<span style="font-size: 150%; line-height: 116%;">Kira</span><span style="font-size: 85%; line-height: 116%;"> the <span style="color: #BF0000">Blood </span>Dragon</span><br/><br/>The clanks of chains and shackles beat and slithered along the stone ground Kira could only feel its smooth stony granite under her feet, as they had yet to lower her tired frame from the rope. Her eyes barred from light as the blindfold hung around her delicate brown eyes, her wrist were raw from the blasted rope that hung her in place. The air was dry and moist like mold it left a nasty after taste in her mouth as she tried to keep the moisture in as her mouth continually felt dry. The echo of feet could be heard across the granite ground Kira shivered at the thought again they would show there "product" god how she hated hanging there like a piece of meat. The pain in her wrist was becoming unbearable as she felt the warm blood begin its travel down her bare arm. The echo of feet stopped in front of her cage like cell she listened and waited to see what they wanted from her once again.