Rrrrrrrrriiiiiiiiip. The dragons talons tingled with a fiery, painful tinge, making her grin in pleasure. Torture. Torture out. Get out. Get me out. SLAM! Arsonheart threw herself into the wall, her bones making a snapping noise as she basically dislocates her shoulder. The dragon slumped down, letting out a small grunt. Her galaxy wings shimmered, going blank for a moment as her face strained. I can't do this to myself anymore. Let me the hell out. She took a glance at the barred window of the cave she was being held in against her will. Betrayal, betrayal, she murmured in her head, the corners of her mouth curling up in an insane smile. Her sharp canine teeth bit down into her lip as she let out a weak roar, that cracked every few seconds out of weakness. Don't let it show. They'll all be sorry. I'll make them. She gazed out to the main barred door, stopping her miserable howling, as the pieces of her plan composed almost seamlessly in her head.
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Sparking Freedom
FantasyArsonheart has been held in captivity for months now. Claw marks, burnt straw, and cracked stone can sum up just a bit of her surroundings from this time. Though she's praying to the three flaming moons, her friends haven't caught word of her, makin...
