On Wings of Death

May 28, 2010 01:14

"Are you sure he's fit to fly?"

The armored man ducked a swipe from the bone drake's tail, stepping back a ways to avoid any further retaliation. The drake's handler sighed, pulling on the reigns to calm the beast. "Yes, SHE is. And SHE doesn't like being disrespected. You'd do well to watch what you say."

The man scoffed at the warning but accepted the reigns regardless. He studied the drake as the handler left him, scrutinizing it's armor plating, studying the designs engraved on it's helmet. The drake, in turn, followed the man's movement cautiously, poised to strike at the first sign of treachery. But the man merely observed her.

"You're a fierce one, aren't you? I like that look in your eye." He met the drake's gaze calmly. "What's your name?"

Moments pass. No reply.

"Fierce AND quiet, then. That's fine." He tugged on the reigns a bit before climbing atop the saddle. "I'm Zanik. Zanik Benen. Enough talk, then." His gauntlets creaked as he gripped the reigns. The drake grunted, unfurling it's wings in preparation. "Let's fly."


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