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[b]Interactions:[/b] The Bound Dragon [@The Irish Tree], Cayde Selmy [@Guess Who][/center][hr]

It was just another day. Another day being wasted away in this miserable hellhole that was the Island Prison of Ziggurat. All Satirra Izyntanth could really do to pass the time was fling stones at the wall, with them rebounding towards her so that she could pick them up and throw them again. That was all the frustrated Dhirom had [i]been[/i] doing for the past couple of odd years that she'd been stuck here. And it was all because she tried to eat the face of that one guy who tried to kill her. That was fine, though; at least solitary confinement was less likely to drive Satirra insane than the ordinary kind, since there'd be less assholes that'd rub her the wrong way.

Eventually, however, Satirra's eyelids were starting to weigh down on her, and everything around her started to blur. She kept her ears open for just a little bit longer, if only to determine whether or not anyone would be rude enough to try and wake her up, but she willed the rest of her body to die down a little. There was no reason to stay awake; not when there was literally nothing else that could be done.

...

The next thing she knew, Satirra found herself in a strange dream-space, where she seemed to be falling from the sky for all eternity. Why she didn't think to flap her wings a bunch in an effort to stay airborne, she didn't know. A part of her had given up on life as a whole, and a part of her refused to acknowledge the fact that this was even happening to her... or rather, [i]most[/i] of her refused to acknowledge the fact that this was even happening to her. In any case, the next thing Satirra saw was a black dragon, who'd been blinded by whatever it was that had been binding its maw shut and had its armed wrapped together. Satirra plugged two fingers into her ears and closed her eyes as hard as she possibly could, trying to ignore the dragon's musings for the longest of times. But the fact that they were penetrating deep into her mind wasn't making it easy; in fact, all her efforts proved to be for nothing.

[color=f26522][i]'God, damn it; why won't this thing shut [/i]up[i]?'[/i][/color] Satirra opened her eyes again, only to see that there were other people conversing with the dragon as she looked more closely into the scenery. In retrospect, it made much more sense for the dragon to have been addressing more than one person that it persistently trying to reach to her alone; after all, there [i]were[/i] others that it had the attention of. Still, it was when the dragon had the audacity to suggest that they "failed before they even began" that Satirra finally snapped.

[color=f26522]"I haven't [i]begun[/i] anything!"[/color] she retorted balefully, [color=f26522]"Not yet. Not back when I was expected to slave away for the rest of my life. But make no mistake. You haven't seen the last of me. I'll break out of this hellhole, and kill anyone that tries to stop me!"[/color]

Finally, the dragon had asked about everyone's convictions. It had already heard Satirra's voice; even if it hadn't realized she was there before, it certainly would've by now, so there was no use not saying anything. So... fine, she'd bite.

[color=f26522]"All I ever wanted was to fuck with some heads; and yeah, I do mean the 13 Heads, in case you're wondering,"[/color] she clarified at the end there, before continuing on, [color=f26522]"I wanted more. I [i]deserved[/i]... more. They have all this money that my people have been quite literally handing out to them, but they never gave us shit in return. Hell, they wouldn't even let me take any of it back, the bastards! And now I'm here, expected to rot while they keep taking and taking and taking. Well y'know what they can take? A nice big footful of irony right up their fucking assholes! [i]That's[/i] what the 13 Heads can all take, and that's what I intend to give them."[/color]

...

Suddenly, the dream came to a grinding halt, and Satirra was left clutching her head in agony. She knew that none of it was real. There was no way any of it [i]could[/i] be. But she still couldn't shake it off. A somewhat familiar voice had called her name.

[color=ed1c24]"Satirra? Did you-"[/color]

[color=f26522]"Did I [i]what[/i]?!"[/color] the Dhirom sneered, making her irritation known. She did not like the prospect that she was going insane... not in the slightest. But then again, one did not simply explain that kind of dream away with logic.

As she looked to her left, Satirra had relocated a hole in the wall that she'd completely forgotten was there. Thankfully, it was at the wrong level of height for the type of "hole" that she was imagining. And besides, it would've been way too big. And it sure as hell wasn't [i]circular[/i]. But then Satirra thought of something. Wasn't that hole supposed to lead into Cayde Selmy's cell? Before she could think too much into it, a newcomer had asked if anyone would like to sing a song... which threw off her train of thought completely.

[color=f26522]"I swear, if anyone one of you starts singing, that person's throat will be the first thing to be eaten!"[/color] she threatened to everyone else, before noticing that the newcomer wasn't even in a cell, [color=f26522]"Tch, lucky bastard..."[/color]

With that, Satirra sat back down, awaiting further actions from all the others.