-But not too fast!
Everyone stopped and turned around. That look of the familiar stranger dead into Ravirk's eyes, ominous and cold. Slowly stepped toward, Dran stood forward and covered Ravirk.
-What do you want, and who are you?!
He firmly spoke outloud, all ready for anything that would happen. The figure had a quiet giggle.
-Well well well, so this is all your friends, you shall say?
Remained silence, no one spoke nor move anything but the dead stare went on. Their head tilted and a whole gang rushed out surrounding everyone.
-And these are mine, what do you think?
Everyone clumpsed at the middle scattering attention and guarding for themselves. The tension built up as the figure kept walking closer and closer, Dran's breath got heavier and louder as they moved closer and closer. Ravirk quickly grabbed Dran's shoulder and stepped forward.
-So what's the deal? What must be so interesting for you people here looking for me?
-You know, hehe. We just looking for some big guys like you to aid the job. There always been a saying the more the better.
They got too close but Ravirk did not move, they held on his necklace and jingled it. Softly rubbing their cold hand over his chest and slowly down to the belly, then softly tapped it.
-Looking big, my guy. Very easily to spot a big alcoholic like you just thirsting for a few barrels right about now. We got plenty from get go, just wonder 'bout you?
Dran had been reading through, he could sense something fishy about to happen, though he did not act.
-But no worry, cause you shall be MINE!
As they quickly grabbed Ravirk's front of the cloak and put their eyes against Ravirk. It was extremely sudden but the hypnotic thoughts pulled Dran down in the stirring thoughts. Shawon quicky pushed the two out but Ravirk was already been in too deep and fell unconcious onto the pure white snow, eyes still twirling with the thoughts.
-Oh you hellish sucker!
Shawon spun around and slapped his tail to push them further away and quickly held Dran up.
-You good, son?
Dran slightly nodded while still holding onto his dear head, feeling swirly and dizzy.
The figure simply held the hand forward, and the crowd charged in. It was tough and rough. Even for the big guy like Shawon to be pushed down and knocked unconcious would left the two Worgan and Dirotor hopeless amongst the crowd. Dran had not recovered and soon he fell...
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It was dark, it was tight, it was seperated. The call went off, someone answered. That one being Worgan and Dirotor tried to wake up everyone else, from the cell beside. The whole were imprisoned. Someone crawled out, Shawon answered and there was one still absent: DranGon.
-So, yeah. We are once again being held up like this, I don't know where is Dran though.
The absent was Dran, he still had not got up from his deep brain damage that affected him. Still cold and quiet, flat and exhausted in a tight room. Though they forgot one more person missing, that was Ravirk. There were no more cell than everyone they found. It was dark, it was cold, it was the night. The silence and the loneliness, isolated from the nature they knew.
-Dran? You good?
Still no answer, the call had been made several time. Everyone just could not do much than sat down back to the corner and waited. Nothing else to do. Those bars were tight and tough, harsh and sturdy. And slowly, everyone fell back in the sleep.
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A loud door banged in, it shook everyone up, but Dran. The figure was there, the face was familiar but couldn't verify. And clumpsily stepped in was Ravirk, eyes red, still twirling, full of beer smell.
-How the gang doing?
-Ravirk!
Worgan shouted, and he stepped closer and put the hand under the chin as he was against those bars.
-Ah well my guy, it will be fine here~ We already snatched a big pile of gold, shiny and precious. Much fun, much reward, belly happy with the beer, sharp katars dealing the work. All good doings~
-Tsk!
Worgan violently shook the bars but it stood in place.
-Good job, big guy. Look at that big swelling belly full of treat. Come on, we got more for you and just for you.
And the clumpsy yet hoppy steps continued outside of the room. The figure glanced at everyone else and slammed the door firmly.
A sigh went off, struggled:
-Just as I thought, he had already been controlled right on spot. Not even us could help when we had two man down.
-Not that I want, but well. Dran was there, he did that he had to.
Everyone just sat back down. Really did not know what to do. All there gears were still in tact, did they even bother taking off their gears before thrown into the cell?
And there was a long and heavy breath. Shawon immidiately crawled out against the bars and banged at it:
-Dran?! You good?!
It was silence, the breath still going but no answer at all. The soil rubbing sound went on, slow and steady. He could not get up and was trying his best to pull himself toward the bars but fell down. The breath was still slow and heavy.
-You sound beaten up. Don't worry and just rest for now. I get to you later, son.
And it got slower and quieter. Shawon sat down against the wall, full of thoughts and worries. The big toughest guy was down, the roughest rouge was taken. And the proud father... hopeless and broken.
And the quiet sob went on, hard to hear but audible. The two remaining looked at each other, grabbed their bag and pulled out everything but nothing could seem to help. There was another bag, had some additional weaponry but that was on Dran's back and now he was far seperated from them.
-Lets just treat this place as our one of the next stop. We deal with the problem once we got everyone up, Dran just needs a good rest and should we too.
And everything went back into the silence, and the darkness slowly took over. Dimmer and dimmer, tight and dull...
