Undying Fire, #990012 The cave was cold, droplets of water raining down upon the red scales of the coiled beast, a rumble of thunder echoing off the walls from the beast's disapproval. Chains rattled as the massive creature shifted his weight, his scales scraping against the stone walls of his prison, his spikes breaking chips of stone off from the surfaces. Trapped deep in the belly of some far away mountain, chained head to tail so that his movements were limited, and his power not in his own control. How had such a magnificent beast been reduced to such a sad sad sight? For what seemed like the hundredth time that day, his jaws parted in a furious roar, the mountain shaking with it's might, and the chains rattled once again at the attempt to stretch his wings. They ached to fly, to sore above the clouds once more, to feel the wind beneath him and dive a thousand feet only to be brought back up and fly higher than before. Raziel longed for the sunlight outside his cold stone prison, to feel the gentle breeze over his scales and bathe himself in the sun's rays, and listen to the daily sounds of life that he used to hear. But no, he was trapped here, forced to wait for his mistress. The collar around his neck was a constant reminder of who he now belonged to, forced to do what he was ordered and carry out his mistress's wishes, unable to harm her or disobey. With this collar, she had total control over him, a rare event indeed for a dragon to be tamed so easily. With it she could make him revert into human form, and have control over any other power of his as well, unable to resist. He couldn't fly without her say so, couldn't eat without her say so, couldn't even speak without her say so. For many years it has been like this, and he nearly lost all hope of escape, his life now to obey his mistress. So here he waited for her, his claws gently scraping the hard stone ground, cutting through it like butter. Leaving claw marks on the stone floor. Sometimes she kept him in here if she had business else where and had no need of him, though most of the time he was by her side, like the good and loyal pet he is. Or supposed to be. Though he was under her complete control, he always made it pretty clear that he didn't enjoy her company at all, and show just how furious he was. A trail of smoke rose from his flaring nostrils, his patience growing thinner and thinner, shifting his body once more. He was growing bored in his prison.