the backs of the slavers that the knife had evidently been stolen from.
How in the nine hells had these idiots managed enough brains between the lot of them to catch them in the first place?
Still, he wasn’t complaining as the knife vanished from view and began working at their bindings. Instead, he braced himself for the inevitable drop when the last rope fell free.
Then he was going to teach some slavers a very quick and brutal lesson on why you should properly secure your captives.