Huojin all but refused to speak the moment he was shoved into a glorified crate. He was seething with rage and his blood boiled not only at the fact that he was ripped from his homeland, but that his magic was stripped from him just as easily. He was confined and defenseless and that was far worse than the horrid clothes, single meal a day, minimal answers, and lack of privacy in his eyes.
After some time had passed and he calmed down just enough to be civil once more, he turned his attention to the only other person in the cell. Though, he knew that, given there were two more beds, they'd have some more company soon enough.
"What do they want with us?" he asked bluntly, hoping the other would have some semblance of a clue as to what was going on there.
II. The Visitor
There was no twinkle in his eyes and his face made it clear that he was rather bored as he leaned against the wall, watching anything and everything that happened in the hallway outside of his cage. There was virtually nothing new until a well-dressed stranger stopped by him. While he was rather surprised someone had "deemed him worthy" in some regard, the Huli Jing did nothing but lean his arms against the bars that caged him, body bent at the hips as he gazed up at the other as they spoke.
"You say your name as if it's supposed to mean something to me," he droned, his voice as unimpressed as his expression.
With a soft, exasperated sigh and a tilt of the head as he glanced expectantly, he stood up straight with his arms still settling against the bars casually. "As much as I enjoy company," which he didn't, "why are you here? Do I know you or something?"
III. Dinner time
It had been a few days since he had be summoned to this place, but it only took the first one for Huojin to notice that things, while better than he expected, were pretty all around terrible. Meal time was absolutely no exception. Sure, the food was some of the best he's had in his life, but the fact it only came around once a day was rough.
In a sense, he was glad he had faced such hardships relatively early on in life. He was used to going hungry as there were days he hadn't eaten at all. And, in fairness (which was something he'd never thought to think of with his abductors), the meals were larger than what he's used to, so he was pretty full by the end of each meal.
Though, it didn't take long to notice that it wasn't the same for everyone.
His gaze moved over to the other nearby him, having noticed them the past couple of days. With a soft sigh, he slid over, dragging his tray with an untouched piece of bread and some extra vegetables.
"Hey," he murmured softly, hoping his voice evaded wandering ears. "I have some leftovers if you're still hungry.
Huojin Chi | Original/Dungeons & Dragons | The Hermit | Imprisoned
Huojin all but refused to speak the moment he was shoved into a glorified crate. He was seething with rage and his blood boiled not only at the fact that he was ripped from his homeland, but that his magic was stripped from him just as easily. He was confined and defenseless and that was far worse than the horrid clothes, single meal a day, minimal answers, and lack of privacy in his eyes.
After some time had passed and he calmed down just enough to be civil once more, he turned his attention to the only other person in the cell. Though, he knew that, given there were two more beds, they'd have some more company soon enough.
"What do they want with us?" he asked bluntly, hoping the other would have some semblance of a clue as to what was going on there.
II. The Visitor
There was no twinkle in his eyes and his face made it clear that he was rather bored as he leaned against the wall, watching anything and everything that happened in the hallway outside of his cage. There was virtually nothing new until a well-dressed stranger stopped by him. While he was rather surprised someone had "deemed him worthy" in some regard, the Huli Jing did nothing but lean his arms against the bars that caged him, body bent at the hips as he gazed up at the other as they spoke.
"You say your name as if it's supposed to mean something to me," he droned, his voice as unimpressed as his expression.
With a soft, exasperated sigh and a tilt of the head as he glanced expectantly, he stood up straight with his arms still settling against the bars casually. "As much as I enjoy company," which he didn't, "why are you here? Do I know you or something?"
III. Dinner time
It had been a few days since he had be summoned to this place, but it only took the first one for Huojin to notice that things, while better than he expected, were pretty all around terrible. Meal time was absolutely no exception. Sure, the food was some of the best he's had in his life, but the fact it only came around once a day was rough.
In a sense, he was glad he had faced such hardships relatively early on in life. He was used to going hungry as there were days he hadn't eaten at all. And, in fairness (which was something he'd never thought to think of with his abductors), the meals were larger than what he's used to, so he was pretty full by the end of each meal.
Though, it didn't take long to notice that it wasn't the same for everyone.
His gaze moved over to the other nearby him, having noticed them the past couple of days. With a soft sigh, he slid over, dragging his tray with an untouched piece of bread and some extra vegetables.
"Hey," he murmured softly, hoping his voice evaded wandering ears. "I have some leftovers if you're still hungry.