Thread: Dragons and Cats (DinoDroid & Mafdet)

RE Dragons and Cats No worries. There was no answer to give to the dragon when he spoke back to her, Jazira growling when he suddenly stopped her and pressed bodies with her, not wanting to stare back into his eyes but was forced to anyhow. He held her in a rather gentle way, though holding her still all the same as his eyes seemed to take on more than the cold look they had. But in return he could see the unmistakable sadness and anger, as well as loneliness she had felt for years even though it was partially masked with rage. Still she didn't bother speaking even as he turned away and forced her to continue to catch up with his tribe, not recognizing his moment of weakness in the slightest. She was too busy dwelling on her own anger. The week spent on traveling were uncomfortable for the dragons, but they were the hardest on Jazira. Not only was she tiring far faster than their weakest dragons, she was also losing her will to keep moving, for to keep moving meant keep moving away from her home. It didn't matter that she wasn't treated terribly, generally ignored, she just wanted to go back. She wanted to try to get away, but the lingering threats still were in the back of her mind, not to mention that just a day of this marching and she was exhausted. Likely they'd catch her with great ease, and even if she got away, she'd be lost, as the dragons hardly used the ground and didn't leave much track to begin with. Coming to the ocean after the whole week of traveling, she stared out at the water, as she hadn't seen anything like it before. Likely she hadn't ever left the castle very far, whether because she didn't want to or she wasn't allowed. With it and the large vessel awaiting for them, what little hope she had was gone as they bounded her even with her protests and struggles, which weren't much due to the exhaustion, boarded the ship and were leaving the lands far behind within the next few hours. Jazira hardly cared anymore for what was going on around her as she was eventually released from the ropes and chains, all she really did was stare out at the water and the general direction of home. The sound of music in the night were ignored, her ears merely flicking from the occasion high-pitched sounds of reeds and flutes, she stood where she was with her back to them as she stared ahead. Right now she was trying to stop the overwhelming sadness she felt that threatened to make her cry, since she didn't want to give in to it and show any tears, though this was general habit she had with dealing with the stubborn emotion. She was too stubborn and willful to let it happen. Hearing the voice of Dracon, she didn't really do more than glance at him then looked away from him, as he was the last person on the planet that she wanted to be near, much less talk. She wasn't in much of a mood to be brought out of her brooding, nor did she want her emotions to suddenly betray her. Stop pretending to care what I think and leave me be, she said, her voice somewhat rough from fighting with her emotions right now, her stance tense as it was while she just wanted him to leave her alone. And it probably didn't help that she really did believe that he didn't care, was just trying to taunt her. At least she still had some fight in her even in this state of emotions.