Vyra continues to glare, unflinching at the words the other offered. Surely his clan would move away or leave the area, right? If that were the case, he could slip away after whenever the chains might be removed and wander off to do his own thing... In theory, it sounded like a good idea, but with so many guards around, the shifter wasn’t quite sure how he’d be able to pull it off. After the man leaves, Vyra finally falls slack against the wall, the chains still hoisting him up tightly nevertheless. His eyes flutter closed, and then open again. There was no way he’d be able to get sleep standing up like this and a frustrated whine sounds from his throat.
Vyra falls into a restless fit of sleeping and snapping awake when the chains grew too tight. Some hours later (or had it been less than that?) Vyra finds himself standing exhausted along the wall. The pain from earlier bruises and lacerations was beginning to set in, and under him his legs trembled, threatening an imminent collapse on the restraints. He’s tired, and all he wants more than anything now is a bed to sleep the happenings of the day off on. Looking up with half-lidded eyes, Vyra eventually calls out, presuming maybe one of the guards might answer him. “Hello..!” The voice that speaks is raspy and hoarse. “Someone..?”
Vyra falls into a restless fit of sleeping and snapping awake when the chains grew too tight. Some hours later (or had it been less than that?) Vyra finds himself standing exhausted along the wall. The pain from earlier bruises and lacerations was beginning to set in, and under him his legs trembled, threatening an imminent collapse on the restraints. He’s tired, and all he wants more than anything now is a bed to sleep the happenings of the day off on. Looking up with half-lidded eyes, Vyra eventually calls out, presuming maybe one of the guards might answer him. “Hello..!” The voice that speaks is raspy and hoarse. “Someone..?”