Thread: Captured and Contained-Moon/Tigress

Evander cringed as he tried to lean away from Jinx, feeling his heard thud hard in his chest, only making the pain all the more impossible to bare. he gritted his teeth hard, he remembered the woman anthro, she had been beautiful, and strong. it had taken thirteen bullets and an ounce of his special poison... but in his defense, for a Dragon kill, it had been quick. the other Majors liked to take off the wings and the tail, leaving the Dragon unbalanced, helpless to fly away, and at their mercy. then they tortured the poor Dragon... still, he did kill the Dragons, and Evander knew, mercy or not, he was going to pay for it. he shuddered and tried to cringe away as that long black tongue stroked his cheek... but much to his dismay he found himself wishing the Dragon would touch him a little more. a bit of contact before death... he hadn't had human contact in ten years... how he missed it. he sagged in relief as the Dragon promised to send the letter and the little toy. the letter was short, but filled with sweetness to his daughter. who was living with her mother. an 'arranged marriage' to say the least. it was wishing the little girl a happy birthday, and apologizing for not being able to be there. What?! Evander felt his terror sky rocket and his pain suddenly vanished as terror flooded through him. he couldn't let Jinx do this, he couldn't let his daughter be hurt! he had killed for his daughter. he had slaughtered for her. he had killed himself as a person for her. he wasn't going to let some sick dragon turn her into some sort of human sex slave... no matter that they did the same to the anthro offspring... NO! Evander roared, hauling himself to his feet and flinging himself into the Dragon. LEAVE MY DAUGHTER ALONE! and suddenly the Young Major became the Devil he was known for. he slammed against the bars, trying to bash them down, trying to break free, doing anything he could to stop the two wolves from getting his daughter. he collapsed to the ground and uttered a short few sobs, the wolves gone to get his daughter... there was nothing he could do... well no.. there was one thing... but could he do it? he didn't fight back as he was picked up, his ribs grating against every movement as he looked the Dragon in the eyes. broken, dead... but there was that single flash of defiance that would probobly worry the Dragon. prisoners who had that little gleam... usually did very stupid things. and Evander was no different. only Evander didn't intend to take out the Dragon with him, or any of the other anthro... no, he had something else in mind. after all, what was the point of torturing a dead man with his daughter. he smiled at Jinx, a crazed, insane sort of smile. you know, i never wanted to be in this god damned war. Van admitted suddenly. the military is sick and twisted. the government all deserves to die and rot in hel... and my precious daughter... she deserves to be able to go to school and not have to worry that i didn't follow orders well enough... he pressed on one of his teeth... it had cost him three thousand dollars to have one of his perfectly good teeth pulled out, and replaced with a hollow replica. inside was a small little canister. he opened his mouth, letting Jinx see it, laying there, innocently on his tongue, as if mocking the man... then he bit down and nearly gagged at the taste of his signature poison. funny how that worked, he was dying already, and he was gagging because it tasted bad. Rot in hell... you bastards... Van muttered, but somehow he didn't seam to be talking about Jinx, darkness swarmed in his vision. he was going to die, and be free.. he'd rot in hell, but he'd be free. right?... it never occurred to him that the Anthro's had developed an antidote to his poison, and that he wouldn't be dead when he woke up.