07-15-2012, 05:27 AM
Despite his previously cleared mind, Azael found himself swiftly taken ahold of by some unknown presence. His own body wouldn't work quite as it should. He was vaguely aware of how the surrounding temperatures felt to his skin, the inhospitable roughness of the ground under his feet, and heard the words spoken to him as clear as day-- he didn't however, have the ability to react any longer. Instead he was to continue simply staring up at the necromancer coldly as he understood his words. While they had some hint of hope in them for his future, he had his doubts that his impending imprisonment would go as well as it possibly could. Azael briefly contemplated this, but his mind too began to feel a grogginess that mocked the incapability of his body and from then out he was only vaguely aware of what was going on.
His ability to think clearly or control his body had been stripped from him, but as sure as he was somewhat aware of his surroundings, he was able to pick up the unearthly coldness of the other's body as he sat in front of him. This feeling was the only to accompany the silence throughout his transport, but his mind whirred away at itself as he attempted desperately to comprehend just what was happening. Had he fallen asleep? Heavens, no, but it had certainly felt that way. His senses only seemed to come back instinctually as he suddenly became aware that he was to be locked away somewhere, but he was unable to stop this. His body movements slowed as they neared the cage ( I assume that's alright, but if you had a different preference of how he was locked away, feel free to change that ), but he still didn't have enough of a handle on the situation to take over his body once more.
Once inside the enclosed space, however, it seemed that he suddenly came to. Eyes widening as he drew in a sharp breath of surprise, he would look around quickly, alert and clearly in a bit of a panic. If one were to have caught an insect in a jar, Azael would later muse, it may have acted the same. Taking two of its sturdy bars into his hands, he let out an animalistic yell of anger and attempted to shake, pull, and even stretch them. No luck was to be his that day. After a few minutes of this, he forced himself into a calm and slowly slid down with his back against the bars to sit there limply. It was only then that he would be able to fully collect himself and remember all that had happened while he was under the spell, leading a soft growl-like noise from his throat. 'How did I allow all of this to happen?' Another thought struck him as he again looked around at his surroundings in a calculating manner, the idea of seeing no window in sight drawing a sick feeling to his gut. This man - this creature - that had locked him up was asking for hell, and Azael planned nothing other than to deal it. After he found a way out, that was. Again and again his keen eyes scanned over the room, but nothing was to be found that would be of use.
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