Suddenly, Take hopped up to his feet, his movements pulling on the chain that connected his shackles to a metal hook on the floor. His eyelids drowsily fell open, glowing red pupils staring back at the two men maliciously, a lopsided smirk carved onto his face. “You better stop doing that or else I’ll eat your toes.” he admonished in fluent Portsmoth. He rolled his neck and closed his eyes, parting his mouth to suck in and release air, his body language omnious and mysterious. Short horns sprouted from the sides of his forehead, curving inwards towards his skull, and a long tail whisked from base of his spine.The masked man entered the room, along with Trintan, in case anything anything boiled over.
“You have been a bad boy,” the masked man hissed. He paralyzed the already unconscious Take with pain.
“Don’t do that,” warned Tristan. “It’s not like it’ll have any effect on him.”