BUILT THIS BOAT TO LAST || MEETING 4/09

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He had expected it. Of course Gael would toss him to Tanglewood without a thought. The only thing he was really  worried about were his cubs Hydro and Asmodeus. They lingered in his thoughts the journey here, so thickly clouding his mind he  didn't notice any of the pushes, shoves that his NPC guards were delivering. Until they got to a cave, stinky with the scent  of sweat and blood. They gave him one last kick that caused him to grunt as his shoulder, already wounded mind you, tapped against the wall. He shut his optics, the sounds of chains filling the prison as the sounds of a meeting being held was called.
They secured chains around his wrists, neck, giving him little time to adjust before pulling him along by them. He strolled out behind them as he was mentioned by none other than Elsweyr herself, in no mood to comply to the efforts of the Tanglers that were attempting to get him over to a thick wooden post in a hurry. He would get there in his own time. The panther snorted, tail lashing, muscles working to slow their process down. His cubs filled his mind again, the chains digging into his neck and cutting off his air. So he let them pull him along, hopping forwards casually. A game he would play. Of course. He enjoyed those. Pulling them together then stopping to see how they would react. Moments later this game became boring. Tanglers were boring. Weak, puny. Shaking his fur one last time to cover up the wounds, majority of them healed now, however, he made his way to the post, dragging the other two behind. Plopped his butt at the post, watched them chain him up with muted interest. They gave him a little space on the paws for him to shuffle about, he didn't resist but when a chain was still loose he lifted the paw quickly and scratched at his chest with a satisfied sigh. Itches were annoying.
Even at the wounded state the beast was recovering fast, lessons learnt by multiple beatings by  his father. What different would this be, apart from a time and group change? He settled down in his prisoner-spot with a small grin, it turning to an amusing one as the Luminary announced his punishment. He noticed one turn around to leave, tilting his head at  the vixen's retreating form before letting his gaze wander across the Tanglers gathering there, stare turning blank as his thoughts went back to his cubs.

#psychosocial.