Caged Dragon
a simple peice it is on my DeviantArt.
A girl sits. No more than 5'4 at most. Her hair is darkish falling in front of her face. Her eyes are the most beautiful shade of crystallized purple. Standing out in the contrast of her pale skin and her dark hair. However even this feature does not distract from what puts her behind bars.
No what puts her in this cage is not her eyes, nor her toned shapely body. It is not her body, the striking beauty of the face or body. Instead it is the wings. Dark purple blue wings, a line of scales trailing down her spine to continue to the dragons tail that curls around her. This striking amazing feature has caged her.
She peaks through the strands of hair. Only her wings and limbs curled around her provides her with any warmth as no clothes were provided her when she was thrown in this cage. Scares lining her body, Carefully placed it seems. The whip only ever hitting were it can be hidden. She fears the whip but accepts the crack of it against her flesh if ever she feels or hears it. Flinching if only a second before the whip hits her.
A freak show, oddity, demon spawn. She'd heard several names. None her own. None of them the name she had been gifted with or gifted herself with all those years ago. No one had ever called her that in centuries. Even now, she hears the mutters and shuffling of lazy feet as they pass by the large spacious cage, but cage no less. She was thin, even if she was toned. Provided the only scrap of cloth she had was a collar, which if ever she needed to go to the bathroom or bathe she was attached to a leash. Treated like an animal. No warmth from these people who had her in this cage. The dust shifting from the shuffling feet. She can smell it in the air.
Normally she would try to stand, play up to this role, Lately she had not even bothered to uncurl less it was to lay on the thatch of straw that was her bed. She didn't look to closely at any of the shadowy figured that passed her cage.
All but one. This night, the moon full and bright a man approached the cage, His appearance human to her human eyes. In but moments she saw the true form of his. The blue azure sheen of scales against the moonlight. The eyes a blue so pure thought only to the imagination. A blue only ever visible when the snow has just touched the earth and there is no human interaction to it yet. Perfection in a way.
His human form dissipating, yet it was evident he knew her. Her name, thats all he spoke to her, long after this place where the cage was held had closed. "my little flame...." The words were a form of her name. A name only he could call her.
She crawled forward, slowly at first, to long had she been curled up in that form. " Drathire?" She asked. Her voice rough, soft with its disuse. He nodded holding her cold hand in his own, separated by bars of a cage. "save me from this cage." She begged, now that she had found him there was no need to stay here. there was purpose to her life. Long passed due tears fell as the seemed to just melt away. She lost time as those tears fell and soon she was in his arms, under the moonlight and far from that cage. Far away.
To escape the cage her dream, to find her love? her most cherished desire. He had found her, freed her from her cage. Safe in his arms, she fled that place.
This was a story that came to me in a dream. A dream of a past life. It spoke to me last night as i tried to sleep. Perhaps it means that love is a strong enough answer, Perhaps not. I truly do not know. I only scribe what the dream was. Speak of it how you will, interpret how you will. However, keep in mind this couple, they are not the only ones caged.