Fingers tapped on the stone floor as bored eyes stared at the grey wall. He could hear the pacing of dragons in the cells within his room, talons scrapping on the floor. 5 dragons besides himself jailed and imprisoned due to a strange string of murders that had happened in the nearby town, all of them apparently suspects. He hadnt even been aware of the killings himself, what with his dwelling being half an hour away from town and the fact he considered himself a hermit. He had been in his own bed two nights ago sleeping soundly only for the local authorities to break into his house and arresting him, spewing profanities and accusations about murder. It was when they were dragging him out that he saw what looked like a dragon being unburied from the garden in his backyard.
Rustling above his head, and eyes glanced up to the modified bird cage that hung from the middle of the room. A veilspun by the name of Vetur was held inside, colored stone grey and a deep green that reminded him of olden pines. She had been the one to tell him of the span of murders, 7 corpses found buried all around town but nothing connecting any besides how they were found. She had been the first arrested and taken in for questioning as the corpse tied to her had been buried in the roots of the tree she nested in. That was several months ago, but with the peace keepers no closer to finding the culprit, she was still being held for "questioning." Speaking of, he hadnt even been questioned yet. Just thrown into a cell and left, trying to piece together what happened from the other inmates.
His eyes narrowed at such a thought, tail smacking the ground irritably. At this point, he just wished they would get on with it so he could head back home and repair the damages to his house he knew the peace keepers had caused in their haste to look for clues or evidence. His head perked at the sounds of foot steps and talking upstairs, headed for the door that led to the cells. Maybe he would get his wish after all.