At some time late in the night, a gold scale flecked, toned, muscular female in plate-mail is seen being accompanied by a Gold Dragon, which seemed to be carrying an unconcious red winged biped. Eventually the gold dragon, paused outside the temple. The limp half-red is then passed off to the gold female half dragon who then carries the unconcious black-leather garbed into the temple and delivered near the entry to the Cleric.

A quiet brief rundown is given of perceived malady, leaving the unconscious red scale there before the gilded duo departs.

(//PM sent to Peeves btw.)

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Dwagin [Duh-wa-GIN] N. - 1a. Small and cute thingum, particularly fond of four legged scaled creatures of the metalic and chromatic varieties.

-Extraordinarily ordinary in the mostest of ways.

Cerila is roused early in the morning by the chatter and gossip of the other novices about the dragon that visited the temple. She wondered howself how this could be great news while some of the Templars could summon a similar creature to aid.

Sifting fact from folly, she decides to visit this new patient first thing after morning prayers; determined to find out if it is not after all a malady ailing the patient.

Persephone peeks in on the red, her eyebrows perk, and she makes a mental note to return when he has awoken.

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Persephone Ashallin - Persistant Salandran
Vrok - Cudgel?

At some point, the half-red would wake within the warded cell. Wings curled about himself for warmth in the stone walled room while slowly staring through the dimness and drabness within. Faint iridescence remains in his gilded eyes as he began to move to catalog what he had still on his person, if anything of his possessions. A low simmering growl remained steady. Rage was filing through his veins like a pot of noodles, ready to boil over in a frothy mess. He didn't move much as a hairline fracture of a legbone kept him mostly subdued in mobility. His stomach complained for food. All in all he was in pain, ticked off, irritated, and caged. A low burning ire rolled within him.


"Where am I?.. Le' me ou'!..there's things I need 'o do... I do nar have 'ime was'ing here..."

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Dwagin [Duh-wa-GIN] N. - 1a. Small and cute thingum, particularly fond of four legged scaled creatures of the metalic and chromatic varieties.

-Extraordinarily ordinary in the mostest of ways.

From outside the cell comes a voice; Elrien's caught wind that Rras is locked up, and she and Cometer have apparently made it their business to stop in and check on him. From the sounds of it, she's imploring he calm a bit and relax, so he can get out.

//As per the usual, prod for actual IC fun ness.

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Aly'dra Zau'ana: Priestessish Of Eilistraee
Danika Nefzen: Druid of the Earthmother
Delia Am'Anodel: Paladin of Torm

The room is well lit, via continual light spells, and food is given to him whenever he asks.

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Persephone Ashallin - Persistant Salandran
Vrok - Cudgel?

The night gave way to a bit of slumber from the heavy blow to the head he had taken, resting quite a bit within the first two days. Unwilling, or unable to put weight on his right leg, he remained on the ground resting in the pile of hay.

Upon the second day he awoke deep in the night, if only to begin yelling. Well, more snarling, in Draconic. It continued for hours. Demands for food. Release, ..attention. Giving in to tension induced headache from the concussion he had recieved. Passing out from the rather consistent rage he was in.

Restless shifting continued within the cell sometime in the early morning hours. His eyes tracing over the mortar and joins of the walls and floor. Deep clawings draw preternaturally sharp talons against the stone floor. Obviously, he did not want to be here. Blood boiling with insatiable rage, he clutched at himself, up into a ball on the cool stone floor, hay doing little to preserve warmth, wings folded over himself, tail curling up 'tweenst his legs, as he would pant heavily.

Draconic mutterings were carrying on over the hours within the cell, " Let me out. I will kill them for this. I have important things to do. I told them they were either friend or foe. Help or get the snark out of my way. They're going to regret this.. regret this betrayal, putting me here. I will carve that interloping Landbound Catfish's skull free of its meat. Why won't you stupid creatures open the door and let me free... let. Me. Out!... Someone is going to die for this. I.. hate..being alone in a cage, who do you think you are, my Creator!? Stupid humans, keeping me from doing what I need... I have ... to...save her. No one takes my things! Ertherasvim.. I will get you back.. whatever I have to do.. May you be taken to the Nine and Flogged till every pore in your skin bleeds! Why must you interlope with my work? I am not done yet... They never understand... why must they always meddle.."

Frustrations would be vented on the stone, metal, anything he could get his claws on in the cell, marring, and destructive tendencies there. He was not good, not nice. In and out of consciousness, raging and passing out, water from the pail had been drained. His stomach complained to be fed.

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Dwagin [Duh-wa-GIN] N. - 1a. Small and cute thingum, particularly fond of four legged scaled creatures of the metalic and chromatic varieties.

-Extraordinarily ordinary in the mostest of ways.

In spite of the fairly consistent requests food, he would eat, perhaps contributing to his sleepiness and probably helping his healing. The half-red had a rather high metabolism due to his large mass of muscle. He would 'finish' with yet another batch of food, his hunger which was quite high... lacking the thrill of the chase, the capture, the kill the food they brought lacked all this fulfillment he normally got from 'eating' was sated.. This drive, this predatory nature which swelled within the confines of his skull in this confining cell. Realisticly little to do other than be, eat, claw, stare and rant, this contained most of his day. Staring about, eyes adjusted to the extended exposure to unnatural light as his muzzle lowered once more into the hay. Unquenchable was his fiery irritation; as if the mere presence of being there was an affront to his very existence. A few more hours passing.. each exacerbating the eccentricities drawn out as his senses hyper-focused. Demanding more food, the time it took to bring it being not fit to his patience. Self control waned as if the act of containing him magnified and captured what normally would be vented, another Draconic mutter drew from him nearly dripping venom as his latest meal would be delivered..

"How can you expect me to live on this.. it is dead, the life has left it, it may as well be rotten for it!"

He threw the newest provided meal at the far wall, curling up aft'ward. Balling up the large amount of hay.

"What is the purpose of this? What insanity is it to keep me here like this?!"

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Dwagin [Duh-wa-GIN] N. - 1a. Small and cute thingum, particularly fond of four legged scaled creatures of the metalic and chromatic varieties.

-Extraordinarily ordinary in the mostest of ways.

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Logins: Ramika, Li'lMikachu

Without ceremony,the half-red would be released, and seen very swiftly departing the temple grounds, right leg bandaged, making his way to the boat to Kempo's.

Not a second glance would be given to the temple.

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Dwagin [Duh-wa-GIN] N. - 1a. Small and cute thingum, particularly fond of four legged scaled creatures of the metalic and chromatic varieties.

-Extraordinarily ordinary in the mostest of ways.