(( Elijah Ashwells, wolf and humanoid form. This takes place two years after the events in this roleplay. Warning for non-descriptive nudity? ))
Warm, golden light trickled into his sight as his eyes cracked open. The glow came from shiny rods jutting out of the white walls surrounding him. Something in his mind slowly snapped into place, and familiar words filled in the blank spots of his awareness. He was looking at sconces, drilled into marble walls. His ears swivelled at the sound of footsteps, nostrils flaring to take in the smell of prey. Wait... no, not prey. Another person. More and more of his trail of thought was clicking into proper place as sapience returned to him.
He tried to lift his head, only to find leather straps were holding him down; not only by the neck, but over his muzzle, upper and lower torso, limbs, and even his tail was bound to the smooth table under him. Instincts of the wild animal he still partially was reared its ugly head, and a wet snarl rolled out from between his clamped teeth.
For whatever reason, the sound made him feel sick to his stomach.
Release me. Where am I? Who are you? How did I get here? RELEASE ME! The demands of the wolf, colliding into the questions of the man, never left the back of his head. Or, perhaps they were trying to, but all that could come out still was garbled yaps and growls.