namelesswind​:
The Ziz was unaware of this, but it seemed like, with every passing day, the magical control that his late Mistress had over him was slowly dissipating even if his psyche was refusing it. However, that was fueling his curiosity and his desire for true freedom. Which is why with only being here for a few days, he was rapidly becoming impatient to learn more about the institution he was held captive in. The best opportunity to do any sort of investigation was the one hour that the captives had outside. Still, he was restrained by the guards’ presence, which meant sticking with the group of inmates under scrutinous supervision. This could have been easier if he were to fly, but it appeared that the collar inhibited his abilities, essentially turning him human. How pathetic. Regardless, Ventus continued to go as far from the group as possible, testing the limits and see if he could even sneak away.
@krovscastlestarters​
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As it turned out, Zahur wasn’t as ready to be back in the castle as he had originally thought. It already felt stuffy with the staff collar around his throat, even now he absently tugged at it as he headed outside. In desperate need of fresh air instead of stale castle air, the dragon decided to take a walk around the grounds. With summer looming in the distance, there was less snow and a slight warmth to the sun as it shone down. It wasn’t quite as good as being on the sea, but it was the closest he could get in Russia. The sound of chatter and laughter drew his attention and, as he rounded the corner, he wasn’t surprised to see the slaves outside albeit guarded and watched over, like sheep in a herd. There was one he noticed in particular, slowly slinking away from the rest of the group. Zahur found it rather amusing, even chuckling to himself as the man got closer. “You’re straying a little far from the group, aren’t you?” the dragon asked. “You don’t want them to think you’re running.”
