Hiding from the world - Open

"That sort of reminds me of something..." Bart commented, lowering his head, slowly advancing to the humongous beast, and crouching right next to its face, leaning crossed arms on his knees. He tilted his head slightly to one side, but not in confusion. I remember what the kraferrs used to call this symptom, this 'not-being-able-to-change-back-into-former-being' thing, Bart thought, It's also known as Cruor Virga, Blood Sticker in common language, and Proprius Animus Formatura, Permanent Soul Shaping in formal language. I still don't know why they gave birth to such a symptom, but right now, this isn't the problem.
Bart's black sparks quickly shot out of his hands, hitting the ground and seeping into the rock. He took one deep breath, hoping that Shadow was still in there.

Vrael and Shaeman had pulled the creature to the ground, keeping it pinned there. It watched Bart carefully though its red eyes, occasionally trying in a futile effort to break out of the ropes, but Vrael knew his roped and knots. He had intertwined a certain type of herb into the rope, making it unbreakable for their breed of demon.

Bart stood up weakly, his gaze dropping onto the cold earth. Coincidentally, at the same moment, he felt a shiver run across his body, and his purple fur stood up on his forearms. He turned his head to the other demoness, known as Shadow's sister. He couldn't help but to feel the emotion of hatred for this person, even though she had saved Shadow from an obviously imminent death right before his eyes. But Bart didn't concentrate on those feelings.
"So," he muttered, "all we can do is stay here, hoping helplessly that there might be an ounce of Shadow in this beast, trying to break free?"

"Pretty much. If there is nothing, then we have no choice but to kill her. Permanently." Raven warned the Kraferr, her violet gaze shifting to him briefly. The creature semed to sigh, closing its eyes. It shifted its gigantic flaming paws into a more comfortable position, seemingly bored.

"It seems..." Bart hesitated, lifting one eyebrow at the incandescent creature, trying to understand its' actions. Bart's purple tail flicked at the wind gently, before coiling around his right leg tightly. He tilted his head at the demon.
"Actually, to be honest," Bart continued, "I think it's not giving a f**k to what we're saying. Which I understand."

Raven sighed, looking at the creature. The flames sprouting from the creature's red fur seemed to fade, and it opened its eyes again, but the eyes had merged, like Bart's when he changed between forms. Shaeman and Vrael had screwed loops of metal into the cave's stone walls, tying the ropes tightly to them so that the creature could barely move. It closed its eyes quietly, making some sort of small whimpering sounds.

Even though Bart didn't show it, as he was used not to, he was trying with all his strength not to let go of the control of the demon inside him, which the older Shadow had given him to save his life. His face darkened, and he sat with his legs crossed. He shoved one hand in his right pocket, and he took out a long, metal necklace, with an amulet at the end. The amulet had a glistening blue gem in the middle of it, and some strange carving slithered upon its' surface.

The creature scrabbled at the stone floor with its black claws, hauling its frame to its feet. As the flames had gone out, the creature had reduced its size to that of a regular wolf. It held its head low, the ropes bearing the weight of it. Its ears were back, its tail low. If the creature could cry, it would be.

What question can I ask? Bart thought, 'Is this Shadow?' would be obviously answered by 'yes'.
'Is there a remote chance that Shadow might be free?' is obviously a wrong question, because it is personal to chance.
'How can we get Shadow back into her form?' is also a wrong question, because if Raven, Vrael or Shaeman don't know it, it must be a secret, if there are any.
Bart sighed, lowering his head and hand, letting the chain of the necklace coil on the ground. Bart's violet tail curled off his leg, and it flattened onto the ground, seemingly stretching for the creature. It reached up near to the demon's muzzle, but Bart didn't notice, and he kept thinking about the questions.

The creature watched the tail with very little interest until it started to get a little too close. It raised one fiery furred paw to try, playfully, to pin it to the ground, a slight glint in her eyes suggesting that she wasn't out to hurt the Kraferr, she just needed something to occupy her.

As the paw touched the tail, by reflex, it withdrew, and Bart quickly twisted his face in pain. He had felt a very hot thing slam onto his tail. He swiftly turned around his head, grabbing his tail in one hand. He cast a glare at the wolf, frowning gently. He looked at the demon into its' eyes.

The demon looked at Bart, its head slightly tilted to one side in a playful manner, not unlike Wraith when she felt like annoying someone. It then allowed its head to flop back onto the stone, watching a fly that was buzzing around the cave.