Board Thread:Role Plays (AU)/@comment-11588669-20150716225613/@comment-11588669-20150726031315

The wolf was treated no better; with him wounding as many as he did, they threw him into the cage. Quite literally, he impacted the floorboards after a rather lengthy search for the numerous amount of weapons on his person. A few bombs, magical knives, regular knives, his sword, his dirk, and some razor wire were only about half of the materials he had on him. And of course they took his mask, too.

He pushed himself up, the amber ring around his eyes growing slightly as he growled. A guard simply slammed the cage door shut, unimpressed.

"Fucking great...."

Echion fared a little better: the guards were less rough with him, only removing his weapons then shoved into the wagon with the other elves. He's not thrown to the ground, though, catching himself before he slams into the snow elf and before someone else hits his back.

"And all I wanted to do was meet with an old friend..."