Someone was being loud, Darian thought groggily as he was pulled from his slumber. That was strange, considering that he remembered falling asleep deep in the forest. Come to think of it, what he was resting his head on didn't feel like the roots of a tree either - it felt more like stone, cold and hard, as though he were in a dungeon.
This realization caused the boy's eyes to snap open and he immediately jerked up, expecting to see the bars of a prison cell - what he saw instead was nothing like the image that he'd been picturing in his head a moment ago. Instead of finding himself in a prison cell, Darian found himself sitting in the corner of a large building, filled with tables, strange displays, and bustling crowds of people.
Humans, if he were to be exact.
The young man quickly scrambled to his feet, his hands flying for the dagger that he normally kept at his hip, only to find that it wasn't there. His eyes widened in shock as he snapped his head down to see that this was, in fact, the truth, and that his hand had not merely missed the hilt - his weapon was gone. He was in a strange building surrounded by humans, and his weapon was simply GONE. Had someone taken it while he'd been sleeping? He couldn't have left it somewhere, as it never left his person, so that must have been the case. How in the hell was he supposed to get out of this mess? These humans would probably gut him if they caught him witho-
"Woah, that's a great cosplay!" Darian's head snapped over in the direction of the voice and saw a young man speaking to him. Despite the boy's friendly demeanor, Darian immediately balked, hissing at the human and bearing his sharp canines at him. After a moment, the boy looked alarmed and quickly took a step back. "Dude, chill out! You don't have to keep that in character! Jeez..." Needless to say, the boy's response confused him, but Darian continued to glare at the young man; he didn't appear to be taking the hint - said hint being that Darian would attack him if the boy drew any closer to him. He didn't appear to be, but the kid also wasn't leaving. "You know, I could show you where the tabletop stuff is going on, if you're lost. That's what you're here for, right? It's just over-"
"Keep the HELL away from me, human!" Darian snarled as the boy tried to reach towards him and reacted the same way that he normally would have when a human got too close to him - by slamming himself into the boy and sending him to the floor, pinning him down underneath him. Again, the teenager reached for his knife, before quickly remembering that it was currently absent. He cursed loudly and wound back to strike the boy beneath him with his fist as he began shouting - only to have two sets of hands grab him by the arms, hauling him up off of the boy. Guards, he immediately thought, and began struggling against the hold they had on his arms. "Let me GO!"
"Mind telling us what the hell's going on?" One of the men asked, not seeming to be bothered by the fact that Darian was still trying to get loose. If either of them were having a hard time holding onto the dark-haired creature, they most certainly weren't showing it. They did, however, look rather annoyed when the only answer they got to the first man's question was an angry snarl from Darian.
"I was going to help him find the gaming room, but he's ******** crazy!" The boy who Darian had tackled was now scrambling to his feet, his eyes wide with fear. "He just tackled me! I think he was gonna kill me!"
"GET YOUR BLOODY HANDS OFF OF ME!" By this point, Darian was twisting around in an attempt to get himself loose, his legs lashing out as he tried to kick the two men that were holding him. "DAMNED HUMANS, LET ME GO!" Instead of letting him go, the hands on Darian's arms tightened, and he felt himself being hauled away. This caused him to fight even harder against them, but it was really to no avail, as both of them men seemed to have a pretty firm hold on him. He wasn't going to be brought to any dungeon without a fight though, and if these guards thought that he was just going to let them lock him up then they had another thing coming!
However, he was brought to no prison cell - instead, Darian found himself growing confused as he was dragged out a door, where the two men let him go, one of them giving him one final shove. "Consider yourself banned, kid - if any of the staff catches you hear again, we'll be calling the police. Now get out of here!" For a moment, the furred boy stared at the two humans, dumbfounded - that was it? No locking him up? No flogging or torture? What the hell kind of guards were these?! The situation was certainly strange in itself, but Darian wasn't about to let go of an opportunity for escape - so, after giving the two humans one final growl, the young man took off, quickly shoving past anyone who was unfortunate enough to get in his way as he hurried towards an area that seemed to have a few trees in it. The young man was quick to climb up one, and only once he was safely crouched up on a branch did finally take the time to look at his surroundings.
Where in the world was it? It certainly didn't look like Cree, he thought as he took in the land that surrounded him. He could see buildings, taller than any castle he'd ever seen, and strange metallic creatures moving on wide, smooth pathways between them. Humans appeared to be abundant here, but that wasn't what was causing him to stare at them - it was the clothing that they wore. Some were wearing garb similar to his own, while others wore far...stranger outfits. The sight that greeted him as he glanced back towards the building he had come from yielded similar results, though the clothing choices over there seemed to be far stranger than those of the people walking further away from that building in particular. Again, the sentence 'where am I?' echoed in his head before he shook it, looking down at himself in an attempt to, once again, locate his knife. His search was about as fruitful as it had been the last time he'd looked, but this time, he noticed an item on his person that appeared to be rather out of place - a strange, multicoloured cord with a card on it hung around his neck, and Darian frowned as he picked it up. The card was decorated with strange illustrations and appeared to have some writing on it - what it said, Darian didn't know. It didn't look like Common or Ignan, and was therefore gibberish to him. He was in a strange land, where he couldn't read the language and the humans were even crazier than they'd been back in Cree.
How, then, was he going to get home?
