OOC: People are nekkid in this rp :u so it M
Everyone had kept telling her that the last place she should visit was Connlaoth. They told her that it was miserable there for anyone with magic, anyone who was a mage. She heard stories of torture, public executions, experimentation on other human beings.
She was a dragon. She'd seen and done lots of things, and she hadn't done any of the aforementioned, she figured she could handle it.
After all, what kind of a knight would she be if she stayed away from places due to fear inspired by stories? Not a very good one.
Nevertheless, Stardust had avoided people on the road, after the first few travelers on the road she came across finding themselves unable to stop staring at her--even after they crashed their cart into a tree. She had offered them help, of course, but they just kept staring, so... She left. Awkwardly. The people of this country were definitely strange, she'd give them that.
She'd decided to take a more direct route according to the map she's procured from someone in Serendipity, only coming across main roads every now and then to make sure she was headed on the right path. It had become kind of a tradition for her--in every new country she ventured into, she always went straight to the capital. The capital was where the people were at, after all--it was the most interesting, the most full of adventure and wonder. It was also incredibly fascinating to her, how different they all were from each other.
And thus, she found herself reaching the great city of Reajh.
After an hour or two of walking on the main road, she got used to the stares of the travelers entering and exiting the city. She meant them no harm, and just smiled at them as she walked past--she didn't have a horse, because she found they were mostly just a burden whenever she needed to make use of her draconic nature. They got scared too easily, she couldn't blame them.
Unfortunately, it was also on the main road that a few men--soldiers, she assumed at first--saw her and stopped her as they were rentering the city. She did as asked and stopped when they yelled at her to halt, blinking and tilting her head a bit curiously, wondering why they had stopped her--she hadn't done anything illegal. Nor was she a mage. Although, perhaps they thought she was one.
"Good day sirs, what seems to be the problem?" She asked curiously; she had stopped, but they kept walking until they were standing around her. They had armor, they were big. She wasn't afraid of them--she had no reason to be. She noticed though, when she glanced down, they all had hands on the pommels of their swords.
One of them, a young man with dark red hair, mismatched eyes, and tan skin stood before her, looking very angry. She couldn't possibly understand why.
"You're under arrest for questioning. If you resist we will use excessive force to take you in, so I don't recommend it."
She blinked and stared at him. What?
"Excuse me? I've done nothing--" She started to stutter, but then his hand shot out and got a good grip on her shoulder, gloved thumb digging into her collarbone. She opened her mouth to protest and before she could get a word out the other soldiers were around her--they stole her sword and shield as the redhead yanked her around and twisted her arms behind her back, restraining her and putting a considerable amount of force on her muscles, straining them and making her snap.
"Hey hey! What have I done?! I've done nothing to anybody here!" She received a swift hit to her gut, which, despite her toughness, still did its job and winded her. A fistful of her ice blue hair was twisted in the redhead's glove and he commanded the others to move forward. He kept her bowed forward, head down as he shoved her forward.
They couldn't just arrest her because they felt like it! Or because she looked different--could they?
Regardless, she complied, figuring it wouldn't do anyone any good to cause a scene. This was probably just a misunderstanding, after all she was no mage, she was a dragon! But clearly telling that to these people was a bad idea; perhaps the ones in charge would be much more understanding.
Despite that she tried to yank her head from the jerk's grip; he responded by pulling her hair tighter and hitting her again, which made her grit her teeth as her tail lashed with indignation. She didn't want to be walked through these streets, paraded around like some kind of criminal! But that was exactly what they were doing, and she noticed the stares from the civilians all around her as she was escorted. They were looking at her with fear, distrust. Disgust.
One person spat at her. She flinched at the action, thoroughly lost and confused, and it showed in her lime green eyes as they took her through the city to what she heard one of them mention as the "Citadel."
Her ears lowered, the look in her eyes hardening as a cold feeling settled in the pit of her gut--she had a bad feeling about this.
**OOC Note: thanks to Draconian for letting me borrow Dylan ;U