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Chapter 7

Hello Silence.

We meet again.

This time bitch, I made sure I won't hear every word of your constant nagging.

Making noise won't be of use.

You(I) reek of the fool(him), you(I) are covered in the idiot's(his) stinky blood. Isn't the smell familiar? You(I) should have killed(cared for) him. He was so close...

(So close...)

"Silence!" she roared, voice rebounding only within her skull, rumbling like an explosion

Iris retched, with a powerful jerk of her body she threw herself into the corner, jumping from a sitting position to a prone. Upper body and head lifted only on a pair of shaking, front legs.

She retched once more, with the squawk, that many would never want to have anything to do with, her mouth opened widely, she could almost hear the barely audible, soft cracking of scales around her mouth.

Another retch, her nose was so close to the cold, dirty tiles of her cell that she could smell the faint, stale scent of rat's droppings.

It was enough.

The next retch wasn't an empty one, as her mouth parted open a stinky, orange with trails of red and sticky wave of vomit burst from her mouth. A combination of stomach bile, blood she recently tasted and soup she ate.

The sharp scent of vomit pushed her into a fit of coughing, during which came another retch and another wave, smaller this time and more sticky than the previous one.

When it was over she started to cough horribly, mouth constantly parting widely, squawking with each pulse of the throat. A long line of reddish saliva dangled from her lower lip, put into motion with each pant and cough.

The vomiting sucked out all the remaining strength, she literally spit all of it on the floor. The only thing that kept her from falling nose first into the stinky puddle was her stubbornness and sense of pride, no matter how injured it was currently.

There was absolutely no chance she will allow those fuckers to see her drown in her own fucking vomit.

She built enough power to jerk her risen part of the body to the side with a squeaky groan. With no strength to support her she smacked onto the cold floor like wet clothes. Teeth rattled in her mouth as her chin hit the ground, she simply didn't care about the pain. Just like right now she didn't care about the sticky, disgusting drool stuck to her jaw.

It was hardly to focus on anything actually, for that she was grateful. Not even Silence with its corruptive and worth of fucking shit grip could reach here.

It was only temporary, but still worth it.

How many times does she need to explain to every shit eating idiot that she is not supposed to be touched. Those not worth even the pity of their whore mothers tried to drag her out of the room without the medallion. They failed as losers do, the medallion is here, safely tucked in the corner, away from dirt, vomit and smell.

Silence was one such loser.

Her world was spinning wildly, there were no forms, only colors and even those were blurred and mixed with each other that it was impossible to tell their exact hue. She blinked many times, her eyelids were moving slowly as if she would have to unglue them whenever they reached the bottom. Blinking didn't make the blur go away, in fact it intensified it, making the colors twirl chaotically, she could hear them humming as they moved.

Her head was empty, save for that humming sound so similar to a building up tide.

The nauseating vertigo was unbearable, she felt like she would be paralyzed. Not to mention the shakes, she was quivering so badly from the sudden cold that it was embarrassing to call herself an ice dragoness.

She would call her situation pitiful, not even worth a mercy kill. Pitiful as the worthless piece of shit that calls itself her uncle.

She would call it pitiful, oh yes she would.

Only if not for the fact that she liked the misery.

Backstabbing, murdering bitches always get what they deserve.

Her stomach rumbled, a shy burp escaped her throat, after which all she wanted to do was to throw up again. Instead of spitting things out, she swallowed. The disgusting combination of taste was sent down her throat. She winced, the spinning world slowed down, the horrible taste woke her up a little.

As she laid on the cold, dirty stone tiles of her cell thoughts about the withered cat, Puss...Amela found their way to her empty mind. Quickly becoming numb and incoherent as the rest of whatever was inside, calling that mass thoughts would be a lie.

Those new ideas shone brightly at the begging, it was enough for her starving neurons to feed on them, tendrils instantly grabbed the thoughts in a tight embrace.

What if she is right?

The cat warned her about the consequences if she would overstep the delicate boundary of recovery. Elemental energy is the dragon's life force, this is the strength they need to function properly and she was just getting her own back. The cat said that her body was filling the cracks that appeared during her illness, spending that energy would only cause her to deteriorate, reaching a near comatose state. Like sucking all the air out of a balloon she said, the balloon would still be there, but worthless and wrinkled.

Like she is now.

What if she was right?

Like hell she was, the cat knows her job, that is all that reeking furry rag is capable of. Next time she tries her intelligent speech she will keep her promises of shoving those arms up the cat's dry cunt.

How about that?

You like it Silence?

This is what happens when you don't get in the way.

I'm entirely myself.

Not even the tip of her tail bounced to cheer this revelation.

Her head moved, unintentionally really, she didn't really knew what pushed her to do so, even if she would know chances are minimal that she would care. Her attention followed her head as quickly as the shifting, humming colors followed her sight.

And that was as fast as understanding flows through that burning idiot's skull.

He's so frail.

I will break(protect) him.

She blinked, again, who knows just how many times her eyes have fluttered already. The swirling colors surprisingly took on a vertical, silvery form. Only after one hundred difficult blinks later she recognized the silhouette.

Bars of a cell.

Why hello there friends, finally decided to join the party? Why the long faces? Aren't you happy to see me?

"We never left" the bar on the right said and as it metallic mouth moved sound of breaking steel vibrated all around.

Those were the tones of defeat.

"We always surround you" the left pole spoke, mouth twisted horrifically, noise of a turning, rusted wheel of a torturer's rack creaked around the cell.

Those were the tones of abuse.

"You got so used to us that you no longer see us" two in the middle joined, shrill noise of bending pipes whizzed along the cold stones

Those were the tones of mockery and ruin.

She cocked her head, in between the bars were empty spaces, it was so colorful and familiar in between them. So delightfully familiar.

She crawled forward, extending her front paw as far as it would go with each tiny slide. The wonderful light seemed to want to feel her touch, bright tendrils stretched in her direction, dangling just inches away from her pointy claw tips.

"This is lost, beyond your reach" all bars said in unison, their combined voices a chorus of working gears

"I've been inside you" she stretched further, claws trying to grab the constantly slipping away tongues of light

"Like many have been inside you!" the metallic poles screeched, they started to twirl around. Prolonged and echoing noise of cutting through the air sword resounded in the prison

"I want to be there again"

"Oh princess" one of the dancing bars moaned, rumbling like fire from a blacksmith's furnace, each word it spoke started to appear on its long surface.

"If your determination is as tightly narrowed as you are I gladly join your cause" each word in the color of a deeply advanced rust, looking like dried blood

"Fuck you all" she hissed, not stopping her advance

"And fucked we did! Yes we did! We've been in you many, many times!" the quickly twirling two middle bars laughed happily. Never ending snapping sound of metal ringed all around, their mouths started to drool, lines of silvery saliva like that of melting steel.

It smelled like draconic seed.

She hesitated, the light pushed forward, wrapping itself around her extended leg, tugging her in its direction. She didn't move, she concentrated on the dancing bars, wanting nothing more but to break them apart.

The bars noticed her hesitation, they all started to laugh, sound resembling the clinging sound of a pile of screws hitting the ground.

Suddenly they started to bounce off one another, rumbling like bells.

In between the rings she could hear the rough, slapping sound of scales smacking on scales.

"Whore!" the dancing bars sung, smashing against each other relentlessly

"We pounded your cunt! Oh yes we did! We all did! That's what we always wanted! Heritage was of no importance! Everything that you needed to convince us was found under your tail! You always have it! Oh yes, yes you do! We always only wanted your sweet, tasty slit, wanted to suck your fat snatch, fuck that twat like the cum dumpster it is! Suck and fuck! Fuck and suck!"

"Whore!" the left and right bar cried out, their voices screeching like a blade on a grindstone

"Fuck and suck!" the banging intensified as the two middle bars sung "Suck and fuck! Fuck and suck! Suck and fuck!"

"SLUT!" all four bars cried out, their voices shrill like the sound of sharpening dagger

In between the tones she heard the roars of climaxing males.

She was close enough to reach one of the twirling bars and she would do just that, she had enough of listening to the taunts of those motherfuckers. She would do that, perhaps even more if she wouldn't feel the colorful tendrils wrapping themselves around her paw.

The light shone on her with all of its bright intensity. There was peace, respect and many other feelings radiating from it, feelings she no longer how to name. All of them had that pleasant energy however, something she couldn't ignore.

Loss and excitement intertwined tightly with each other.

"You cocksuckers can only slice a portion of the cake, you will never have the rest" and with those words that only her cell could hear she allowed herself to be pulled by the light.

The bars momentarily ceased their ritual, straightening up to their natural positions. Thickening, filling the spaces between them, cutting off the rays of the light.

"Within you are who you are" shy voice in the tone of a claw scratching along silver whizzed around

The bars no longer had mouths.

"Beyond no longer exist"

"Liars" her paw reached in between the bars, their girth seemed to surprisingly shrunk

Her head followed soon after, forehead stopped on the metallic poles, but her nose went exactly where her paw did.

It was embraced by the light, it smelled and felt of things she no longer remembered names for. It was good to be here, the colorful light seemed to share her enthusiasm as it swirled enchantingly. Dashes of every color of the rainbow cut through her sight like the most friendly of whips.

It was warm in the light, not like being next to a fire. This was a different kind of warmth, sparks of which she sometimes felt by touching the medallion. Only sparks, because the thing locked in her chest is shattered and encased in a thick brick of ice. Vibrating as often as an earthquake shakes the earth.

She couldn't see past the light, not because it was too bright. It was because her eyes were blind, no longer able to recognize what was hiding behind those colors. Undeserving.

Murderers have no privileges.

The bars were right.

She pulled her head back and then to her surprise her forehead was forcefully pressed to the bars again. This time, no matter how she tried to withdrew her head, she couldn't budge. Only after a moment of struggle she realized why is that.

Something was holding her.

Not by the neck, pressing her to the bars.

But by the nose, trying to drag her inside the light.

Her eyes nearly shot out of their orbits when her snout scales were stretched as she was forcefully being pulled through the bars, the space simply too small for a draconic snout to fit through.

Whatever force holding her came to the same conclusion, it pushed her snout away from the bars just to powerfully smash it into the poles a moment later. The bars vibrated with the force of the impact, the scales on her cheeks cracked when they slid maybe an inch farther in between the metal as she was pulled again.

Her head was jerked away and the process was repeated. Another inch was gained. The cheek scales dangled on strands, hiding and revealing the bleeding flesh behind. Scales also snapped on her forehead, a lazy stream of blood flew down from the top of her head.

Another slam.

Everything just exploded, starting from the blood vessels in her eyes, filling the white orbs with a reddish curtain, to the scales on her snout.

All this time she didn't make even the tiniest attempt to protest. The light even if impenetrable was just so nice, something that she was sure she always needed, she always had.

Slam.

Blood and pieces of flesh splattered in the direction of the light and onto the front and inside sides of the bars.

However she could do without the stench, the light in all it's beauty started to stink.

Slam.

"What in Ancestors names is going on down there?!"

More blood. Necessary traction for her snout. Maybe even two inches were gained.

Horribly to stink, the colorful whips began to shrink under the stench. Becoming more and more black.

Slam.

Blood again, this time it even gushed from her nose.

She recognized the smell now, in similar way long dead bodies start to smell, this is a scent of decay. This one however was potent, stronger than anything she ever smelled before. Not even leaning over a dead body could be compared to this. This putrid stench was simply overpowering.

Slam.

Her snout and bars were so sticky from blood that her snout was probably pulled two more inches.

Rot. This what it was. The smell of rot.

Slam.

"Should have figured out it will be her. Damn bitch!"

The reason why it was so strong was because it was gushing from her open wounds, flowing down with the blood. She was rotten inside.

Slam.

The other reason was that, currently, the rot was holding her by the nose. She didn't mind, it might stink, but it's still warm and pleasant here.

Slam.

"Cut it out you hear me!"

It felt like home.

Slam.

"What the fuck are you doing?!"

"Hush my love now don't you cry" Rot started to sing and its voice was rank and pleasant "Everything will be alright. Close your eyes and drift in dream. Rest in peaceful sleep"

Slam.

"If there's one thing I hope I showed you If there's one thing I hope I showed you Hope I showed you"

Slam.

"Just give love to all Just give love to all Jus- "

The rot suddenly stopped singing and let go off her nose. Surprisingly she was forcefully thrown back, slamming into something with her back.

The rot evaporated, release of magical energy filled the air and her, she could metaphorically and literally feel it coursing in every fiber of her body.

It was not her own.

She looked in the direction of the bars, she couldn't see practically anything, for a fleeting moment she was terrified she went somehow blind. Only after a while she realized that there was something flowing into her eyes, filling them with a thick substance.

She closed her eyes, impulsively rubbing them and when she opened them again her sight wasn't any better. Yet she could discern a yellowish silhouette standing behind the bars.

"Cragger!" the figure roared, voice wavering with terror

"What?!" a muffled shout vibrated across the stones

"Call a healer!"

"Whaaat?!"

"Call a fucking healer! Right fucking now!"

That other voice said something else, she no longer could make out the words. The world, blurry and somewhat bloody to begin with, became even more inconsistent and really dark. Like the last illuminating the universe candle was about to burn out.

There were some more words said, none she could clearly hear. She noticed the bars of her cell sliding away from her sight with a creaking, prolonged noise. The yellowish silhouette got closer, or perhaps she imagined it.

Then it all went dark.

*

"She's waking up" a muffled female voice echoed in the darkness

"I have never seen anything like it. Today I have seen for the very first time how a splintered skull bone looks like" a wavering male voice added

Some more could be heard muttering in the distance.

"You would be spared the gruesome sight if you would just let me keep her in the hospital"

"Please Miss Amela, not this again. I had my orders, my job demands that I follow them"

She opened her eyes, or so she thought, since in reality her eyelids were moving in slow motion, as if fighting through the glue that keeps them shut.

The shapes of six legs appeared in front of her.

"That doesn't justify anything" the female voice said, offended, left foot tapped at the floor in irritation "Nothing would have happened to this poor girl if she would be allowed to recover properly"

The other four legs shifted nervously.

"With all due respect Miss Amela, but I don't believe there is nobody to blame. It's not like we could predict or influence her decision to turn her brain into a mush"

Only now she realized that she could hardly see any colors, everything was speckled in bright streaks of white. She tried to get up anyway.

"Oh no, no, no, no sweetie!" the female voice yelped gently, warm hands touched her back and delicately put pressure on it "You lie down and stay there"

She tried to protest, but her body failed to comply. She tried to speak of her displeasure with the situation and the way she was being ordered around, but she simply couldn't remember any words.

She only let out a weak, irritated grunt.

"Take your time" gentle hands caressed her back and nape, sliding up and down, petting her "Don't force anything, you need to let your body turn itself on. You hit your head pretty badly"

"Why do all the pretty girls I meet have to be crazy?" the male sighed sadly

There was a pause.

Four legs cringed, as if they wanted to disappear from the very existence.

"Sorry. I didn't mean to say it out loud"

She tried to push herself up again.

"Iris!" the female voice snarled, scolding her and putting more strength into the press of hands

"Stay where you are! You better hope I won't have to repeat myself or I'll slap your butt!"

She growled weakly, dropping on the ground, wriggling lips allowing to take a glimpse of her sharp fangs.

"Take it slow darling" the caring, warm voice resounded just above her head, breath petting her scales from up close

"Focus on opening your eyes, slowly, the brain will make its own connections later on its own"

Another growl rumbled within her throat.

"You have to put trust into something one day Iris" the voice whispered tenderly, hand petting her back "If not in people then at least in their experience. I'm a healer, take advantage of my opinion"

She focused on her eyes, not because someone ordered her to, but because if fools want to fight for her attention then it's better to use them before casting them out like the thrash they are.

By now her glue covered eyelids managed to open themselves at least partially. The white, blinding light began to lose its power, steadily being filled with all manners of colors that soon formed rough shapes and finally complete images.

The opened door of her cell came into view, two prison guards were whispering at the entrance, throwing glances in her direction that she perfectly understood.

Her tail, even if cut out from the rest of her body, curled around her thigh.

Walking back and forth four yellow legs came later together with the waggling nervously tail in the same color. She didn't care about the rest since she already knew that this is one of the fuckers that put a paw in dragging her out of the hospital.

"Mmmmyyy m-mmm-medal-ll-lion" she muttered as her other senses began to wake themselves up. She spitted on herself when she stammered

A sleeve wiped her mouth, strands of grey fur protruded from the material.

"It is over there" female voice said, belonging to no one else but Puss "Please bring it here to us if you would be so kind"

Her eyes narrowed on the walking away yellow paws. Her whole muscles tensed and claws tried to dug into the cold stone as she noticed the yellow dipshit heading in the only important direction. Her eyes registered his whole form completely, already knowing where to punch the faggot before biting his dick off if he tries anything.

She wasn't the only one that registered something. The petting hands worked on her neck and back harder, their strength intensified by the shushing whispering.

She saw the fucker stopping near the medallion, head lowered, eyeing her treasure from up close. She swore to herself that if the retard will pick it in his mouth, drooling on the jewelry, she would make sure to enlarge his smile to the size of a stretched vagina.

He would make the perfect pretty girl that he so badly desires. Cunt of whose he could lick by running his tongue over his swollen lips.

His dream won't be coming true, he picked the trinket in his paw and walked back with one paw nearly closed in a fist. After a moment of hesitation, or silent conversation with Puss he put the medallion close to her left leg.

She snatched it momentarily, paw springing like a frog's tongue after a fly. She pulled it close to her chest. For a moment everything was perfect, she felt like she was wrapped in a cocoon of the most delicate silk. Here on the specific clouds everything was different, even the loving petting felt just right and was pleasant as a caress of a caring mate.

The feeling burst like a bubble, leaving her with a sickening comfort and the abhorrent sensation of someone's else's paws on her scales. Tail tightened its embrace around the thigh.

"Don't...touch...me" she hissed aggressively

Hands automatically pushed away from her back, she simultaneously congratulated their submission and hated them for the decision. For a brief moment, before they completely withdrew away from her head they played with something on her forehead. Her head suddenly started to feel heavier, as if she would be wearing some kind of thick bandana.

"There" Puss clapped her hands, putting them on the front side of her thighs as she kneeled in front of her. Mouth was spread in her typical smile

"With straight bandages and cute snout like yours, you put all aspiring mummies to shame"

She ignored the cheetah, the feline earned it.

"Miss Amela" the guard mumbled bashfully, rubbing one of his legs anxiously "Now that the prisoner looks healthy...I would ask you..."

"I'm not going anywhere young dragon" the cat replied

She was smiling, still looking in her direction, expression friendly as usual and yet the dragon flinched. Like her words would be invisible daggers stabbing him as if they would be moved by hands of a killer who got past the shyness of his first kill and now drives streams of blood from his victim to make sure that the corpse becomes more dead than it already is.

"B-but Miss-"

"You dragged my patient without my consent once and look what happened"

"That the girl decided to bash her head in is hardly anyone's fault!" the drake snarled, cringing when his voice echoed in the cell, realizing just how risen his voice was

"It's your job to watch over the prisoners is it not?"

"Yes, but-"

Her furry hand shot in the air, silencing the dragon.

"It is, you admitted it. Judging from the state Iris is in I can assume that you failed in your duties, correct?"

The yellow dragon remained silent, licking his lips. Only his curling toes betrayed his anger.

"Correct" she answered for him "From the two of us young boy I'm the one who takes her responsibilities seriously. So until someone close to Iris comes and tells me that she will be taken care of I will stay here if you won't mind"

"Do what you want!" the dragon snarled at the cheetah and stormed out of the cell, his two companions following him

"Stubborn old hag" one of the other dragons said something way too loudly, breaking even through the shushing of his companions

"If she wants to rot with that crazy, little bitch then I say let her"

"Shut up Cragger!" a voice admonished him, belonging to no one else but the electric dragon

"Good luck in finding someone that cares about her"

"Shut up!"

And with that last scold the voices died down.

"How are you feeling?" Amela asked kindly, it looked like she didn't hear what the guards were saying or she simply ignored it

She believed in the latter.

"Can you move all your limbs?"

Survival instinct kicked in at the question and fear started its course around her heart. Even if layered in a kind vibration, the question was a serious one. A question that she heard many times yet always feared it in the same way. Negation meant turning basically cripple.

And being a retard for someone of her stature meant disgrace. For all other worms it didn't make much difference. They are worthless to begin with.

She moved all her limbs at once, so quickly and chaotically that she sprawled on the ground like a trampled frog. She nearly smacked the healer with her left wing. All her limbs were shivering, waking up slowly, but she definitely felt all of them.

A silent breath of relief wafted from her nose

"Good, the worst is over" Amela admitted sincerely "I had to bandage your cheeks also, they were really torn up. I didn't use any healing crystals, your elemental energy was depleted, I didn't want to risk any unnecessary side effects. Let your body heal on its own, it might itch, but do try to restrain from scratching. Sharp claws have the tendency to turn young scales into shreds without much effort"

"Also, I'm sure you got used to it by now, but you smell Iris, darling. Blood and grime is a bad combination and you got plenty of the former all around your body"

"You..." she licked her lips, they were really numb so she couldn't really tell if she moistened them or not "...know...where the...door are...Use...them..."

The cheetah leaned forward, stretching the sleeve of her healer's gown across her whole arm. The cat wiped her bluish mouth clean, she couldn't find the strength to bite at the covered hand.

"I washed you a little, but you still have a lot of cleaning to do. Especially the poor Flare's blood, I apologize if I offend you, but you reek of it"

Now when the cheetah mentioned it, she really could smell the hint of dried blood, splatters of which were torn of a...let's say male, that she kis...nearly torn to shreds. Her sense of smell was confused, perhaps even used to the smell that she no longer could tell which scent belonged to who.

She didn't feel dirty.

Amela cocked her head, surprised to see no reaction from her.

"You hurt him pretty badly you know"

"So?" she muttered through clenched teeth, having enough of spitting on herself

The cheetah shrugged.

"No reason. I thought you wanted to know how fares the only boy that visited you and brought you flowers"

"I don't...care" she mumbled, all the time looking at her covered with dried blood paws

She fought back the urge to suck on it.

"You are sick Iris, not ill, but sick" Amela said bluntly, straightening up on her knees

She wanted to smack the stupid cat across her stupid face. It might have been just enough to make her drop dead. If only she had the strength. Sick? Her? Seems cunt is not the only thing that withered in that old body.

"Are you aware of that?"

She swallowed, purposely draining all the saliva from her mouth.

"All I'm aware of..." she paused, quickly getting used to the fact that she begins to remember how to speak "...is that you are starting to get on my nerves"

"Iris, sweetie, listen-"

"Don't call me sweetie"

Amela sighed "You are a smart girl, just concentrate on what has happened in between the hospital and here. You didn't have those bandages on your head didn't you?"

"Get to the point you old witch so I can finally stop listening to your nagging"

"You need help Iris"

Her paw swiftly jerked to the side, making Amela yelp and nearly fall on the ground when her leg forcefully clenched on her thigh. Claw tips stretching flesh. The feline instinctively tried to push the paw away but it only intensified its threatening grip.

"You are a healer" she said coldly, piercing gaze turning towards the startled cat "You know that somewhere around my paw is a crucial artery that if cut makes you bleed to death. I killed enough of you two legged swine to know that's the truth"

"I'm old, that is correct" Amela said surprisingly calm, getting rid of the nervousness with a single blink "I wouldn't survive whatever wound you would inflict upon me, that's a fact. True is also my lifespan, it's short already as it is, you would only hasten the inevitable"

"I lose nothing while you..." she put her hands on the azure paw on her thigh, she squeezed the draconic paw, offering it all the caring support holding hands can offer

Her white eyes widened slightly, mouth parted delicately. Something happened right here, right now. The gesture was like a nudge in a conversation about long forgotten past that stirs the thoughts in the right direction.

"....lose the only willing healer that can offer you assistance in whatever field necessary. How many people you know that want to assist you out of their own free will?"

The cheetah squeezed her paw a little tighter.

She shook her head, snapping out of the unexplained shock as she quickly withdrew her paw, furry hands slapped into the thigh. She pushed herself to a sitting position, pushing away from the cheetah, there was something repelling about her.

It had to be the naivety in believing she needs anyone's help and the foolish hope that their attempts to gain her attention will bring any results. That healer is a fool and fools have their uses.

Her cheeks started to itch like hell.

"You need to talk to someone Iris" Amela continued softly "I wasn't lying when I said I have met my match. Your past is eating you up, combine that with how hurt you are, mentally I mean, you get chaos. You need to let go if you want to recover, believe me"

"Is your ancient age affecting your hearing you withered rag? How many times do I have to tell you that I don't need your help or anyone's else for that matter. I don't need anyone"

"Even your uncle?"

"Listen Puss" Iris hissed, her voice cracked as ice, freezing even the air particles "the only thing that holds me back from tearing you apart is your usage. It will become worthless, like your womb, if you keep provoking me"

Amela stood up with a groan, something snapped in her knees and she had to use the wall for support.

"Because he's here, he really wants to see you"

"What?!" the dragoness growled "And you stupid bitch decided to tell me about this now?"

"Why the anger? I thought you didn't want to see anyone"

Iris touched her head, rearranging every strand of bandage as best as she could without a mirror.

"Shut up"

"I'll show him in" Amela stopped in the doorstep of the cell "For everyone's sake girl, you better learn how to let go"

Iris paid the cheetah no mind, she immediately began licking her paws and wings, cleaning as best as she could the fresh and dried blood.

A warm tingling sensation ran over her whole body at the first taste of her blood mixed with another one's(his) blood, her thighs pushed closer together, trying to rub against each other, she felt completely empty.

Her head started to pulse with increasing in strength, sharp jolts of pain.

When she lapped at the blood the excitement was over, instead being replaced by a bitter taste and feelings of loss and regret.

She winced when the pain in her head reached an uncomfortable limit. Her cheeks also started to call for the attention of her claws.

After a slide or two of her tongue over her body every feeling vanished completely. She was hollow, indifferent to everything and utterly devoid of every emotion.

Then it felt like something exploded inside her brain, her eyes dilated, just to return to normal size seconds later. The pain and itching was gone.

As she cleaned herself she couldn't stop thinking about the hate for the burning motherfucker who had the audacity to bleed on her and cover her with his disgusting, putrid blood. When she gets out of here she will make sure that the idiot will be completely dry before she rips his moronic head from the neck.

"By the gods!"

A terrified scream filled the room, she recognized it all too well so she didn't even bother to look up. She was solely focused on her supercilious cleaning, another boring fucker with false sense of importance is all she needs right now. Bringing herself back to her glory is far more crucial than anything else.

"What in the name of everything's that's holy is this?!" Ignus shouted, shocked beyond any means "I was told she was the attacker and for me it looks like someone wanted to bring her to justice on own terms!"

"You are right, she was the attacker" Amela explained calmly "However the boy in the hospital was not the only target"

"What?" he snarled in irritation, at first completely not understanding what the cheetah meant by that as he looked in her direction. He was in no mood for more riddles.

One glance however was enough to stir all the right cogs in his head that allowed him to come to the one and true conclusion.

Predator and prey sit in that cell.

"Leave us please" Ignus rumbled, scratching his throat "I would like to speak with my niece alone"

"Just don't be too hard on her"

The dragon nodded, observing the cheetah walking away, he only entered the cell when he was sure she was far enough. He barely contained himself from smashing shut the bars of the cage behind him.

"You never learn. I knew something like that would happen. You stupid, stupid girl"

Iris' head jerked up, eyes were glowing with fierce, cold light.

"Watch your tongue old lizard, remember your place"

"Spare me this royalty bullshit Iris. Look at yourself, you're dirty and covered in blood, snout completely wrapped in bandages. In your state you would have troubles intimidating flies let alone someone like me, especially when I know the details of how you came to be as you are right now. You are a joke"

Iris growled, the air around her grew cold but soon it all returned to normal since fits of fierce coughing ravaged her throat. She dropped on the ground, coughing pitifully.

Ignus shook his head in disgust.

"You are a wreck Iris, just look how you mewl and cringe like a cat that swallowed more than it could handle. You better pray and be grateful to have a family and someone like me to be there for you in your many times of need. Without me around you would crumble and be worm's chew even before your overgrown ego would take control of you"

Weak, wavering azure paw pointed at the exit.

"Get out..." she coughed once more, strength left her and the paw dropped on the stone with a smack "...of..." she rasped, coughing one more time "...here. I hate...you"

"I've told you already my foolish niece that you have no command over me" he moved forward, craning his neck so his nose dangled just above her head

"You never had"

Blue leg jerked up, paw ready to slap, claws ready to slice. He grabbed the swinging leg without troubles. His paw curled around the leg tightly, he slammed it forcefully at the ground, something snapped in the joint.

Iris cried out in agony as her body was twisted, she abruptly ended her scream by biting into her lower lip. Blood poured in streams from her mouth when sharp teeth sliced the soft flesh. The rest of her painful cry whistled through her tightly clenched teeth.

"You have a weakness Iris" Ignus muttered quietly, paw clenching tighter on the twisted leg, drawing more and more blood from the blue mouth

"You didn't listen to me and exploited it, revealing more of your flaws"

He let go of the leg and pushed back. Iris with a barely audible whimper dragged her hurt leg under her chest, touching the medallion that was hidden there. For a moment she felt better.

"I have told you to be careful around the boy. I have told you to keep people at a distance. I have told you that you are stubborn and fail to see your mistakes. Did you listen? Of course not"

"I..." she spit on the ground, splotch of wet blood splashed on the stones "...hate you"

"Stop blubbering and get up. Have some pride"

She pushed herself up, resting three legs on the ground, the fourth one hovered above the floor, hurt and aching. A tarnished gold medallion was held in it's grasp.

Ignus growled irritated.

"I've told you to have some pride and that means getting rid of all your toys"

He strode forward, grabbing her hurt leg and twisting it around.

"No!" she exclaimed and fought back fiercely with renewed strength, pushing back and chaotically twirling her hurt leg to break it free

Ignus unexpectedly yelped and jumped back, sharp pain jolted through his paw recently clenched paw. He opened it and his ruby eyes widened. Through the middle of the inside side of his paw ran a deep cut, blood flew from it in both directions as waves from some kind of red, parted sea.

He looked up, at his niece. She retreated against the far end wall, three paws firmly planted on the ground even if her legs were shaking. One leg, the one holding the trinket was closely pressed to the chest, fierce bluish light emanated from within.

She was panting heavily, diamond eyes aimed directly at him. He wanted to renew his advance, but couldn't fight back the hesitation and the sudden overpowering guilt slicing at his heart.

His niece was staring at him with hurt, scared, offended, hateful and ready to fight eyes. The bandages, blood and dirt, pitiful at first, now were utterly intimidating combined with the white glow from her eyes and the bluish hue radiating from her paw.

She seemed weak, physically weak, but there was some kind of powerful aura surrounding her. In his niece he saw Iris and his sister, their combined strength was aimed at him.

He wanted to run, but couldn't move, sharp whips of pain pulsed within his chest. He was sure he was at the brink of an heart attack. Excitement and whips of guilt finally broke through whatever resistance old body can construct.

"I love you Iris" he said, rubbing his chest, taking shallow breaths in between every word "But I cannot allow you to ruin everything. I will have to work twice as hard to make it happen"

"Get out of my sight uncle" she said sternly

"Not before I show my concern for you. I know you don't care about my feelings, but I know you don't like being locked up. As to prove my affection for you I offer you freedom"

"I think your senile mind confuses you. You don't have any power here"

"I have more influence than you can imagine and I spend it all on you"

To prove that his words were true he moved forward with the intention to hug his remaining member of once glorious family. Yet one glance at her, how stressed she became when he walked shoved all that intention into the never to be realized shelf.

Instead his rump simply clapped on the ground.

"Unfortunately it's not enough to simply let you go wander off on your own. You will have to earn your freedom"

"I'm not going to work like some dirty farmer"

"You will become Spyro's Ice tutor"

"Over my dead body" she growled angrily, by now the light had died down and the illusion of strength vanished together with it

She was once again the cold, hateful girl with overgrown ego she always was.

"It's either that or the cell"

"Forget it"

"This is not a request Iris. I'm your uncle and you will do as I say. I'm far older than you, I know what's best"

"You're full of crap"

"Say whatever you will, but you are a smart girl. You either be a bitch for your thoughts or you fight back with dignity and show your prowess to all those young drakes. Earn respect or lose pride, the choice is simple. I'm sure you can guess, judging from the bandages, which option leads to which destination"

Her hurt leg touched her cheek and then her forehead. An nearly unquenchable fury built up within her when she felt the thick material.

"Is there any pride left in you?"

Iris concentrated on her uncle, eyes cold and unreadable.

"You never learn"