Thread: Reawakened Anger {Thewhiterabbit x ForeverM}

He saw her body weaken. She had no way, of matching his strength, and she knew it. She would have to find better plans. She would have to defeat him through wit and agility. But even in wit, his strength wasn't weak. He would not be out mastered, with a simple trick. He would not bow down to her, through her mighty speed. He. Would not be defeated today. He had been before, and his legacy. His heirs. His loves. Had all been destroyed. Slaughtered, by the hands of pretended 'Dragonslayers'. There was a time, where man and Dragon made war. And a Dragonslayer, was the man who took down a dragon, single handedly, and not with scorns of men and machines. But now, the name of Dragonslayers had been decreased to grumpy old men, as the Dragon's had gone into myths. As she continued speaking, his eyes narrowed, once again, observing her, as he awaited her strike, his resilience and endurance able to withstand much more, then what it had already gotten. A mountain of a creature, it would take several of her likes, to take him down. But on the other hand. He admired her resilience. She didn't stop. She didn't bend. Like a true Dragonkin. The ones, he used to know. Reminding him a lot of his first mate. The one, that had now been taken from him. And as she mentioned his ambitions, his eyes widened lightly again, once again in great fury, just as her spell his his chest, causing him to growl loudly. But in the blink of an eye, he blast his own flames at his right arm, melting the ice slowing it, and his hand quickly snapped out for her, in an attempt to grab her, and stop what ever idea she had. He wasn't going to eat her. He wasn't going to kill her. He wanted her humiliated. Defeated. He wanted her bent, to the greater Dragon. He kept telling himself, that was all he wanted. But in truth. He wanted more. Had he gotten a grip of her, he moved her down in front of him, trying to imprison her between both his hands, to keep her in place. One hand, though, quickly grabbed for the sword, fingers tightening around it, causing light cuts to his hand. And should she not let go, as he started pulling, her arm would end up dislocating, due to the amount force he put into it. Either way, he would pull the sword from her fingers, weather after he immobilized her arm, or when her fingers slipped. He threw the sword aside, and imprisoned her in his fingers, once again. I.. Can not restore the glory.. My race once carried.. They where all destroyed.. Slaughtered. Ripped to shreds. Remember? Everything I once had.. A nest.. Cubs.. Mates.. All destroyed, by Titans and Dwarves.. Even my youngest... Little cubs.. Your size. Squealing for help, before the Titans ripped their scales off, and pierced their hearts... The old Dragons.. Is dead. There is only me.. His voice was now darker, and more silent. Sorrow, that had been concealed by rage, now stepped lightly through his words, but not his expression. That, as furious as ever. His hands then started tightening around her waist, most certainly in a painful way, as he attempted to immobilize her body, to the brim, where she would need to rest, in order for it to restore. She would, however, restore. Being still majorly a Dragon, her Dragon blood would heal her body, back to a normal state again. There is only my anger left.. No hope for reinforced glory.. Only vengeance. My revenge exacted, upon those who caused this. But in order to do this.. I need my strength to return, after many years of sleep. And that.. Is what I am doing. You will submit, to the one greater.. And that is I.. And then.. You can live on, however you wish.. As long as you know.. As long as you remember... You.. Are not.. The strongest. He now growled, in a dominant, telling tone, that no longer seemed like a furious roar, with only death and destruction in it's mind. But that of a creature, that wanted his place back. His place, as the dominant species.