Northstar Vale [m] Once Upon a Dream

She seemed capable of withstanding the poison that he spewed at her. Had he not been confronted with a whole array of different feelings, Raheerah probably would have felt guilt at his accusations. But that feeling was lost among all the others, aroused briefly before it was quelled by all of his anger. If there was anything behind the words that she spoke, it was sincerity. He recognized it, but her gentle voice, the soothing chords that so usually caused his heart to ease itself, only served to infuriate him further. If she'd wanted to remain by his side, she wouldn't have left. She had gone for a reason and now she was blatantly lying to him.

Her claims would not matter. Nothing would matter; he had a solution. Born not of tact, but instinct; he parted his jaws and uttered a resentful "Wee will seee." followed by the choleric thunder of a snarl. The beast no longer functioned on rationality. He should have stepped back and considered her words, considered her condition; he could have examined her as she offered, and trusted in her. But he didn't. He didn't trust her, he hated the male that he smelled, he wanted back what he felt had been taken from him.

The dragon wasted no time lunging for her, reaching her side and arching his neck to grab a hold of her spine between his teeth. He was heedless for her, uncaring of whether his teeth would puncture her skin. His intention was only to hold her in place, not to injure her - but if it happened, so be it. Let it serve as a reminder. At the time his jaws aimed to meet her spine, his front leg hooked over her back, so that he would hold her between his forelimbs while still standing perpendicular to her body, to ensure that he would have her in his grasp, to warn her not to escape from him.