Mora got waken up harshly by the smack of Tellara on her shoulder. As soon as her brain started to work despite the agonising headache that throbbed trough her skull she hissed trough her teeth by finding out she was in her humanoid form. She did not went to sleep like that, and despite being bound, the first thing she noticed was that she was unable to shapeshift, let alone use her magic at all! That was also the moment she found out she had been bound and shoved coldly against a linen wall, something that would make her grow her clawlike nails out of her skin, despite the antimagic enchantment. Her hearth sunk deep into her chest as she heard the helpless whispers and cries of her bound friend, the soft skin of her shoulder rubbing against her chest.<br/><br/>How could this have happened? And a deep growl of infuriated anger welled up inside of her as she raged against her bonds, hurting herself against the cold metal, eventhough they were laced with soft fabric. She was enraged, and her eyes spitted fire, as she clawed and scraped her tusks against the soft fabric of the makeshiftwalls. Nothing helped, and she only ended up a half metre away, with her bum in the air, faced to her lover. Her knees abbreviated and bleeding softly of the mull ground that had scraped against her shaking and shocking body as she still tried to fight and free herself of the shackles around her ankles and wrists.<br/><br/>"Tella'a..." She panted softly, hanging her head in shame as her 10minutes of rage had ended and she tried to turn herself to look into those beautiful purple eyes of her lover.<br/><br/>"Tella'a.. I'm so.. so so'ry. Imma get ya outta this.. Me p'omise.."<div class="messageTextEndMarker"> </div>