Thread: Dragons and Cats (DinoDroid & Mafdet)

RE Dragons and Cats Dracon flung back his head and laugh, but there was no mirth in it and it was cold as ice. I am so glad to hear you will not surrender, my honor at least dictates that I offer you an out, but now I get to kill you. He started to spin the ax in his hand but then instead of tensing he relaxed and lazily droped the weapon. You see king, I am not here to fight you, nor merely to kill you, I am here to execute you for your crimes, and the crimes of your ancestors. With that Dracon inhaled deeply, his powerfull chest expanding, his head reared back and he lunged forward spewing forth a mighty torrent of blistering heat, and fire so intense it was blue. The flames enveloped the king of the felines consuming him, filling the air with the smell of burning meat, and burnt fur. After a minute of constant breathing Dracon ended his release looking much dazed and exhausted, droping to one knee before shaking his head and standing up. The fighting was nearly over, between the loss of the barracks, and the shock of the death of the king the remaining soldiers began losing the will to fight. Breathing fire, a rare gift amongst dragons was a showy form of fighting, and exhausting, but the felines didn't know that and that was the point. The dragons however weren't phased and every soldier that lost the will to fight was merely knocked out, any others that showed resistance were executed. The battle was over, and the felines were beaten, but Dracon wasn't finished yet. The sons of the king were gathered and lined up in order from eldest to youngest. One of the black dragons approached Jazira and the dragonling, he reached up and gently caressed the youngling then gently draged a claw along its spine. It promptly relaxed and droped away into the waiting arms of one of the brawlers where it promptly fell asleep. Then roughly grabed Jazira's wrist in a powerfull grip and in a slithering voice said try to escape young princess and we will remove your wings. It was the first time any of the black dragons had so much as made a sound, and brought her up to sit next to Dracon and in front of her brothers. You are all standing here alive at my orders. I and I alone hold your lives in my claws, but you have nothing to fear from me. Your father held several forms of power, I have destroyed most of them and now in front of you all I hold the last. Suddenly he reached down and grabed Jazira by the back of her neck. Your sister represented the only form of a binding alliance for your species with another. One to be chosen if and when another species became a threat. She represented a chance of power and for power. Now I take that away, I will walk out of these very gates, and you will let me, or I will execute you all and she will still come with me as the greatest prize of your race. Turning to directly speak to Dimitri he said You can come after us once we are a day away, but I wonder if you should. Between what happened here and lets be honest your less than honorable siblings will you actually have the forces to do so. Especially when the other races and war tribes hear about it. With that he removed his clawed hand from Jazira's neck but hooked her arm around his and started walking at a relaxed pace, she could try to resist, or trip, fall, and be draged along with him. All of the dragons circled around him and they proceeded out of the castle. With her brothers looking on in frustration and anger. As he passed the gates he waved to the remaining guards as though he were an honored guest giving a friendly wave of good bye. Everything was carfully calculated to insult, demoralize, and crush the will of everyone within the castle. From the beginning of the assault to the friendly wave of farewell as he calmly led the small procession out of the castle. As they headed out back towards the dragon camp that was already preparing to leave Dracon leaned over to Jazira who was nearly as tall as his 9 foot height and whispered into her ear my how the mighty shall fall. Now listen carefully princess, you are entitled to nothing, when we get back to the camp my people and ourselves are going to move quickly. You will not try to escape, fight, or hinder us, or we will cut off your wings and drag you along with us. You are worth more to me and our cause alive than dead, but that does not mean we can't hurt you. Turning back he pulled her into a slightly faster gait and headed to the already retreating camp.