[Splat]

Elfair stared as hard as she could at the pure white of the wall. It didn't last long; every few seconds she'd lapse into a moment of blinking while her eyes recovered, but slowly she was adjusting herself to the glare. The thought of trying to escape when she was half blinded by the walls themselves was not attractive.

Unlikely as that was, it was the only thought that kept her from despairing.

Her clothes had been removed some time when she was unconscious and she was now wearing a simple white surgical gown. Only her confining gloves and boots were left on, leaving her feeling trapped and defenceless.
But that was nothing to the mask they'd fixed round her face, preventing her from opening her mouth. It was something like the one worn by Hannibal Lector in some film or other she couldn't remember the name of, but simpler, only her jaw was covered and it was held tight by leather straps under her chin and round her head. Psychologically it was like they'd chopped off all her limbs: her mouth was her key to life.
Like Charger, Her ankles and wrists were bound to the table, effectively stopping her from moving. She was facing the door and away from the wall where the mirror was; like Charger she guessed people were watching her through it. And of course they knew she was awake, she'd been thrashing in her bonds a few minutes ago like an animal.

Finally the door opened and a man all in black stepped through, from shining black shoes to dark glasses. He was carrying a clipboard. For all she reacted she could have been blind and deaf.

The man glanced at the board in his hand and then at her, resting on her dark hair and dull eyes. She clenched her jaw with hate and despair at her confinement. What she would have given to be able to attack the man now. She was aching with hunger; she needed food more frequently than a human. A normal human, she corrected herself. Anyway, if they knew how hungry she was likely to be they didn't seem to care.
"We've been looking around, and we think we've worked out who you are," The man said blandly, "There are three untraced girls who were bitten by wares near the area you were reported. let's see..." He consulted his clipboard. "Rachel Byreson?" Elfair didn't react. "I thought not, she would be younger... Elfair Deccar?" She stayed still. "Amy Gibbs?" He seemed satisfied with her silence and stepped back to the door. He turned before leaving and finally showed some emotion.
It wasn't, however, a pleasant emotion. "Stay silent now if you think you must. You'll be speaking soon enough, perhaps shouting even. Screaming louder than you ever have before. You'll be here for a long time. Get used to it." He left.

Still unmoving, still unspeaking, tears trickled down Elfair's cheeks.

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Pseok dropped to avoid the flames, pulled into a very swift dive and then up again to wheel round for another attack on Fisher-dragon.
The fire had a strong effect on Pseok, even though all it did was singe his tail-feathers. But for so long fire had meant nothing to him. suddenly finding himself unable to change was somewhat of a shock. When he'd got himself in these dangerous situations he'd expected to be able to change and get out of them quickly. by the looks of it it now seemed he would be fighting this one out on his own: something he hadn't done for too long.
He found himself panicking and swung round to lonce again swipe his claws at Fisher, aiming for his neck, oblivous to the fact he was unlikely to even mark the dragon's scales.