Don't Tickle the Dinosaur

[Josef Mengele]

Bala smiled and hugged Caguuror around the waist. He was still young, looking around the age of twelve. He smiled and ran his fingers through his hair, frowning and looking at his index finger. The stub of it, at least. He bit his lip. His master hadn't wanted him to claw someone, and he understood that. He just didn't feel whole. "I wish you could understand me." Bala said softly, resting his cheek against Caguuror's chest.

"Bala."

Bala lifted his head when he heard his master's call and shuffled away from Caguuror, transforming back into his normal dragon form. He slunk out of the room and lifted his head. "Thank you for coming." Mengele growled. "Find us a way out. You've got the ability to see in the dark, so you're the one that gets to probe around the facility. There should be a service entrance around here somewhere from the outside. Go. Take the shapeshifter with you." Mengele waved his hand dismissively, and Bala slunk out of the room. He nuzzled Caguuror and nodded outside of the room.

Cag hugged Bala back tightly, patting his head. He sighed as he saw Bala's amputated finger as well and shook his head. Interesting, that Mengele thought it was ok to mangle this poor dragon, but it wasn't ok for Cag to take a sample from a beast that would have killed them, and that said sample would more then likely grow back, if it had not already.

Cag followed Bala into the other room, listening as Mengele obviously ordered Bala to do something. When the young drake nuzzled him, he rested his hand upon his neck and followed the dragon out of the room and into another. Perhaps they where looking for the way out? Obviously looking for something. Cag frowned, wondering if he would still have the power to shape shift his eyes to see in the dark. Or to use echolocation like a bat or dolphin.