"Ugggh...." a hoarse voice grumbled. Why was everything moving? The ground, the wall, whichever hard surface he sat on.. it felt like everything was slightly shaking , now and then even bouncing. Some mumbling was close to him, a low vrooming sound was on the background. What was going on.. Why did it feel like he was being transported? As he was slowly awaking, he wanted to rub over his face but his hands were stuck, by the sounds of it  he concluded they were chained.<a class="postlink" href="https://creativefreedomrpg.com/viewtopic.php?f=6&amp;t=42284&amp;p=205376#p292552">Sapphire</a>sighed deep. What was going on here? He really didn't feel in the mood for any jokes. His head felt so heavy. It took him a lot of effort to actually open his eyes and slowly raise his head so he could look around. Not that it did him that much good, he just saw several silhouettes in the dark. Some were sitting next to him, others were sitting in front of him. By looking around and actually paying a bit more attention, he figured out that he was indeed being transported somewhere, alike these others, who had all been chained in the same way as he had been. He could only move a bit, as the chain restricted him. It seemed to be some kind of handcuffs his arms were in, but he hadn't seen them before, though he had to admit, the lack of light was quite annoying. It only allowed him to see just a little bit of the details, far too little to easily guess what kind of metal it was and how easily he could (or couldn't ) melt it. Though each type of metal had its own sound, there were way too many background noises to hear it well enough.<br/><br/>A deep frown appeared on his face. He was trying to remember what had happened. Surely, something should have happened, otherwise he wouldn't be here. And looking at himself and the others, it was obvious they were being treated like some very dangerous criminals. It puzzled him as some seemed rather.. young to be very dangerous criminals. But really.. whatever he had done, it couldn't be this bad, could it?<br/><br/>His memories were fuzzy and surely his headache didn't help him either. It felt like someone had either drugged him or wacked him on his head with a sledge-hammer. He gave up on trying to remember. Whatever he had done, whatever had happened, he reckoned he couldn't have done anything as bad as to deserve this. The fact that he couldn't remember and the fact that he was locked up in this vehicle going who knows where made him angry.<br/><br/>He didn't know if the others here remembered anything, or whether they cared about that. He didn't know who these people were or what they had done. But they seemed to be in the same state as he was, awaking from whatever had made them like this.<br/><br/>"....Does anyone know what happened? ...Or why we're here? ..Or where we're going?" he asked them, no one in particular, just hoping for some answer that would help him. He didn't feel like waiting for the arrival just to find out where they were going. Actually, he didn't plan on staying in chains at all. For now, he simply awaited an answer as he was focusing. He reckoned he could get out of these chains, rather easily. If he changed to his smallest dragon form, he should be able to move himself in such a way that when he'd transform back, he would be out of his chains. A fast option would be to change into his big dragon form. But ehm.. then he would give them a reason to transport him like this, as that would actually mean murdering these people, simply by squashing them. His biggest form was far too big and heavy for them to survive that.. And of course, then there was a risk of this vehicle actually exploding, as he couldn't calculate how the engine would react if it were suddenly squashed..