Draven Fireheart, The Dragon Sovereign
Damien slithered through the infirmary doors, his every movement a calculated display of misplaced charm. My eyes narrowed, tracking his every step, every flicker of his ruby-red gaze. His words had manipulated the hapless captain of the guards like a puppeteer playing with a marionette.
Disgust coiled tight within me. To see such blatant manipulation, such a callous disregard for another's will, turned my stomach. The captain, his eyes glazed and vacant, stumbled out, Damien's hand resting possessively on his shoulder. A whimper escaped the man's lips, a sound that spoke of a violated mind and a broken spirit.
But I held my ground, a storm brewing within the confines of my human form. To follow Damien, to plead for his assistance, was beneath me.
