[anibus3]

Litwick stood there for a few moments when the creature left, not really sure on what to do. Why? Was this one of the benevolent ones? Hard to say since he just arrived in this place. The room was in rather good shape for the castle being so old, a nice bed with a variety of blankets on it. A brow was raised to this whole situation. What was he suppose to do now?

The other room was quite a ways down the hall, allowing for nothing to be heard unless you were nearing the room. This room wasn't as bad as it could've been, it was a well kept room though the bed was left empty and the blankets were on the ground where a man sat on them. It was like a makeshift nest though the man's arms were chained to the wall at his wrists. His red hair ha grown out an was somewhat messy, his M shape bangs were just barely managed, several strands sticking up in the air. Their silver eyes glanced at the creature and they didn't look too happy. Their clothes were torn and in need of a good wash however the most noticable thing was the large stomach laying in front of them. It almost looked like there could be a fully grown horse in there!

A few mumbles left the man as they tried to get the chains off of his wrists. They seemed uncomfortable and for good reason, their large stomach was partially on the stone ground where it was cold and he couldn't really make himself comfortable on the matted blankets without adjusting em. The reason for the chains was a simple one, they were afflicted with the werewolf curse an while the size of their stomach helped to keep him put the chains were a added measure. The gag was there for they also knew some magic so keeping em quiet would prevent em from getting the chains off with a spell.