#geraldpentaghast

Refused to comply with the situation he was put in, Gerald fought hard and determined to make it difficult for the people who wanted to put that wicked collar on him. Despite being chained the moment he was pulled into the castle, they still required a few men to hold him down. Shoulders held firmly in place, the hunter's legs were grabbed and tightened to prevent him from kicking or dodging away. Next, Gerald's hair was harshly pulled back by a hand, head yanked backwards to expose his neck. He shouted a cry, bent arm pushed back to elbow one of the man behind him as the cold material of the collar caged the flesh of his neck. 

"B-Bastard-" He grunted, already felt the Dragonic strength in his blood suppressed until nothing was left. He kept on struggling until someone finally threw a punch straight into his gut and disabled him. At least long enough for them to drag him to the cage and imprisoned him.

They bounded his wrists with chains and left him suspended in mid-air, pulled his arms outward as his heavy, muscular body left hanging. A spreader bar tied to his ankles, kept his legs spread and made it even more uncomfortable for the new slave of the castle.

Unable to tell how long has passed, Gerald slowly regathered his thoughts and human strength. The former hunter clenched his teeth as he endured the pain behind the bruises on his body. He caught a pair of eyes watching him from the other sides of the bars, staring at him from the dark. 

Gerald snorted loudly and spat to the ground.

"What are you staring at?" 

Gerald challenged, tone aggressive and filled with anger. 

@erisofkhaos​

Even with his new found freedom, Gerald did not back away from helping those in needs. Whatever happened that sent him back to the past, the hunter saw this as a blessing and an opportunity. Grabbed a sword from a fallen fae soldier, Gerald rushed into the battlefield and helped those who was being attacked by the vampire. He managed to gather a small group, mostly injured or those who weren’t in combat positions. Without much choice, Gerald led them into the forest and made a well-hidden camp as they planned their next move.

It didn’t take long for them to acknowledge the fact that they needed medical supplies. Against his better judgement, Gerald volunteered to sneak into the castle. He knew the layout. The doctor’s office was probably at the same room. And without the damn collar on his neck, he regained his strength and power as a half-dragon. He knew what he was capable of. After all, he was one of the best hunters in his future.

With his experience with the castle, Gerald remained careful. Used the chaos at the front door as distraction while a group of fae knights threw themselves at the vampires in the name of revenge. He was quick, kept himself hidden in the shadow and found himself in the doctor’s room. He shut the door behind him, eyes turned to search for any medical supplies that could help with the group’s situation. The first thing he noticed was the ill image of a bloody white wing that was left on the table. The diagrams next to it...Gerald grunted, found his anger ignited once more.

His eyes shifted, searched for the supplies his seek. But his attention was caught by an unusual light. A wall of glass orbs, swirling with unsettling light. He moved toward them, a brow perked as he noticed a shadow within one of the orc. He reached into it, surprised to find something within that...felt like flesh.