Tug.
Tug...
Tug.
Blood dripped from chaffed wrists.
Tug.
Tug.
The chains dug in and began to peel off green scales.
Glassy eyes pooled with tears.
Tug.
Flashes of pain.
Tug.
Jae-Ha scrambled forwards aimlessly.
He kept pulling.
"Making you suffer for the next century brings me joy. Struggle all you want. You're never getting out of here."
Tttuuuggg, the young dragon began to panic.
When was the last time he had seen Garou?
Days?
Weeks?
A month?
Tug!
He usually kept track through his missing predecessor.
Tug...
Tug.
His stomach growled loudly.
A deep, knawing ach filled the empty crevices.
Ttuugg.
A villager came by occasionally to bring Jae-Ha scrapes of food.
He tried to reason with them.
Let him outside.
It was getting colder.
Winter had arrived among the village.
They made no move to close to the window.
Jae-Ha wouldn't let them if they tried.
Tug.
It was the twelve year old's last hope.
Only comfort and glimpses of freedom.
Tug.
His whole body wracked against the howling wind.
Please...
Eyes widened with dubious sanity.
Ttttuuuggg-
"You're pretty stupid aren't you?"
His predecessor had a nasty smile.
The man lifted his leg "With this leg, the people outside would never accept the likes you. This...green colored leg with ugly scales jutting out. How disgusting! A leg of a monster! Even the villagers treat it as some kind of disease."
Jae-Ha choked on a sob.
He tried to remain strong.
He.
Would.
Not.
Give.
Up.
The second the Ryokuryuu let that feeling inside it was over.
Tug.
Tug.
His wrists were raw, scabbed over and heavily scarred from almost a decade of pulling.
His ankles over all were fairing a little better but his scaled dragons foot was horrifying.
Jae-Ha's couldn't leave it.
What good was this to him?
If he couldn't fly?
What good was any of this?
Tug.
Tug.
If he couldn't leave?
Snow fell through the window.
His hideous toes curled in and the claws scraped against the cold floor.
The child shivered and drew back onto his straw mat.
His arms wrapped around his frame and under a thin blanket.
The green dragon rocked back and forth, staring at nothing.
He started mumbling under his breath.
It grew more frantic.
Rrrrriiippp!
He flew forwards as chains clashed against each other.
"GAROU! GAROU!"
His arms felt like they would tear off.
Good.
Rrrriiippp!
He could fly without them.
Another scream filled Jae-Ha's throat with daggers.
"GAROU!"
His scream echoed.
His leg rose, muscles taunt, digging into the ground, pushing him forwards.
The twelve year old boy's tears mixed in with the blood.
A few villagers who were still up at this time threatened Jae-Ha then promptly fell back to sleep.
Tug.
Tttuugg.
His back arched.
His breath hitched.
Don't leave me...
Don't leave me...
Garou.