Moonspear and all the people in a dream wait for the machine

Vela was pretty battered and bruised by the rough and tumble from being dragged by this male. The female was so relieved that her screams for help had summoned Drogon. The speckled teenager squeaked as she saw him charge at her attacker. The moment she felt the grip on her loosen she scrambled away. Vela didn't notice that her fur was stained red. She only had minor wounds, mostly because she fought back and not went along with him. What was she to do if the other had such a grip on her?

Vela made sure to stay clear of the fight. She wanted to flee to higher grounds. But the female didn't want to leave Drogon with this male but she didn't want to be grabbed again. Vela took some more distance not to make it any more difficult for Drogon. However, she did want to study what the male was doing. Her heart kept beating frantically. Her muscles tense and ready to bolt when needed. Adrenaline rushed through her, so much so that no pain was felt. She didn't even notice that she was bleeding from her scruff and was missing a few plucks of fur. She was quiet now. She was freed and did not want to draw the kidnappers attention to her again. Legs trembling in a mix of fear and thrill.