Thread: To Train A Dragon Rider (Distain2003 & darkangel76)

Thanos had a larger saddle then normal it would carry his new companion with him and had a bag for all her things new, and old. He moved clumsily threw the night and it caused him and his drake to catch more arrows then normal and that made them both angry. As they flew threw the night sky towards the city his anger only grew binding his left wrist again in the rope draped around the beasts neck. As they sank into the city he slipped from the back of the beast sliding down her bag in hand to the end of the rope. Seeing the guard from the day before he could not help but give him a strong kick as he flew past sending the man hard into the ground. Once he was a few feet from the ground he dropped to the ground and rolled to stand only a few feet from her tossing the bag at her feet. The now freed drake made a tight turn and landed behind him standing there like as an ominous reminder of what was to come for her. He stared at her for several long moments looking her up and down repeatedly taking in every detail of her form that he could see. When his eyes found hers he glared at her his gaze seeming to look into her soul and ask if it could handle what was to come. He did not mask the anger in his eyes he cared not that she would see he was not pleased about this. His form was large and if his armor was any hint as to the build beneath it there was little wasted on him. He seemed to be a solid piece of muscle and bone with the attitude of a grizzly bear. His armor was black from head to toe with iron buckles holding the pieces of hardened leather together. A black mask covered most of his face starting at the bridge of his nose and arcing down along his cheek bones. It followed the line of his lower jaw giving about a half an inch of movement for his mouth before it vanished behind his hair. His hair was shoulder length and fell just behind his temples and curled around in a rather chaotic fashion. His dark brown eyes showed enough rage and emotion to more then cover for his emotionless presence. You will not like this, this will not be easy, and at the end of your time with me you will hate me. This is not some story book for a nursemaid to tell you before you go to sleep. I am not going to teach you how to ride some majestic creature around for fun. I am hear to teach you to kill, to take life with out blinking and with out remorse. His voice washing menacingly from the slits in his mask as his glare remained on her eyes. You will bleed, you will be hurt, and you will kill. Learning to kill will be the easy part, discovering how to block out your memories and turn of your instincts will be the hard part. If you wish to run or give up, now would be the time. Don't waste my time if you are just going to quit later. His hand moved like a blur to the sword at his waist and drew it slashing at her with incredible precision, slashing less than 3 inches from her chest. His motion was simply to test and see how fast she could react to his attack wanting to see if she had a chance at being a dragon rider. I am leaving in 15 minuets, your clothing is in that bag if you still wish to continue training be here before i leave. If not... do not it is that simple. He said sternly turning returning his sword to its scabbard and turning to walk back to his dragon placing his hand on its flank.