Her snow skin reflected her attitude when his orders had the technological binds hurry punishment through her, at a very small scale. Enough to make her remember. And outwardly it would be as if her colors caught in the air when she moved, vibrating just out of comprehension, and leaving a drag in reality. A pretty effect for an ugly torment, brewing. They had been correct to splurge on the shackles, and though he wouldn't admit it, it would be a reason for him to do business with them another time.<br/><br/>She had some truth in her stare when she saw the fact of his. He could murder a thousand old creature if he decided to wallpaper his city home with their skin, or stick their fatty livers on skewers for his culinary deviancy. The dust of a more common dragon was gone from his breath, when he'd eaten it burnt to a memory from its own fire, but she could see the intent and woven-in hubris if she looked into the silver orbiting his deep pupils. Rings of a null planet. The mirrors around tandem deaths.<br/><br/>She was a creature that existed outside of the system deemed natural by men, but he was an amalgamation of all the sapien evils, a monster in his own right. He was pure because he was a bastard. Ape, for his genetics, and a demon for his built-up heart. Kaenta was focused on her, and his lips fanned like some star-thing on the coral walls, when she decided to humor him. A fury nestled into his chest from his heart, and went int through the roots of his lungs to make a wrathful rumble. When she spoke her mockery before her compliance, his voice billowed out like a war announcement from horseback.<br/><br/>"Look at your shoes!" he demanded, and out of reflex, the way deer run when there's only stormy winds in one bush, the men lowered their heads. Kaenta wanted to see the slick flesh extended from her mouth by himself. It was a beautiful thing, like a little secret she kept between her cheeks, a bit of her innocence. He looked to the side as though to make sure no one saw her, but it was a diversion so his hand could rise in the same motion, palm crashing against her chin so his fingers could dig into those pale cheeks, keeping her mouth open.<br/><br/>He bent down with vengeance in his coiling spine, and slid his own tongue, human, cheap, against hers to taste her while his collection of followers were not allowed to even watch. Kaenta wanted to taste dragon spittle from the icy creature. And it wouldn't be enough. The ring hand came from above, to hold on to her forehead. It was excessive, the thin chains had been enough, but he wanted to touch her, and feel how it affected her when he told the ring to deliver lighting again, to rummage through her skull and go to bed inside her eyes. Pretty dragon in livid dismay while his taste buds were over hers. She would learn her new life if he had to singe it into her synapses.