Snow's magenta eyes blazed back at the vampiressa and  grinned back at her defiantly.<br/><br/>"Without me, the Red Queen will make mince meat out of you," The young shifter chuckled. The young dragon however only grinned back excitedly as she shoved him up against the wall and twisted his chains painfully around his wrists and threatened to cut off his hands.<br/><br/>"A dragon can only be as good as its rider...  every mark... on me... is the reflection of my master," Snow rasped back, then suddenly he was dropped to the floor.  The young shifter gasped in dismay as was now staring down at the floor and now Serafima was straddling his back.<br/><br/>"Yes...I...I understand," he said in low respectful voice... but one that wasn't hurt or angry, or frightened... it was calm and still. Snow let out a small seething sigh, and he winced as she lanced him to gather his blood... but he didn't struggle or fight.<br/><br/>Once she was finished, Snow ventured a nervous glanced upward, and even though she spoke harshly with him, he offered up a nervous little apologetic smile... one that was not offended, or afraid.<br/><br/><br/><span style="color: #FF0000">.....You wasted two of them now. Grow up finally...or die."</span><br/><br/>"When Red eyes is  ready to fly...I will be ready to learn," Snow responded with a playful smirk, though it wasn't something it was spoken out of defiance more or less  it was it was playful riddle, and then he glanced up giving Serafima the cutest big blue eyes smiled up at enduringly as she informed that he was only a side dish.<br/><br/>"When you are ready....Perhaps you will be the greatest rider of all," he replied calmly.... the fond affectionate smile had suddenly faded into one of utter shock and horror as she turned to the elders.<br/><br/>Tears suddenly began to scream down the young shifters face and he turned away from her with a look of disgust and betrayal.<br/><br/>--- -  -   ---<br/><br/>A week passed<br/><br/>----   ---<br/><br/>Snow was not at all the same.  The young shifter had obviously not taken solitary confinement at all well.  His magenta eyes were glazed over, his long was tangled, and his ivory skin no longer glowed... it was just pale, and no longer had its former luster.  Though he was forcibly bathed and force fed, his cheeks were gaunt, and his ribs poked out of his sides.  The young shifter lay curled out in a ball in the corner of the room...refusing to look up or talk to anyone.<br/><br/>When Snow was forcibly dragged back to Serafima, he did not look at her... he just collapsed on the floor and he didn't so much as wince or make any exclamation of pain or surprise.<br/><br/><span style="color: #FF0000">"You have a last chance."</span><br/><br/>The young shifter only turned his head and looked away,  "Or what? ... you will abandon me again ?  kill me?" he asked weakly,  "go away and just let me die," he groaned.