[center][b]Astarte, Goddess of Magic[/b]
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- Astarte "tames" her new dragon, given to her by Vestec.[/hider][/center]

Astarte chuckled. The beast in front of her was rather charming, after all--It was ten metres long and three tall, with a pair of mighty horns protruding from its head and half a meter into the air. White scales covered its body and crisp blue eyes stared at her, analyzing every movement she made. Its wings were huge, yet one of them was currently crushed under a boulder. Astarte was sitting on this boulder, grinning down at the Dragon.

"So, you realize now that this is no joke, hm?" She said in a jittery voice, excitement making her body shake and shiver ever so slightly, "Listen to me, Lizzy-"

[b]"I AM A MALE!"[/b] The Dragon boomed, loud enough was his voice that the boulder rocked in place and crushed his wing further. A whimper escaped his mouth, yet after a moment and steeling himself from the pain, he spoke more calmly, "Do NOT call me Lizzy, monster." 

Astarte was taken aback, how coult this beast call her a monster? Her, the Goddess of Magic, the most interesting and beautiful of all Gods?! She huffed and jumped down and onto the back of the Dragon's neck. Then she whispered into his ears, hands wrapped around his two horns. "I am no monster, [i]beast[/i]. When you see me, do you see a vile, hideous being?" She asked, grip on the horns tightening. The Dragon winced.

"Ye-"

"NO." Astarte yelled into his ear. Then she gripped the horns even tighter, until a crack was heard. The Dragon's following scream echoed through the entire forest, and a shiver of pleasure went down Astarte's back.

"You see a beautiful Goddess. The Mother of Wi, the Goddess of Magic, of Summoning." Astarte whispered, caressing the new cracks on the Dragon's horns until they went away. "See? I healed you. You're fine now." She smiled sweetly at the Dragon and nuzzled his cheek affectionately. 

She then jumped off the Dragon's neck and with a motion of her hands, the boulder came off the dragon's right wing and was thrown far away. She hurried to the Dragon's crushed wing and caressed it. Wherever her hands touched, the wing healed. Eventually, it was back to normal, and the Dragon looked at her, confused and afraid.

He tried to flap his wings and take off. 

Then a louder scream echoed through the forest. Astarte had balled up her fists and both of his wings were crushed by her magic.

"Tsk, tsk, tsk." Astarte sighed, walking up to the Dragon and slapping him on the cheek, hard enough to tear his lip. "What did I tell you? You're my property now, and property doesn't escape."