An inhuman scream. A mess of claws and teeth. A tongue running along the inside of her thigh. An unseen force pulling her head backwards by the hair. A squeeze bordering on painful to her breast. A hand around her throat. And then nothing.<br/><br/><hr/><br/>The white stone walls of Drachma rose high, high above the buildings within. The city had been built to and had withstood many sieges over the years though war was more of a faint memory in these days than a reality. Despite this the walls along with the rest of the city was kept in good condition in line with the spirit of Drachma.<br/><br/>The city was the capital of Ibella; an ancient and powerful theocracy with only mighty Aadon to its north. The rest of the nation was surrounded by either shore or small and bickering fiefdoms. Ibella was human lands though the Ibeladonese were open to other races and cultures so long as they respected the country's devotion to the Ibeladonese gods and the traditions said devotion entailed. The people of Ibella tend to favor white robes, long tunics, and dresses that kept the majority of their bodies hidden in adherence with and in respect for their gods. This is due to white being seen as the color of faith and the gods frown upon displays of beauty as being full of pride and lust.<br/><br/>Drachma, being the capital, is the cultural and religious center of Ibella. As such the people of Drachma are particularly zealous in their faith. In addition to the citizens taking matters into their own hands many of the guards specifically target and harass those who offend the gods.<br/><br/><hr/><br/>Salariel woke up slowly. Her body still ached and her mind was hazy. The elf's head pounded incessantly and the room spun slightly. She was in a bed of sorts. The creamy sheets and pillow were soft though the bed lacked any sort of blanket. It was easy enough for Salariel to inspect her condition as her mind caught up with what was going on seeing as she had been stripped and left entirely nude. Fortunately, with the exception of a few bruises here and there, she seemed uninjured.<br/><br/>The room was cold mainly due to the partly open window to her right. The breeze ran across her body causing goosebumps to form across her bare skin. Through the window she could see she was on the second floor of some building; fortunately out of view from the street. Of course the building on the other side of said street appeared to be an inn of some sort with a windowed second floor and, realizing she saw him, a figure suddenly moved away from the window he had been spying on her from.<br/><br/>The room the elf lay in was otherwise empty. Two other beds sat bare to her left and a number of medical instruments sat across from her against the wall. A couple more windows lined the wall to her right and the wall behind her. The flimsy looking door was located past the beds on the left wall. Salariel's clothes and other possessions appeared to be missing for the moment. As she lay in bed her ears picked up on the sound of footsteps on the floor below her.