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"This is no fun" Whined Aidan as he was tossed into the cage and molded to the ground with several chains.

"Learn some manners, mutt" Said one guard as he left, locking the door behind him.

The room was... Lonely...

The cage was made of glass and prevented even an ant to escape.

Aidan, now in the shape of a golden wolf, had gone through a quite bizarre day. His heart was still pounding loudly against his chest due to a recent event, involving the poorly experienced guards which had some trouble handling one of their first shapeshifting slaves.

fire was led into the cage where she lay down on the cold stone floor and scanned the room

Alian found himself being pushed into a cage, feeling remotely uncomfortable about the process as well. He bit his bottom lip as he sat crossed-legged in the appearance he was born with, pointed ears and all. The only thing he had added to himself was the wings. He looked at how they shimmered in the material that was supposed to make up his torso area. He didn't know what it was, but it was like a personal censorship he could control. The plasma-like material shone brightly like it was a liquid, but it was cool and smooth to the touch, like glass, but it was strong as well. It couldn't be cut, and it couldn't be twisted by someone grabbing it, and yet Alian could contort this material in anyway he chose.
He looked around at the people that came in to choose a slave, then to his fellow slaves. He then kind of smiled. Since he had wings right now, why not be a little irritating. He started to whistle bird calls. Occasionally someone would walk over and hit his cage, which would temporarily pause his whistling, but Alian would start up again, using the innocent calls to get people's attention, but also just because he needed something to distract himself with, since the one part he hated about being a slave was being placed in an actual cage. He thought that if ones mental cage was strong enough, to put them actually in a cage was just showing off the bindings that the warehouse owned.

Out of the corner of his eye, Alian could see someone, from what it looked like, a fellow slave enjoying his actions. He turned in the cage and smiled back to her, then he did a pigeon call, since that call was, by far, the most common and popular one. He lowered his hands, and looked around to make sure no one was going to chastise them for speaking before calling over to her, "Hi." With a small smile on his face.

His smile grew as she spoke to him. "How does a lovely lady like you get caught by such clumsy people?" He asked her in curiosity. He could just see that she was far more clever than the slaves sent to retrieve the..new comers.