One moment, Braiya was half dazed, watching the people move and bustle about the cave, content in the brief moment of reprieve to take a small amount of comfort in the familiarity of the mundane actions around her, particularly the fire preparations. So long as she kept perfectly still she could live in the brief allusion of no pain, that she had not gone through hell and that the numbness and aching was stayed.  The goal was lofty and reality came crashing towards her in the form of the wretch that held her captive.  Her lips curled back  in a hiss and her ears flattened to her head as the male bounded, a small part of her mind was amazed that the large man moved so gracefully with his massive body, but there was no time to appreciate the one she loathed. With her reflexes dulled by pain and fatigue, she was too late to react. The feline struggled meekly, even these weak movements increased her agony two fold.  Ears hung to the side as the began a new wave of cramping and shooting pain was fired throughout her lower half.<br/><br/><br/>“Have not spoken words come to mind?” she said with slow labored breaths as the collar made her feel as though she was suffocating.. Braiya felt he was beyond giving a simple command. The casual way he simple hit her instead of commanding her like the captor she was now seemed a ridiculous amount of work.  Though to be directly handled by him was a reality that she tucked away to study over.  The depth of his cruelty stung her just as much as the new pain in her legs.  She couldn't walk well if she'd wanted to, he'd used her body so harshly.  The skin on her legs burned and she felt the welts from being drug around the space on her knees and hips.<br/><br/><br/>Leaning against him and the rock, with her hands resting on his leg was her only option. It made it look as though she was fawning over him, but it was one of the few positions that allowed her to truly rest her arms. Lifting her legs higher was not an option. The discomfort, pain and further humiliation could not be afforded her at the moment.  she knew it was the dragon, but the thundering echos of it’s approach sent chills down her spine. The cat gripped his leg and leaned closer to him on instinct, despising the fear that forced her to coward the slightest,   not that she particularly desired to cling to him.<br/><br/><br/>Terror, pain, curiosity and awe swirled within her body.  Heeding the desire to glimpse the beast again she turned behind her as much as the position of her confines would allow. Ears and tail twitched as she lay eyes on it again. The calm pulse of the power the creature held was still a comforting neutral. It was all she could sense from it. Her eyes remained glued to the creature and she did not noticed the fine tremor of fear and respect for it. Knowing the all the stories of her childhood told to her to keep her from straying too far from clan and home were manifest right before her now. “Beautiful…” she mumbled softly in her own tongue, but quickly closed her mouth.  Starting into the eyes of a dragon was not a good thing for her kind, but she was not aware of this, having never been face to face before. Something wanted to pull from her and touch the aura of power that lay just beyond her reach.  Braiya began to fall in a trance like state.  The exchange of words around her was starting to become faint.