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CHAPTER FIVE

The eerie silence that now hung over the dimly lit dungeon calmed Adilia's nerves. The blue passed out atop the purple across the room slept quite soundly. The purple had not moved as well, and it was only through carefully watching her that Adilia could see she was still alive by her breathing. Her stomach ached, and her throat burned. She could not remember the last meal she had eaten, and the soft rumbling within her told her it had been quite a while.

The sounds and smells of meat hit her nose, and she quickly located the source, her nostrils twitching as she looked into the cage beside her to see the male, Mahkah appearing to be feasting on something that she could not see. Her head furrowed, eyes narrowing, torn between begging for food from the male or ignoring him completely. He had called her his! A gruff snarl left as she recalled how casually he had claimed her.

Her noise caught the ears of the male, whom glanced toward her, his lips showing a little bit of blood. His tongue flicked out, claiming the liquid and leaving his lips cleaned.

"Do you feel better?" He asked her, in his deep rumbling voice.

"I will live." She replied, haughtily. He cocked his head to the side a bit.

"That is never guaranteed in this place." He cautioned her. He glanced down a moment and then picked something up at his feet and hobbled on three legs holding something out toward her by the bars. "Are you hungry?"

She glanced over the carcass he held, unsure of what it was, she wrinkled her nose. "What is that?"

"I believe the humans call it a cow." He replied, "The winners of fights get to eat, it is the only time here there will be food. You should not be picky..."

"I am not being picky!" She said snorting at him. "I just don't..."

She let her voice fade off and looked away. The male frowned, and placed the carcass on the floor by the bars nearest her.

"You think I am a monster?" He asked, softly. There was a tinge of hurt and guilt in his voice. "Sometimes I am not sure if I am a monster or not myself..."

His words, and the emotion within them caught her offguard. But she did not have much time to reflect on them, for loud noises caught both their attention from the hall. Humans were nearing. He withdrew from the cage wall near her eyeing the humans as they came into view carrying the devices he knew only too well. He hissed loudly retreating as they laughed at him. They were not interested in Mahkah however, they paused beside Adilia's cage.

Mahkah watched worriedly as they lifted the devices and cringed knowing what was coming. Adilia was confused by his reactions, but she recognized the devices as the ones that they had used before, when she had been angering the black. She rose, despite the sharp pain in her rear legs and aggressively snarled. Fin raised high, and lighting the glow of her eyes to try and frighten the humans whom seemed unfazed by the display. But in the back of her mind she was poised, knowing the loud sound would bring something that caused her to black out. The sound came, and she leapt. The darts hit the wall where she had been harmlessly falling to the ground and the humans let out sharp angry calls.

"Fuck she's fast!" One said, as he fumble to reload.

"God damnit I hate dragons." The other said as he reloaded. Once they both reloaded they fired again. Adilia watched them the whole time, leaping again when she heard the sound, again the darts missed. She snarled triumphantly at them, mocking them as she lunged at the bars when they were reloading. Mahnah watched quietly knowing she would neither win this, nor would she listen to him. When she lunged one of the humans jumped back dropping his gun with a loud clang. The other took the opportunity to quickly raise his gun and fire off another shot at the up close dragon. This time he didn't miss, and Adilia was struck in the neck. The dart pierced her scales and send a sudden sharp pang into her as it sank in. Retreating she shook her head and brought her front paw up to rip the dart out.

"Don't be so jumpy." The one who fired the shot said to his friend. "I got her, now get her again!"

Adilia's body was quickly betraying her. Her chest was feeling heavy and her sight was slowly darkening. Her body was responding sluggishly, she lurched to the left and right trying to stay standing. Another bang rang out, and a sharp pain hit her side. The tiny dart slamming into the woozy dragoness was enough to send her sprawling to the side, heaving her heavy chest trying desperately to regain control of her own body.

Adilia's mind was fighting violently to stay in control; she wanted to be awake when the beast entered the cage. She knew they had to enter, to have moved her. If she could just stay awake she would be able to fight them, kill the humans, and escape from the open door. Her vision blacked out, just as she heard another bang. Her battle lost before she could feel the pain of the third dart, she slipped into unconsciousness.

CHAPTER SIX

Addy frolicked in the forest, dancing around giggling. Her wings outstretched as she frantically beat them. She was but a year old, and today she was going to learn how to fly! Daddy had promised. So she ran around practicing, leaping up and flapping hard but ineffectively falling back to the ground each time, though she did manage to stay aloft a few moments.

Daddy! She remembered now, the voice... the shadowy figure... it was her daddy!

The sudden realization that both she was dreaming and who the mysterious figure was in her previous dreams jolted her awake, perhaps much sooner then the humans had expected. Her head moved first, eyes opening, foggy bright light flooded her vision. She saw figures hazily. Her senses were slow to report in. Around her the humans scrambled.

"She is awake!" Someone shouted, "Get back, flee!"

The voices ripped the dragoness to full consciousness. She did not understand the words, but she knew the speakers were humans. Her eyes blinked, the haze faded, her head shot up looking for the humans she would kill any she caught in range. Where she was sank into her quickly. She was back in the arena, the red ground and open sky greeted her. Out of the corner of her eye she saw the last human slip through a door that was promptly shut. She growled, but quickly moved from the thought of revenge to the thought of escape. Frantically she leapt up and went to spread her wings to soar out of the open roof and into the waiting sky.

She leapt, but she did not fly. Her wings were chained and she fell back to the ground hitting with her chest and tumbling over in a writhing surprised mass. She ended up on her side, heaving for breath that was knocked out of her on her landing. Slowly she took stock of her situation. One of her wings was chained in the down position to her side, the other was half chained. The top half was chained but the chains hang loosely unfettered. The chains themselves were large rings that were fitted around her wing muscles in several places. The chain was then wrapped around her body several times, fitted into these rings, and pulled taunt locked into the last ring.

The humans had also fitted a ring through her nose that had pierced the nasal walls and was very sore. She snorted loudly, blood flecking from the new wound, but remained on her side for the moment not moving to get up. She watched, looking at the arena, she saw now it was a stadium, the humans watched from seats that went all the way around. Thousands of humans could fit into this building.

This was no torture, they were using them for some sick human sport. There were two dark glass boxes at either end of the stadium, and lining the top were more humans with the devices they had used on her earlier, dart guns. She had no escape. Had her wings been free she would have had to fly past a dozen or more of them and avoid their long range weapons to escape, a feat she was not sure she could do.

A grating caught her attention, her head shifted along the red dirt to see one of the gates opening. She scrambled to her feet awkwardly scared now that another male was going to be released on her. She backed away, ears low and fin back. But all that fear turned into instant anger as instead of a dragon a mounted human sauntered through the opening that closed quickly behind him. He held a chain which dragged behind it a cage 10 feet tall by 10 feet wide that was covered by a white sheet.

She did not need any encouragement to go for the human, she ran at him head on jaws wide meaning to snap him in half with one bite, but she was floored suddenly and unexpectedly by a sudden paralyzing of her whole form in sharp biting pain. She lost her foot, tumbled and skidded into a dusty stop sending the reddened dirt everywhere, marring the white sheet, and dirtying the rider. The rider dropped the chain he held, leaving the cage sitting still behind him.

A sharp mocking laugh came from the rider, as his dark steed was edged closer to the fallen dragon whom shook involuntarily on the ground before him. The man was tall, he appeared human. Dark skin, long straight hair, and a goatee made him look as sinister as the black demon steed he rode. He was at least 6 ½ feet tall, wearing a suit and gloves. His eyes hidden behind sunglasses, he considered the shaking mass before him with a mocking frown. Pausing before the fallen dragoness he shook his head, and called out in a language she did understand.

"Dragon, from hence forth you are under my training." He said, , bringing a hand to push the glasses down his nose a bit so he could peer over them at her. His eyes were red with a tiny slit of a pupil focused intently upon her. "The ring we have placed on you is a very effective control device. I suggest you do not test its limits, or my patience."

He turned the dark steed away from her, walking it back toward the covered cage. The pain subsided from her, and she regain control of her body once more which she used to scramble to her feet and back from the human and his box with a loud hiss.

"Who do you think y-" She started, cut off by another bout of severe pain that dazed her vision out. The demon steed reared up, its powerful head high as it wheeled about on two legs and came down hard onto the red dirt, sending tufts of it flying away. Smoke ebbed from its nostrils as its milky white gaze watched the dragon, emotionless.

"Do not speak, beast. You are but an animal I must train. Nothing more, nothing less. Animals do not speak, and neither do you." He growled at her.

Adilia's pain subsided, but she was thrown off by a humanoid that was less then one third her size telling her what to do so forcefully. Thrown odd by this creatures gall. She drew back with a snarl, unsure, her nose burning as blood dribbled down the ring and pooled at its bottom sending thick drips to the already reddened ground. Steed and rider moved closer, step by slow methodical step toward her. And she warned them holding her ground with a snarl that bared her teeth.

"Good." He called, with a smirk. "Hate me, I want you to hate me."

She growled, lunging forward at the snide creature, front claws arching down to kill him and his ugly leathery skinned black steed. She no sooner made the thought and movement then she get floored again, knocked to the ground in pained seizures that ripped all thoughts from her brain. The steed danced backwards a few steps as she feel, his head lifted, ears preened forward snorting almost irritably.

"Yes Seo, she is hardheaded." The rider said, soothingly to the steed as he patted the side of its neck. Once again Adilia regained her senses, and much more slowly this time, regained her footing. She eyed the stranger with disdain, but did not attack again.. "Now, female, I suggest you learn to compose yourself. Hate me all you wish, but you will respect me." To that she growled, "Or fear me. Either will work."

He shrugged, turning the dark steed away from here and moving once more toward the covered cage. "I have it under good authority, you have eaten nothing since your arrival here. But tame animals must work for their food."

He reached forward once nearing the cage and grabbed a corner of the sheet. The steed whirled around and the sheet was pulled away and released to fall to the ground at the dark steed's hooves. Within the cage was a huge feline creature. It had the body shape of a lion but was a good 8' tall. The creature was heavily built, with long front canine teeth, and sharp yellow eyes. Adilia narrowed her eyes on the cat confused, dragons did not prey on predators usually. At least not as a food source.

"This is your meal female." The human said with a chuckle, as he drew his steed behind the cage, where a small pin held the front door closed. He reached up and pulled it, letting the front gate fall open. "Dinner is served."

The gate behind him opened and he turned and trotted the steed and himself through it, to safety as the huge angry hungry cat leapt free from its confines with a angry growl. It stayed still a moment before retreating from the much larger dragon, edging nearby the gate that had brought it into the arena. Adilia moved to a sit, watching the potentially dangerous creature across from her, but she was certainly not going to kill an innocent creature trapped in a cage as prey. There was a difference between a true hunt and a canned hunt. She would starve first.

"Come dragon, kill the cat." The voice of the man on the steed ordered, but his voice was much louder, and came from several directions courtesy of sounds system setup around the arena. She growled, glancing around trying to find the stranger whom ordered her. But she defied him. Remaining seated as the cat crouched warily by the far gate. "Fine little dragon, if you will not play willingly, then we will make you."

She saw movement from the corner of her eye and turned to see the humans on the top aiming their guns at her. She hissed, and drew back but she was out in the open here, and a moment later the bangs were heard. One, two, three. She was hit, by two of the three. The third hit the cat, whom yowled and whirled around repeatedly trying to attack the source of the pain, a dart stuck in its haunches.

Adilia paused, waiting for the sleepiness to occur, but as the minutes passed she did not feel sleepy. Instead her senses grew more acute, she could smell the cats fear, she could smell the humans sweat. Hear every huffed breath and foot pad of the cat, and... began to grow angry. Without reason, she began to pace, and growl, trying to hold herself back, when she kept thinking about ripping the cat to shreds. The thoughts haunted her. Why? Why could she not stop thinking about killing it? As she paced she grew more tense, her limbs shaking as she walked, her nostrils flaring widely. Her hunger grew loud, there was meat all she had to do was kill it. NO!

She would fight this, this... madness. Another series of bangs. More darts hit her, and she went berserk rearing up and roaring at the humans. Threatening them with the slowest painful death they could imagine, some of them recoiled. Then another sound caught her ears, the loin growling. She turned toward it quickly, on all fours crouching eye it with an involuntary dribbling of drool from her maw, nose close to the ground. The thoughts of its taste, of the pain in her belly ebbing away as she sank her fangs into its bloody flesh consumed her.

The cat was watching her, it had crept forth past its former holding cage, and was eyeing the dragoness like she was the source of his torment. She growled at it. It growled at her, two darts hanging from its hide. She charged, stopping a few yards away and snarled angrily. It charged, and did not stop. Realizing it was not stopping she moved to leap away from its attack, but the cat was far more agile then she expected. It went airborne and landed on her muzzle sinking its teeth in an eyecrest and gripping its claws into her scales harmlessly.

The cat weighed several tons, and the force of the impact sent her head hard into the ground. Her front paws reached up and gripped the cat, her claws raking into its flesh as she sent the beast careening away from her into the cage that once held it. The cat shrieked in agony as the dragons claws ripped flesh and muscle leaving gaping wounds in their path. As it landed it struggled to get up, mortally wounded.

Adilia would not be stopped now, the drugs coursing through her put her over the edge as the cats minor wound to her eyecrest sent blood over her left eye, tainting the color. She pounced on the cat, and shredded the beast with tooth and claw. The cats agonized cries fell on crazed ears like music as she ate it alive piece by piece until it was completely gone. Bloodied bits of fur and meat covered her claws, maw, and chest.