Thread: Dragons and Cats (DinoDroid & Mafdet)

RE Dragons and Cats Yowls erupted briefly but with all the emotions of that of the death of the king so loudly that anyone could have heard it within a five mile radius, further if it echoed. Much as many would have disagreed or had bitter grudges against the king, his death signals the battle to be over. The fire used to kill the king had spread out a heat wave that could have very well had been a beacon. It was more often that most of the guards had given up rather than continued to fight, and they were the ones that were left to live aside from the citizens that had already fled. The young princess was close to collapsing in shock, fear, and despair, though when the brawler dragons approached again, she cringed as though she was about to be struck next. But it was the young one on her back that one had went for, feeling as it was gently coaxed off her back and into the arms of one of them with such care. That was quick to change when it came to her, tears collecting in the corner of her eyes when her wrist was gripped so tightly, her thoat tight as he told her that if she tried to escape that her wings would be removed. The threat shocked her so badly that her steps were automatic when she was brought up to the very dragon that had essentially burned her father to death, forced to stand next to him. Seeing her brothers lined up in front of her, at that time she wished so desperately to be with them right then, but she was kept where she was at the white dragon addressed them all. Dimitri had a hard edge to his expression that Jazira hadn't ever seen on his face, for as long as they had been alive, glaring at the dragon even as he glanced to his sister. As smart and caculating as he was... he couldn't think of a way to wretch her from the dragon's grasp without everyone right then and there dying. Though as the dragon gloated on how it was he that was allowing them to live, that he was taking away their father's forms of power, even Laziir looked outraged as Jazira felt the horrible and powerful claw gripping her by the back of her neck, making her yelp with pain and fear as a few tears ran free at last. In taking every power away, the dragons would also be taking her! No, this wasn't what she wanted! Yet her voice failed her utterly as she stared helplessly at Dimitri and her brothers, only he returning his gaze for a brief time before the dragon addressed him directly. It was obvious that she was shaking as the dragon removed his clawed hand from her neck, not even bothering to breath in relief what relief was there from this hellish nightmare?! Here, it seemed that it was the dragons' cue to leave, and Jazira was forced to have her arm hooked with that of the dragon, but finally life seeped back into her in a way it could rage. Let me go!! Damn you all to hell! she yowled as she had indeed tried to pull away, yank her arm out of his grasp somehow but had thus far only succeeding in probably brusing her own shoulder. Not that she cared anymore by this point. The guards stared hopelessly on as they watched their princess dragged out their own gates by the dragon and his small army, having wiped out the mighty guard force that had only their duty and now had failed that. Little more than halfway there, Jazira couldn't continue her shouts of rage as she was forced to move with them in her numbness, her gaze locked with that of the castle behind them. She was being taken away from what little good she had of a family, and she was powerless to stop it. The numbing feeling was replaced once again but this time with anger when the dragon decided to rub salt as well as alchohol into the great wounds he caused by leaning over to her and whispering into her ear of her own race falling, telling her that she was entitled to nothing. To not escape, fight or hinder them as they would flee from the destruction they've caused, or else that her wings would be cut off. Go to hell, monsters, she spat at him, her fangs bared while her ears were folded against her skull. It was obvious that she had changed her opinions on dragons utterly, which made her hate it all the more her father was right... Her gaze looked back to the castle as the dragons were already retreating, absorbing all she could of the last gaze she'd likely ever see of her home before the dragon pulled her into a somewhat faster gait, making her move faster as well whether or not she wanted to. Could probably skip ahead a bit if we need to, ha ha.