The dreaming world was rarely kind to Braelin; his past wrought with painful memories. However, his prevailing escape was a pleasant one compared to most others, probably due to his travels with Cheswick. The Ahroun led their pack of two with Braelin finally managing to pull his own weight. Eventually, the duo settled in the great white north, appropriating a cabin away from one of the central population hubs. She was sound asleep in the pile of shredded fabrics while he cooked up a breakfast of various meats and eggs. The golem was not a fantastic cook by anyone's standards, but it wasn't too demanding to fry up a greasy mess in a skillet. His wolf stirred from her slumber with a toss of her slender limbs and a rather ungraceful yawn. A genuine smile on his features, too often kept in a mute state. Here he believed himself safe from all the worries that plagued him in a point that seemed not so long ago. Unfortunately, the fantasy faded to black all too soon, much to Braelin's dismay.
Emerald hues wearily opened with a lull, squinting as if there were a thick haze obscuring his vision. Racking his sluggish mind for answers, Braelin strained to snap himself to some form of alertness, but to little avail. His limbs felt overburdened as if pinned by an invisible force, unable to shift more than an inch or two at any given moment. Apart from that, there was a mental drag as if he had been...drugged.
That particular realization helped to break through the fog surrounding the youth, that and his observation of his immediate venue being a sort of confinement. His enclosed area provided him with barely enough room to stand and gave but one viewing space, a translucent panel which kept him separated from the connected chamber. Bolting upright, Braelin found himself staggeringly disoriented as if he'd broken loose of restraints meant to keep him tranquil. Scouring his brain for a recent coherent thought, all he got in return was having departed the hostel in St. Petersburg on the lookout for his next meal with Cheswick.
Cheswick!
Turning about, Braelin let out a silent gasp for his silver topped companion lay in their cage motionless. With trembling movements, he hovered his palm over her nostrils before he relieved himself with a sigh, she was only sleeping, just as he was moments ago. What caught his attention while observing his Garou partner was a dark band clasped to her neck, causing him to raise those still shaking digits to his throat. A cold, steel vice which had to be what he noticed Cheswick with.
Certainly, they were anything but fashion statements, so better off than on the redhead deducted. Fingers taking hold of the black brace, Braelin's rune inscribed forearm illuminated an otherworldly blue tone. The golem's innate ability allowed him to deconstruct matter in an instant, and it would take a bit of focus, but he could easily remove this shackle and then move onto Cheswick.
Such an attempt never flourished, as there came a sudden rapping against the barrier to his cell shocking Braelin so thoroughly he swore his heart made a concerted effort to burst from his chest.
"I'd not tamper with that collar unless you wish to lose your head, boy."
There loomed a figure dressed in dark military garb and a full facial helmet, their crimson eyepieces gazing menacingly down at the pair from behind the tempered glass. A static filter washed out any inflection their command might have possessed. In one hand a firm metal rod was gripped, while the other held a tight grip to a heavy rifle.
"Whatever you think yourself able to do, don't. That collar is fitted with micro-explosives and interweaved in your carotid artery, so If you try and remove it, or step out of line, it will kill you faster than you can react. If you are restless, don't be, we will release you soon enough."
In what scarce interactions he had observed, there was a sense of boredom Braelin garnered from the guard's mannerisms. It was as if this was not the first occasion the man had run through this routine. Peering beyond his keeper's towering stature, Braelin witnessed several separate guards donned in similar attire. They were likely spouting off a speech, not unlike the one he'd received to captives like himself.
Again, he turned to Cheswick this time to stir her awake. He was quite unaware of their current situation, but if it was as grave as he assumed, then both of them needed to be sharp for what might come next. "Cheswick," he whispered with his hands on her shoulders. "Cheswick!" Braelin spoke up louder now, worry filling his voice.
Emerald hues wearily opened with a lull, squinting as if there were a thick haze obscuring his vision. Racking his sluggish mind for answers, Braelin strained to snap himself to some form of alertness, but to little avail. His limbs felt overburdened as if pinned by an invisible force, unable to shift more than an inch or two at any given moment. Apart from that, there was a mental drag as if he had been...drugged.
That particular realization helped to break through the fog surrounding the youth, that and his observation of his immediate venue being a sort of confinement. His enclosed area provided him with barely enough room to stand and gave but one viewing space, a translucent panel which kept him separated from the connected chamber. Bolting upright, Braelin found himself staggeringly disoriented as if he'd broken loose of restraints meant to keep him tranquil. Scouring his brain for a recent coherent thought, all he got in return was having departed the hostel in St. Petersburg on the lookout for his next meal with Cheswick.
Cheswick!
Turning about, Braelin let out a silent gasp for his silver topped companion lay in their cage motionless. With trembling movements, he hovered his palm over her nostrils before he relieved himself with a sigh, she was only sleeping, just as he was moments ago. What caught his attention while observing his Garou partner was a dark band clasped to her neck, causing him to raise those still shaking digits to his throat. A cold, steel vice which had to be what he noticed Cheswick with.
Certainly, they were anything but fashion statements, so better off than on the redhead deducted. Fingers taking hold of the black brace, Braelin's rune inscribed forearm illuminated an otherworldly blue tone. The golem's innate ability allowed him to deconstruct matter in an instant, and it would take a bit of focus, but he could easily remove this shackle and then move onto Cheswick.
Such an attempt never flourished, as there came a sudden rapping against the barrier to his cell shocking Braelin so thoroughly he swore his heart made a concerted effort to burst from his chest.
"I'd not tamper with that collar unless you wish to lose your head, boy."
There loomed a figure dressed in dark military garb and a full facial helmet, their crimson eyepieces gazing menacingly down at the pair from behind the tempered glass. A static filter washed out any inflection their command might have possessed. In one hand a firm metal rod was gripped, while the other held a tight grip to a heavy rifle.
"Whatever you think yourself able to do, don't. That collar is fitted with micro-explosives and interweaved in your carotid artery, so If you try and remove it, or step out of line, it will kill you faster than you can react. If you are restless, don't be, we will release you soon enough."
In what scarce interactions he had observed, there was a sense of boredom Braelin garnered from the guard's mannerisms. It was as if this was not the first occasion the man had run through this routine. Peering beyond his keeper's towering stature, Braelin witnessed several separate guards donned in similar attire. They were likely spouting off a speech, not unlike the one he'd received to captives like himself.
Again, he turned to Cheswick this time to stir her awake. He was quite unaware of their current situation, but if it was as grave as he assumed, then both of them needed to be sharp for what might come next. "Cheswick," he whispered with his hands on her shoulders. "Cheswick!" Braelin spoke up louder now, worry filling his voice.
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