The dragon was clearly trying to resist, but soon the beast would learn the power of her magic. A confident smirk crossed the mage's face as she savored her victory in dominating such a powerful beast. It would be very difficult for any creature to ...
A piercing scream ran through her ears, the mage covering them by instinct. The dragon was biting into its arm in order to avoid obeying the command. Blood was everywhere ... pouring from where incisors had torn the flesh. Eyes widened as they watched the horrific scene unfold, the body they were attached to paralyzed with fear.
The beast then loudly screamed its name, declaring itself as 'Annabelinda' and that a dragon would submit to no one, small chunks of flesh landing on the floor as it did so. The mage started to panic a little as she continued to bite on her arm over and over and over again, twisting it ...
There was blood. Lots of blood. The dragon probably didn't realize it, but a mortal form simply didn't have the capacity for absorbing wounds ... Was the beast really that intent on death? Previously the naked creature had only been dragged down by the collar, but did forcing its will to bend push the dragon over the edge?
The mage was hyperventilating at the sight, images of fire and death running through her mind. Her mother deciding fate was to harsh and ending it herself. Canatrix's skin turned whiter than snow, tears starting to fall down her eyes as flashbacks quickly ran through her head. The dragon would be able to see her visibly tremble ...
"STOP!" The real world returned to her eyes as tears continued to stream down. Apparently the dragon had, simply staring up at her. The mage wasn't exactly certain if the beast was simply startled, or if it was doing so because of the enormous amount of mana she had injected into that word.
The woman quickly ran over to where her supplies were, dragging them to where the dragon was kneeling and forming a small pile of things as she tossed them on the floor in a hurry as she searched the backpack, her limbs still shaking. After picking up a few bandages, she contemplated casting a spell.
The witch realized she wasn't nearly composed enough for that after a half hearted attempt, and simply grabbed the dragon's arm and started wrapping cloth around it. If this thing died, the human world could come to an end. The white gradually bled through to a red, and the red headed girl found herself placing several layers on around the left arm until it no longer changed color.
The same treatment was given to the dragon's neck, although the wounds were much more minor. A lack of blood would lead to ...
... seconds later the thing would find itself well bandaged and a thick blanket over it's shoulders, a small chunk of smoked jerky in its hand. The red haired girl seemed to calm down a bit since the blood was gone, and recomposed herself visibly, arms ceasing to shake, eyes returning to normal, and breathing returning to a healthy pace. Forgetting that she was still putting mana into her most recent command, she released it.
Perhaps she should approach this a little differently ... the red haired girl sat down in front of the beast cross legged, their conversation more head to head than before. "Dragon, you a creature of might, something from storybooks and legends. You said Annabelinda, correct? Anna, please ... please don't kill yourself and remove such a rare thing from this world."
At this point, the mage had completely forgotten about the spit, and looking down at it her tone harshened. She wiped it up with her sleeve, some of the dominating gaze returning to her eyes. "I shall forget that transgression, but there is a reality to our relationship. We fought, both of us valiantly, but in the end I was victorious. You are now my familiar, as the gods themselves granted mages that power."
She paused for a few seconds. Maybe she could appeal to the creature's base desires? That was a comment thing with other familiars - cats wanted to be pampered ... "I've heard you creatures are ones filled with honor and pride. Be honorable and know that I have won you. Do not deny me my prize. Be prideful and know that if I defeated you I am strong. Adventuring with me will result in your appearance in a thousand sagas."
After the fighting and the stress of what had occurred afterwards, the mage felt herself begin to tire. Was her magic being exhausted? A yawn escaped her lips as the adrenaline left her body.
She needed to speak quickly while she was still conscious and coherent. "If you wish for me not to control you and maintain your pride, obey me willingly. I shall concede however that you are no mere cat, and that you do not need to request permission to speak unless I instruct you specifically to be silent. So long as you properly address me with the titles I have requested and the respect due for one who has defeated you, I shall answer any questions you have as truthfully as possible." The mage looked the beast in the eyes, waiting.
If the thing attempted something drastic again though, it would feel itself stopped by Canatrix's magic. She wasn't losing her prize that easily.