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"That's it, keep her tethered!"

The voice was merciless and sadistic, speaking words she couldn't understand. She growled and yanked her head back and forth, sending one of the two legged flesh creatures flying. Her reward was a spear in the neck. She let out a high pitched roar that was beyond their hearing, but the furry animals that had been barking at her cowered and fled back to their huts. She let herself be chained again, knowing the worst was to come.

She had been the prisoner of these flesh creatures for a few months now. Though they only employed weak material to bind her, they also bound her efforts with force of weaponry; sharp pointed metal that bit into her flesh kept her from cutting herself free. They watched her at all times, leaving her unable to loose herself from these shackles they now kept her in.

Though she fought fiercely whenever they approached, her body was still the worse for wear. She was missing a leg, and her right hand was short two fingers. Her tail had chunks removed from it, and now she had a gaping stab wound in her neck. Her bluish blood flowed from it like a river, and she could already feel herself becoming fainter. She cursed the creatures as her hearts slowly began to stop beating, and she fell to the ground in a crumpled heap. The last she hears is the scoffing of the creatures as they rebind her corpse.

It was the same routine, day in and day out, for weeks, and months.

She felt the breath come back to her lungs, as her hearts beat rapidly, signaling her rebirth. The one who had been guarding her that night watched in amazement as she rose from the dead, her body reshaping and reforming. Seconds later, and she hardly resembled the mangled cadaver she had recently been. He called to his brethren, and they were up and about almost immediately, hungry looks in their eyes. She closed her own, avoiding their gaze.

She was a gold mine to them. And endless supply of food. No matter what they did to her, she would always come back, always reform, and with her bound, there was naught that she could do to save herself. They approached her with their knives and spears, making careful steady steps so as to stay out of range of her newly formed claws and tail.

She let a snarl escape her lips, and the creatures unleashed their beasts, barking and biting at her flesh. She killed one immediately with the snap of her jaws, closing and breaking it's neck. The other met it's end when her claws found it's intestinal tract, digging deep and yanking out. The other two that had been with them had managed to get on top of her, though, and she was soon pinned between the animals and their weapons.

And thus, the cycle began anew, relentless and unforgiving, her pain growing with every resistance, her rebirth leaving less and less of her soul behind, her emotions deadened from what they had once been in just these few short months in her endless life.

It was during one of these many cycles that she experienced rebirth once more in the night cycle of this planet. Through much 'practice' she had learned to contain her first breath after returning to life, thus hiding her livelihood from the one watching her.

She carefully and slowly opened one eye, and noticed the foolish creature had fallen asleep in the night from the cold air. During this time she had also learned to slow her regenerative process, though it tired her to restrict it. She took no time, then, in quietly nibbling through the tethers on her body. Once they were snapped, she made the effort to slip the pieces of material under her hands and paws.

Once her trap was set, she stopped slowing her regeneration, and let out an exaggerated breath, as though she had just awoken from death's slumber.

The creature, as she predicted, woke with a start, and called his allies to his side, ready to confront the big, bad dragoness once more. She growled and snarled at them, but the corners of her mouth were upturned. The creatures were unsettled, but came down upon her as they always had before.

The first one became her meal.

He screamed as she ripped at his arm, tossing him, without it, over a hut. His blood sprayed red over the area from the stump as he flew, and the others fled in terror. Or at least, she had thought they had.

She heard the familiar booming sounds of barking, and knew they had released the two furry creatures from the last time. She was ready for them, this time, and they could sense it. They didn't charge upon her immediately, and she was able to take a stance, her tail whipping back and forth, daring them to get closer. It was all that was needed, as she stared them down, for them to charge. She snapped the first one like the mastiff before it, killing it instantly, and took care of the second one with a whipping motion from her tail, snapping it's spine with a heavy crack to it's back.

The two legged creatures were now truly terrified, and fled from her, but she would not have it. She gave chase to them, watching them stumble in hardened snow, almost laughing at their cowardly retreat, pouncing the first one and biting his neck, turning her head sharply, and hearing the satisfying crack of his neck. The other two, seeing their brother fall, fled as fast as their legs could carry them.

She tested her wings, beating the front pair in opposition to the back pair. She was pleased to see them working so well. She went off at a run after them, and took to the sky, hunting her prey with a hungry gleam in the black and teal eyes. The first one, the slower of the two, broke off from his friend, and fled down into a valley, taking a rocky slope as his escape route. She really did laugh this time, her voice unheard to any around her, as she marveled at the stupidity of the creature. It was high and mighty when it's prey could not move, but once he himself was hunted, his intelligence was only as far as he could throw her.

Instead of tearing him apart, or breaking his limbs, she instead picked rocks from the slope, swooping down and smashing it into his legs, arms, and torso, purposely avoiding his head. He would stumble and scream, and tumble and fall. She waited until he had finally fallen and smashed his own head to drop down next to him, putting the rock she had in her hands on top of his head, and pushing down on it, effectively squeezing it until it was flat. Satisfied, she went to seek out the other.

She held a personal vendetta against the self proclaimed leader, who seemed to order the others around. It didn't take long for her to find him hiding in a cave in the side of a hill, taking cover from her wrath. She could smell his sweat, his fear, the blood of his comrade smeared across his body. The light of the moon reflected off the rock walls, lightly illuminating his features, and, most importantly, what he was wearing. It was part of the reason she could track him so easy.

It isn't hard to smell your own scent.

Across his body was her very own pelt, skinned from her while she was alive. He took no mercy as he did it, either, making sure she was watching the entire time the he did it, as though to prove his authority to her as well as the rest of his tribe.

Now the roles were reversed.

He was her prisoner.

Her grin from earlier spread across her face as she approached him, begging and pleading for forgiveness in a language she was glad she couldn't understand. It would do him no good anyways.

His screams filled the hills, a sickly tearing sound could be heard from within the cave.

Eventually, the screams stopped. And she emerged from the cave, with a pelt of her own. Tossing it aside, useless to her, she roared her dominance to this world, and turned back into the cave, to toss out the garbage she had left inside.

Two years had passed. Hardly a blink to her. She awoke to a dawn, having slept to see if dreams would accompany her this time. Sleeping, though, was not like death, and the visions that interlaced her memories and thoughts during death did not follow through to her dreams. She was disappointed in it, but she was not unhappy to be alive again for longer than a week.

She noticed how crisp the air was beginning to get, and lamented for the loss of the cool air, though she couldn't say that she did not welcome the coming of the sun.

The terraformation of this planet was odd to her. Never had she came across one that was covered in ice, only to shift into something more temperate in such a short time. Perhaps she had missed most of this season, and it would come again someday.

She sniffed the air, looking over the landscape. The fresh scents that were cropping up were different and unusual to her, accustomed to only the void of space. She noticed that as the years had gone by, more and more green(yellow to her vision) life began sprouting from the ground, and some even budded off into far more colorful creations of nature whose scent tickled her nose and enticed smaller, fuzzy animals to come out from hiding and nibble upon their bases.

It wasn't long, though, before her nose picked up on a scent very different from any of the creatures she had seen thus far on this plain. Her curiosity got the best of her, over the caution she would have had two years ago, as she took to the sky, her wings kicking up powdered snow and making the patches of yellow plants flutter in the gust.

The scent got stronger as she followed it, and her four wings beat out a faster tempo, and her speed increased. The scent reminded her of herself, though distinctly different in many ways. Could there be someone or something like her out there?

Her quarry dipped his head, noting her oncoming presence. He had known of her for some time, almost since she had arrived. He had meant to come upon the now destroyed camp and take her away from the humans. But it seemed that she had long since left before he found her last resting place. Her scent confused him, as there remained dead flesh and meat that he found within one of the huts; It smelled strongly of her scent as well.

He was regretful when he saw the dead components of the dragoness who once lay in the piles of rope outside. But when he came across her scent in the saliva on the dead human in the camp, how it was fresher than the flesh within the huts, his mind jumbled in finding an explanation for this conundrum. Unless the dragoness he sought had a twin, it would mean that she had come back from the dead. And from the look of the camp, it seemed she rose with a vengeance.

He knew that he himself wasn't easily disposed of, at least, it was so when he still had his heart. Only those of a far more divine line had the power to remain even in the face of death. But he knew of no others that had this scent.

He had given up trying to find her when the new growth on this planet sprouted, flooding his senses with the smell of flowers and trees and the grass. But now, two years from that time, the aroma began to die down as he got more and more used to it, and he caught the scent of that female once again.

But instead of going to seek her out, he decided he would let her come to him. He knew she would. Her scent, while the delicate tinge of a female, also hinted at a boldness in her. She was not afraid, nor disinclined, to approach anyone or anything even in the comfort of it's domain. And so he waited.

Her wings beat at the air quickly, leaving waving lines of light in the sky behind her as her speed increased. It wasn't until the scent began to fade that she slowed down and reassessed her heading. She had just passed a mountain range off to the east, and it was after that that the scent began to fade. Perhaps the one she was looking for was there?

She circled one more time, then flew off towards the mountain, longing to quell her curiosity. But as she grew closer, a note of unease filled her body, and she slowed and landed short of the mountain pass. Her caution returned, and she weighed whether she wanted a similar scenario as with the fleshy creatures of before. Her curious nature convinced her of her immortality, but her weary half demoted the idea with the pain she had endured. In the end, she regretfully turned away, leaving behind the chance for discovery, not knowing if she would ever come to see who it was at the end of the trail.

And he sensed her leave. He dipped his head once more, sadly.

Five years passed since that day. She still had not gone to greet the owner of the scent. But with the passing years, the flora and plant life sprung up in abundance, leaving the once snowy landscape as a now decorated canvas, with an array of reds and yellows, greens and blacks, blues and oranges. It was so beautiful to her. Though a part of her longed to return to the cold, quiet peace of the stars, this place tugged at her heart strings, binding her to it's natural majesty.

The sound of creatures filled the air greater with each passing year, and it was during her sixth year on this planet that she took the great delight in discovering other creatures that flew like her, though smaller and feathered. They sang with voices she longed to mimic, her own too loud and powerful to be heard by any other creature other than the most sensitive of hearing. But she enjoyed their company nonetheless.

It was during a day such as this that her flight was interrupted by a drop in pressure. She tumbled in the air, before regaining her equilibrium, and righting herself. However, she found it harder to keep herself up. Looking down upon the earth beneath her, she noticed the cause of her descent; A body of water in the middle of the trees that had sprouted four years back.

It must have been frozen over, she thought to herself. But she rejoiced regardless. She had always seen ice in her long life, but never had she managed to come across that ice liquefied. At least, not in such a large quantity.

She grinned deviously, and made her dive towards the water, her eyes closing just before impact as she came in contact with the icy depths. The cold surprised her, but so did the warmth that the top layer had. This lake had to have been fresh, and yet already it's warmth was starting to spread. No wonder these trees had begun to take root. She felt what little filth that had came upon her over the years lift away as though it was nothing, leaving her feeling refreshed and renewed, the entirety of the lake wholly unaffected by her dip. She opened her maw underwater, and let it flow inside, tasting the crisp, crystal liquid upon her tongue. It was so wonderful that she almost cried, if she had had any tear ducts to weep from.

Her activity was halted when her senses cried out warning to her. She was not alone in this pool.

And he knew she could sense him. He, too, had taken the time to take part in the wonderful creation of this lake, taking in it's fresh waters, and letting it revitalize his mind and body. Though his lungs burned from his length of time beneath the water, he approached her slowly, letting her see him and feel his presence long before he came within range of her.

She caught sight of him, and her fur would have stood had it not been drenched. The sight of him alarmed her, as he was much larger than she, dark in color, and bright of eye. And yet, she could sense no malcontent for her in his gait. She swam to him slowly, and he approached slowly as well. Her nose touched to his before she drew back in alarm, the male before her fanning out his wings, and flapping them in a motion that sent her swirling in the water. He burst from the surface of the lake, and she heard the sound of air rushing into lungs, the sound only familiar to her as she performed it only when speaking or returning to life.

But the action was enough to frighten her, though not so much from the action itself, but from the combination of his movement with his largesse. She swam to the bottom, where she found a place to remain hidden, knowing her fur matched the color of the water.

And the camouflage was effective. He couldn't find her, and lamented his loss at having failed taking on her trust. Again, he would have to wait.