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 Posted: Mon Jan 25, 2016 8:28 pm
 After having gotten the dragon locked away where they knew he’d be safe, Brynjar was left alone. And for many days, he would snarl, attack the bars and try and break himself out. Eventually though, they figured it out. They figured the only way to actually keep the Dragon from harming himself was to bind him in all possible ways. So they did. And Brynjar hated every last one of them for it. He didn’t eat the first few days, didn’t drink. Just attacked and snarled whatever came close. And if they wanted to fight him; if they wanted to face him again when he wasn’t blindsided, he would. Every last one of the feathered mares would fall under his claws. Especially that little harlot with the pretty face and soft looking wings.
Brynjar had lost track of how long he’d been settled into the Hatetalon flock. He just knew, that if he wanted to escape this place, for now, he had to behave. Which he did not like at all. Every time one of the sisters got close, he bared his fangs, muzzle bound by rope so he couldn’t even get his food in his mouth without shredding it first. And shredding it was just as difficult, legs bound by heavy ropes. His tail was pinned to the ground, wings weighed down with clasps that pierced and pulled at the webbing. Once a mighty dragon, he was nothing more than a glorified trophy. Oh what his father would think of him now.
The red dragon snarled low in his throat as he ducked his head down as much as allowed with how his neck was bound up as well. It was as if he wasn’t allowed to move at all. And why? Because he’d run? He’d attack? And it was true. He would. He didn’t mind doing what they said if they didn’t harm him. So long as he was careful, he could escape. If he behaved, he could escape. He snarled low in his throat, shaking out his scales and tried to lift his wings as much as possible, but he barely got them folded against his ribs. If he couldn’t stretch them out, he’d be weighed and unable to fly. So… He stayed still. But every time someone passed; every time someone peeked at him through the bars of his cage, he wanted him lash at them, to flash his fangs and bare his claws and attack with all the strength his father had given him. But he couldn’t. He had to stay calm; he had to figure all of this out.
Now if he could just get that mare to come down and talk to him, perhaps Brynjar could make her understand he had no intention of running… yet.
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Posted: Sun Jan 31, 2016 7:59 pm
 Edana Hatetalon didn't forget about the dragon she had captured, and confined to a cell. The cell, of normal size, proved useful to hold the dragon. His size worked against him to help hold him in place, making it easier for Bloodclaw to tend to him as needed. Bloodclaw seemed to take well to having a noisy large dragon taking up space in her dungeon caves. Reports were brought to the queen, anytime he didn't eat, or lashed out at one of the sisters sent in to bring him food. With as much patience as she could possibly get, she waited for the right moment to go visit him. No reason to try and barter with the prisoner, while he was starved and angered. Eventually, she began to get inpatient, and thought she would visit soon. However, an unexpected group arrived to their camp while the dragon lay in wait. Edana had nieces from her sister show up in their Flock. Her attentions were redirected to the new family that came to join their ranks. In the time her and her blood sister had been excommunicated from each other, she had birthed six daughters, and passed away. Edana Hatetalon could of protected her, but her sister didn't agree with her ways. At the time, she gave her the choice of going off on her own. Edana didn't have the great power and numbers that she possessed today. Times were busy, as she showed her six new sisters around the Northspring area. A few times, they were in the tunnels, touring the karst. When they passed by Brynjars cell, Edana didn't stop. She gave a short, 'And there is the dragon that fell.', giving no detail of how he came to be where he was. A few of her nieces stopped to gawk at him. Aemeliana lingered only a moment, curious more on the 'how' as to the 'why', before moving on to catch back up to her aunt, no, her Queen. When things with the new sisters settled down, Edana returned to Brynjars cell. Her condor waddled up beside her, eager for a peek. Talon wasn't down here often. Being around hungry captives, never a smart idea for a large bird such as herself. Talon looked up at Edana, said nothing, and then made her retreat. Large feathers flapped and took off down the tunnel of caves. Edana stood there with no armor on, wondering how tasty her condor looked to the dragon. She wore the jewelry garb that was well known for the harpy kind. The crown of superiority on her brow. This is not the crown of a queen, but rather one worn by any harpy who chooses to. Edana needed no crown for her sisters to know she was queen. After a moment, and without speaking a word, Edana left again. She decided it wasn't time yet. The following week, she returned again. This time, without her condor, or any blood relatives in tow. She spared no time, and began to speak at him through the entrance to his cell. "I am Edana Hatetalon, Queen to all you see here. By now, you are weak, and tired of being in this cell. Your thoughts, to ones of escape, and vengeance!" she said the last part, with a rattle and roar in her throat. It sounded like words of anger. Edana could feel the palpable desperate desire of the dragon, and rather, fed off the emotion. She dug one front claw into the dirt slightly. "Those are not the answers you should be seeking, no matter how bitter sweet they might seem. Instead, ask yourself, how might you earn your release?" Without giving him a chance to attempt speech under his bound muzzle, she turned on her heel, and left without another glance. For days, he was provided no food, after Edanas visit. For a few days after, only water was supplied. The intentions were to weaken him, not to kill him. As long as it took, to see him weak, and struggling. On the final day, a sleeping powder was put in his water, enough to sleep two bearwalker. It seemed he wouldn't take to the powder at first. Once asleep, they could move him to the karst area, and loosen his ropes. The larger karst contained a beast more formidable than him. A second karst was built, to hold Brynjar. The cage did not have the stadium style the main one did. It would suffice though. The cage was double gated, so one might enter, without the possibility for his escape. The other three sides, surrounded by stone. This would be ideal, if Edana was ever to mate with him. Sleep Dragon, Sleep. the sleeping powder beckoned him.
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Posted: Sun Feb 14, 2016 8:55 am
 Though Brynjar didn’t want to seem weak, and though he didn’t want to eat their food ( rabbit could not sustain a dragon ), he did need water. And water was something he couldn’t survive without. At times he knocked the bowl away, bared his fangs, and flared his wings as high as he could with the weights pressing them down. And at other times he would ignore the water all together. But it reminded him of Indra; of the water dragon that held him close when he was a young foal and his father was snarling and spitting fire because he couldn’t tell them what he wanted. Being mute was hard when his father was so boisterous. But Indra had protected him; taken him in, cared for him. And made him strong. And water always reminded him of the purple dragon. So when the queen brought him water again, he stared at it for a long moment. Avoided it. Rose his claw to strike it down on several occasions. But he never made the mark; never let the water splatter the ground. Eventually, he wandered over to it, late at night when everyone was asleep. And as he drank the cool water, it hit him. He smelled it first, something strong, tasted it on his tongue. And it didn’t take him long before he staggered back and bared his teeth at no one in particular. His tail lashed behind him as he fought the drug. But it didn’t matter. Within moments he was dropping down onto the ground, eyes going black. And the last thing he saw was the queen coming toward him, a smirk on her features.
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When he awoke, he was in a pin much larger than the last one. He was able to stand, to stretch. The weights had been removed from his wings and the chains taken off his body. He was able to move. And that fact alone made him happy. He breathed out something close to a sigh, and moved quietly around the large cage, his wings folded comfortably along his sides. They ached terribly, and it took everything he had not to beat them hard and start attacking the bars. He moved toward them, inspected them, lifted a claw and knocked on them with quick and strong movements. There was no way he would be getting out of here by breaking out. Not if he didn’t want to severely harm himself.
The dragon paused near the gate, looking toward the other gate. Double. So he couldn’t get out. He huffed low in his throat and started to look around, tried to figure out a way to escape. If he could… If he could get out. If he could send a message to his father. They needed to have fire near him. But they’d learned that quickly. They had learned that leaving fire near Brynjar meant that he could manipulate it. Therefore, they stopped that quickly. He just had to get a sign to his father… He beat his tail against the ground, stirring up dust, and decided that he needed to at least try. He rammed the gate with his shoulder, flinching at the pain and backed up, his eyes flickering along the bars. The feathers on his head stood up, and he bared his fangs as one of the sisters wandered by and moved to inform the queen that the dragon was awake at last.
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Posted: Sat Jul 09, 2016 5:19 am
 Edana sat in the area she frequented when studying things of import. Before her lay a map of adjacent areas, with different colored markers on surrounding villages and tribes. The flock took great care to keep up fake appreances with a phony village that was set up at the base of their camp. If anyone wandered too close to their area, harpy skilled in the art of deceiving others, were there on hand to meet them. When other herds moved in to close, natural disasters were staged to get them to move away again. This way, they could maintain life the way they wanted, without much resistance from those that would disagree with their ways. Currently, there was one herd moving too close, that had been brought to Edana's attention. Aemeliana scheduled a meet with Edana later today, to discuss the next step.
As she sat there scrutinizing the map, her train of thought was broke by the sound of someone approaching. Edana went on alert, and waited to see who it was.
A guardsmare from the karst tunnels appeared, and bowed her head and knee. "My Queen, your dragon is awake." she said to Edana, with a flat voice, unmoving from her submissive position.
Edana stared through the mare with blank eyes. Eyes void of all emotion but the hate that lined them. Her newest pet would be starving by now, and need to be fed. For the intended purpose, she needed him healthy. However, she was not kind and just. This he needed to know. In order to be rewarded, he would need to show potential as a willing sire. She let the guard sit there a moment, while she made her decision. "Fire and char three quail. Push them through the bars without raising the gates." Quail were small enough to shove between rungs safely. Depending on his response, would depend on how often he could be fed. Three quail seemed hardly a big enough meal for a soquili of his size, but it would keep him from wasting away.
"Yes my Queen." the guard replied as Edana turned away from her, returning to thoughts of her maps.
A moment later, The Hatetalon Queen scoffed as she turned, seeing the guard still in her presence. Her eyes widened. The guard, fumbled over herself, and rushed away as she noted her queen was past finished with her presence in her study.
The intended plan would of been for the dragon to associate allowing food with the Queen. So he would know it was she that let him keep living. However, the matter at hand took precedence.
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The guard did just as the Queen commanded. The smell of the roast quail permeated the hall before they made it to their destination. Three juicy quail were slid on flimsy wood platters, between the bars of the prison cell. An ugly insult, Brynjar's dessert.
As it happened, the Queen didn't have time to visit the dragon just yet. Soon.
Each night, the three quail slid into his cell. Normally while he was sleeping, the plates from previous meals vanished, when close enough for guards to fish out.
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The Queen finished her strategies, and recalled the dragon a few days after. Obviously, she was in no rush to gift him with her presence. Now seemed like a fitting time to her. Edana stood outside his cage, mid-meal, silently waiting for him to notice her. The smell of the exotic oils she wore, mixing with the smell of the cooked birds. Today's fragrance of choice, the same fragrance she wore to the battle in which they captured the stallion before her. It had a spicy smell, with hints of clove.
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