Chaos erupted quite suddenly within the normally serene halls of the sanctuary’s main building. Through the front doors, a group of men struggled, their arms being yanked to their limits by something that lingered just outside of the door, struggling to keep itself past the threshold despite the ropes that bound it.<br/><br/>“Hold steady, men, I’m sure our little friend will come to us willingly if we hold him here a little bit longer,” one of the men seethed. He was a tall, ugly man, with a rounded belly and balding head. His crooked, yellowed teeth showed through the concentrated grimace he held upon his face as he dug his heels into the floor as much as he was able to prevent himself from being tugged forward.<br/><br/>“You sure, Radley? You broke his little, uh, instrument there. I don’t think he liked that too much,” one of them shouted over his shoulder, his words nearly completely lost to the inhuman shriek that sounded from just outside the door, accompanied by an audible crunch as whatever was held there sunk its fingers into the wooden frame of the door. Whatever this thing was, evidently it was rather strong, though moments later when the creature was tugged through the door it suddenly didn’t seem that such a thing could give three full-grown men so much trouble.<br/><br/>A creature tumbled through the door, collapsing onto its hands and knees. Immediately after two of the three men clambered on top of it, forcing it down onto its stomach upon the cool wooden floor and drawing a groan from its lips. The creature was small of stature and, truly, didn’t appear to be a creature at all. It looked as though those big, strong gents, those ever vigilant men of the reserve had dragged in nothing more than a young man. With sapphire eyes, a shock of nearly white hair, and beautifully sculpted facial features he was quite a nice looking man, if nothing else, but the truth of his origins laid beneath the surface. His inhumanity was evident in the cracks in the doorframe, in the men surrounding him that were red in the face and dripping with sweat from their ordeal, in the dark, thick rivulets of black liquid that seeped slowly from various wounds that littered the creature's body. This was no human, though what it truly was wasn’t entirely evident either.<br/><br/>“See?” breathed the ugly man, who appeared to be quite out of breath, his dingy clothes completely soaked through with an ungodly amount of sweat. “As simple as wiping your own ass, I’m telling you,” he panted, reaching up with one hand to wipe some of the sweat from his brow and flick it over onto the floor haphazardly.<br/><br/>The creature stuck beneath the two men seethed and wriggled, though with its limbs trapped there was next to nothing that it was able to do. So instead of doing anything physically, it began to hiss at its captors. “You … You broke my violin. You smashed it,” he spat as he struggled beneath their combined weight, “You will regret your actions, filthy humans. You will rue the day you crossed Loki! I will destroy your lives!” His voice had raised to a shrill shriek as he struggled a bit more violently, jostling the men atop him but not quite managing to unseat them. He was distracted only momentarily from his fit at a new sound, that of footsteps approaching rapidly down the hall. Likely it was someone coming through to see what the hell all the ruckus was about, not that Loki cared enough to quiet up because of it.