<span style="font-style: italic">~This smug grin..~</span>The Norva's irritation grew for some inexplainable reason.<br/><span style="color: #FF4040">"Of age..." </span>she muttered.<span style="font-style: italic"> ~It is hopeless! He is too old to be raised! But wait, that is in human years, right? What about dragon years?~ </span>she contemplated, still having some hope.<span style="color: #FF4040">"For a dragon that is barely even out of hatchling phase..." </span>she herself, being something over five hundred years old, his age was not able to impress her... She wasn't proud of having passed about a third of her life expectancy, however, she was proud of having survived so long, as a Norva.<br/><br/>Then, looking up and down at the male, her scientific nature emerged as she started to examine him, deciding to ignore his grin for now.<br/><br/>A pair of cool hands, one of them bandaged, were now touching the dragons' human form freely. The touch had nothing emotional, much how a doctor would examine their patient, trying to figure out where the patients illnes was.<br/><br/>A little flashlight emerged, lighting up his pupils as she looked first in one of his crystal blue eyes, then in the other. His ears were inspected, then his mouth: teeth, tongue and throat.<span style="color: #FF4040">"Say, Ah!"</span>she commanded, pre- inspection.<br/><br/>While she was busying herself, she was muttering quietly under her breath. After she saw he had all his wisdom teeth, what was confirming his human age roughly, she nodded:<span style="color: #FF4040">"The human form is fully grown, though the dragon form was yet to reach maturity...and the mental condition is on par with Rose... difficult.. but interesting... but difficult..." </span>She was mainly talking to herself.<br/><br/>Checking his temperature as well as heart beat - due to her powers the Norva did not even need any other medical tools besides hands and her ears to do that, she nodded contently, but as she put a cool finger to his neck to measure his pulse and blood pressure she frowned slightly. The frown deepened, as she touched arms, felt his inner organs through his tummy, and his overall muscles. He seemed to have had barely enough training to count as well toned, but his muscles mainly had the purpose to look good, but not enhance his bodily powers like agility and dexterity... he might have power.. but he could barely touch upon the non-human realm, very far from the usual draconic power..a result of not fighting but artificially training special parts of his body just to look good.<br/><span style="font-style: italic">~Is this really a human body of a dragon?!~ </span>The blood huntress shook her head disappointingly<span style="font-style: italic">~What a waste... If I had just half of this power potential... what a waste..~</span><br/><span style="color: #FF4040">"Too high a blood pressure, and definitely a weaker pulse for a shifter-beast. Both the human and dragon form are not trained properly...Eating a irregular, unbalanced diet, not keeping a healthy lifestyle."</span>was the verdict, before she reacted to his previously spoken words.<br/><br/><br/>A cold finger was lifted, forcefully, not painfully tweaking that irritating brow in that childs face back to its normal place.<span style="color: #FF4040">"No wonder you dragons got tricked so easily by <span style="font-style: italic">that vile woman</span>."</span>she stated dryly.<br/><span style="color: #FF4040">"She is all about glitters and shine and everything else mentioned. But what she has gathered, is sucked dry and turned into a big pile of skeletons and blood underneath all that.</span><br/><br/><span style="color: #FF4040">"I doubt you could understand at this time what is really wrong with superficial gains, but I do not expect you to, either. What I expect, is to <span style="font-style: italic">follow my rules</span> and have at least <span style="font-style: italic">some</span> survival instinct."</span><br/>She underlined the last part especially.<span style="font-style: italic">~This will be hard. I should write down the rules.. or maybe mentally carve it in his brain...~</span>Musing, a bit helplessly, she hoped that at least a part of her advice would sink in the childs head.<br/><br/><span style="color: #FF4040">"Anyway,"</span>she continued<span style="color: #FF4040">"I am not in need of a Blood Whore. Those days are over. As for drinking your live blood for power - I do like to reach my goals with my own power. Borrowing poisonous drugs or doping is not my way of doing things. If a special case occurs, I will use the<span style="font-style: italic"> magic </span> within your blood for regenerating purposes. That should be enough." </span>The blood was used as last resort. Or to practise her research or magic incantations.<br/><br/>The Norva was silent for a moment as she let go of her captive, taking a step back.<br/><span style="color: #FF4040">"As for spiritual links or other things...I have my own ways for those - and I only do that with <span style="font-style: italic">trusted</span> people." </span>she simplified the tedious explanation to Norva's spiritual abilities with a few words, since she did not have in mind to bind a dragon that might rampage at any time, or cause a headache because it was mating season for him. Norvas special mental link was even more intimate than a vampire's marks and bonds of blood or other links!<br/><br/>Having completed her inspection, as well as foreshadowed some rules, she was at least a little satisifed - not everything was lost in this case. Still, her survival instincts had a slightly bad feeling - the calm of the last hundred years would definitely come to an end. Another wave of fighting would emerge soon, and she hoped that she had enough time for her own preparations.<br/><br/>Concluding her clinical evaluation, she asked the dragon sternly:<br/><span style="color: #FF4040">"Name?"</span>