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More voices. They were muffled, so she couldn't tell what they were saying. She just understood that the man that had approached them was apparently her new rider. Nyx snorted again, narrowing her lavender eyes underneath the helm. The dragoness could have easily escaped if half the amount of men were around her-- the scalding of the celelyrium would mean nothing to her if it meant a chance of escape. She would have roasted the humans standing before her to a crisp. She would have torn down the nearby human civilization. Her claws sunk into the ground as she relished herself within these thoughts, so much so that she did not notice that her chains and clasps were being removed. It was only when the braces around her wings and neck were being taken off did she realize that she had much more space to move in. She unfurled her dark wings and stretched them out to her sides, grunting as bloodflow returned to the areas that had been clasped. And then came the removal of her bulky helm; it felt good to have sunlight reach her face. Her eyes bore a furious flame that could only be caught by those who were close by or if the sun's rays caught them in their reach.

The same violet eyes wavered towards the dark-haired man standing before her. He held himself with pride and self-assurance, bringing forth a scoff from her narrow maw. He spoke in his native tongue, and unfortunately, Nyx understood what he was saying. The scrawny human was trying to coax her into obeying him as if she were some sort of hound. She bore her fangs at him, hissing at him angrily. [i][color=B817D1]'You are not even worth my flames, you scum,'[/color][/i] she reached out to him through her mind, her voice dripping with venom. [i][color=B817D1]'If I felt like it, you would have been ashes on the ground, already.'[/color][/i]

Nyx's claws sunk further into the ground. She would love to have flown away by now, but it seemed that the scrawny beast before her would capture her before long. Not to mention that there were probably other riders that would chase after her in no time. The dragon's narrow head tilted upwards and she scowled down at the male. [i][color=B817D1]'I am currently in a sticky situation, but this does not mean I will be your ally, fiend. Lead the way.'[/color][/i]

[@Tancuras]