The Blood Huntress resisted to slap her forehead in frustration, at the spoiled dragon words. His blabbering met deaf ears as she contemplated to stay calm and collected, however - as the flashlight flew back at the precious samples, her last thread of patience snapped.<br/>And it snapped violently, just like her hairtie from a rash standing up trying to save some of the most important research - in vain!<br/>Almost like medusa, her hair seemed to come undone and waving around, before a murderous aura spread through the whole room.<br/><span style="font-style: italic">~This.. thing...does ..not ..learn.~ </span>She seemed to be a changed person, as she turned around to face that nonsensical creature.<br/><br/>A soldier interrupted her, though. She flashed a toothed grin to the Dhampir, who shrinked back in fear, and ignored the brat for a little while.<span style="color: #FF4040"> "Call in the elders. They shall take him away and lock him up for a few days. He has not been able to get enough time to think the past days."</span>she just coldly humphed, calming herself down a little, again, suppressing the creature in her that wanted to shred that little cub to pieces.<br/><br/>She swiftly appeared beside the dragon. Coldly grabbing his throat, this time with the pain of punishment and cutting off not only his way to speak, but also his air, she eyed him with emotionless eyes.<span style="color: #FF4040">"Its up to you. I hate to repeat myself, but remember this in your goldfish brain, you useless dragon: <span style="font-weight: bold"><span style="font-style: italic">Your days as pampered whore are over. You will either be a soldier or a skeleton in my closet.</span></span>"</span><br/>Irritation, combined with a major lack of sleep burst out of her, and she stifled a muffled growl in her throat as she smacked him against the wall.<br/>She needed only one hand to press his blood flow down, using the metal chain of his collar, numbing his wrists.<span style="color: #FF4040">"If your hands are clumsy, you seem not to need them, right? <span style="font-style: italic">Shall I cut those useless hands off?.</span>" </span>A savage, merciless grin framed her face as she thought in rage of the destroyed work of sleepless nights.<br/>After a while thinking she, still grabbing his throat, forced him down on his knees with a painful hit in the back of his knees and a tug on his collar -  planting his face onto the floor, stepping on his back.<br/>"<span style="color: #FF4040">Dont think, <span style="font-style: italic">I am not able to bleed you comletely to the last drop of your blood.</span> As you initially were meant to be dealt with.</span>" she hissed, as a knife appered on his throat, seemingly out of nowhere.<br/><span style="color: #FF4040">"Thats all you are useful for now, you know - a blood bag.<br/> Before spitting infantile words and futile threats that only prove that youre still a hatchling, you should shut your mouth and think before you speak. "</span><br/>Her canines elongated, and her eyes gleamed red! Fighting against her inner devilish vampire, sheforced it down, and just took a blood gathering tool out of her pocket, stoving the knife away with difficulty.<br/>Then she breathed a few times slowly, to calm her irritation down a little.<br/>With a painful stab, she accurately punctured a vein next to his neck, and drew blood from the defenseless dragon.<br/>After being finished she put the blood vials she filled, away and plastered a closing salve on the skin, to prevent accidents with that poisonous blood.<br/>Then she turned Snow with a foot on his back and painfully pressed her heel in his solar plexus, still denying the young dragon air, but now from another pressure point than earlier!<br/><span style="color: #FF4040"><span style="font-style: italic">"I usually do not lay my hands on children, and I had mercy on you, being just a naive youngling.<br/> A fraction of a fleeting moment passing since your seedling sprouted. So easily bent or ripped apart...<br/> But as you said your're of age, blame yourself for digging your own grave."</span></span>A red eyed cold glow looked down on Snow, while she mused, almost melancholy. Her red hair snaked down her waist and her shoulders, looking like a viper, ready to pounce and kill immediately!<br/><span style="color: #FF4040">"Your behaviour does not <span style="font-style: italic">deserve</span> even what you were given. But you still had the audacity to spite it and whine over it? No wonder nobody wanted to take you in.. even your admired Blood Queen shoved you to me.. and you dont even know the reason why. You think it was <span style="font-style: italic">you</span> she is interested in?"</span>She sneered maliciously.<span style="color: #FF4040">"Luckily for you - you are just a side dish."</span><br/>Pressing down her full body weight on the dragon she leaned forward, and a vicious glow gleamed in her eyes.<br/><span style="color: #FF4040">"You have only three chances with me. You wasted two of them now. Grow up finally...<span style="font-style: italic">or die.</span>"</span><br/><br/>Finally, the elders dared, to come in, and she stepped away.<br/><span style="color: #FF4040">"Get him in a dark lone room. For a week."</span>she passed the final verdict, still thinking she was too lenient.<br/><br/>***<br/><br/>As she cleaned up her laboratory, Ayu sneaked in and noticed her Misstress in a very bad mood, while cleaning up the bloody mess.<br/>Snatching the just delivered scrolls away, she thought she escaped unnoticed, as a brief voice made her startled.<br/><span style="color: #FF4040"><span style="font-style: italic">"Ayu. Read through them and compile the most important points for me."</span> </span>a tired voice sounded.<br/>The wolf girl nodded obediently and left without further lingering.<br/><br/><div style="text-align: center;">***</div><br/><br/>Some days later<br/><br/>Serafima was in her room, putting down the book<span style="font-weight: bold"><span style="font-style: italic">"Military drills"</span></span>for a while and finally reading the snippet from the compiled parchments, that she got from Ayu just now.<br/><br/><span style="text-decoration: underline"><span style="font-style: italic"><span style="font-weight: bold">"Dragons with signs of masochism nymphomania"</span></span></span><br/><span style="font-style: italic">" Many young dragons with those traits need a punishment daily. They fantasize about being bound, beaten, choked, bitten or otherwise being made to suffer. Blindfolding, gagging, chaining, or forced imitation of animals is a satisfaction to them. To not further indulge those tendencies, leaving them alone is for the best. It is advised to not react to any of their advances, and punish them harshly if those emerge. Rough treating is alright, and has to be done without any remorse. What they lack is discipline and control of their neither regions. <br/><br/>Bonding such a dragon is not advised, as they are not mentally stable because of their raging hormones. Especially young dragons are very troublesome as they never submit and wake you up at night, to fulfill their masochistic needs! Do not bite them as their blood essence contains a strong aphrodisiac and mental weakening poison that enslaves you into being their sadistic companion forever. Dragons with masochistic behaviours actually want to be in the dominating role, which causes them to be submissive to others, until they have made their companion addicted enough to their blood to dominate them.<br/>Most successful is the shame therapy, as in suppressing or openly rebuking any kinds of shameless behaviour, for example letting them watch tapes of surgical castration or tapes of their deviant crimes."</span><br/><br/><br/>The Norva frowned, while raising an eyebrow to Ayu. It seemed somewhat unlogical and while not too far off, it still was a little strange. But the werewolf girl just shrugged her shoulders and turned away from the Blood Huntress.<span style="font-style: italic">~Maybe she just found the random explanations too far off, and added more to it, not wanting to disappoint me?~ </span>Serafima thought in blissful oblivion. She did not see any necessity to punish the dragon for his 'deviant crimes' as he had yet to have any. She did think about punishing him for lashing out at Rose though, and she had recharged the lost blood samples.. though she still intended to make him work it off in blood and sweat..very soon... And as long as he was untrained, and restrained, most of her servants could owerpower his human form and escape if he tried anything strange...<br/><br/>She shook her head and she put the scrolls down and thought that she needed to do her own tactics of raising the impossible youngster!<br/><br/><div style="text-align: center;">***</div><br/><br/>As the werewolf left the room, her face hardened a little as she saw her Misstress making so much effort to raise the stupid dragon, even though that creature just made more of a mess!<br/>She did not regret switching out the scrolls. Entering a safe place, she gave the parchments a last look :<br/><br/><div style="margin:20px; margin-top:5px"><div class="quotetitle"><input class="button2 btnlite" onclick="if (this.parentNode.parentNode.getElementsByTagName('div')[1].getElementsByTagName('div')[0].style.display != '') { this.parentNode.parentNode.getElementsByTagName('div')[1].getElementsByTagName('div')[0].style.display = '';      this.innerText = ''; this.value = 'Hide'; } else { this.parentNode.parentNode.getElementsByTagName('div')[1].getElementsByTagName('div')[0].style.display = 'none'; this.innerText = ''; this.value = 'Show'; }" style="text-align:center;width:100px;margin:0px;padding:0px;" type="button" value="Show"/></div><div class="quotecontent"><div style="display: none;"><blockquote><div><cite>Shadowdragon wrote:</cite>Dragons displaying with signs of nymphomania or satyriasis <br/>Many young dragons may act out and may seem a bit overly, spoiled and or whorish... but really they crave the attention more than pleasure.<br/>Often times, with combination of punishment and reward will calm them down. Simple commands and tricks for bits food or tiny shiny nic-nacs will distract them....but also enforced with a short leash, and small random acts of playful violence, such as biting, bleeding, and or intimidation. <br/>Oddly enough, All Star Dragons seem to appreciate the attention... and nearly all outward signs of discomfort and resistance is their prideful way of begging for more. Riders are also highly encouraged to reward submission, with affectionate gestures such as caressing their head, praise and or treat as this over time encourages them to eagerly seek to please their riders for attention rather act out to seek a mock play fight in or out of dragon form! Both of which can be dangerous. <br/>This can also be reduced, if not complete eliminated if their Rider initiates the violence first as this keeps the young dragon constantly engaged and thinking about trying to keep their Riders to settle down, verses how to stir things up to make them more exciting. A playful, but violent bite, yank on the leash, and or crack of a whip will often catch their attention. This is however is always done out of affection and not hate... dragons love to play rough but not abused. <br/><br/>How to Bond a Star Dragon.<br/><br/>Bonding occurs after forcibly pinning a dragon down, biting it on the neck, causing pain and panic until it submits... Dragons will not submit until visibly marked or scarred.... then to complete bonding an entire pint of blood of the living dragon must consumed. <br/>IF done properly, after consuming the dragon's blood, the Bond will be complete... The bonded rider will obtain power, loyalty, respect, and affection...as well as the star dragon's capabilities to travel into open space without external protection of extreme temperatures, oxygen supplies. <br/>This greatly enhances the ability to train dragon...as well as Empowers the Rider to be completely and utterly dependent of any other ship for life support or travel. <br/>In oder to keep and sustain the abilities, dragon's blood will be required to be regularly consumed every other day.... but most dragons will find it pleasant and a sign of affection. Feeding often is encouraged as it builds trust, as it is strangely how young dragon's socialize and play...which can be a bit savage, rough and slightly cruel. Dragons by nature are quite savage and their sense of affection is very different than most other races and customs. <br/>An abrupt viscious smack to the face, Tug on the ears or hair, over even crack of a whip, or riding crop, to catch their attention and other acts of dominants will be received as readily as their favorite treats, or shiny objects.... many younger dragons require a lot of attention and it is better to keep a strict firm hand before they intentionally go out of their way to pick fights, or create enough havoc to force their riders hands....which can be extremely dangerous for both dragon and rider. <br/>Even in human form, Young dragons are extremely curious, prone to wonder and cannot stand being left alone or ignored. Leashes are a good tool to not only to prevent them from wondering off, but also serve to calm and comfort them, and serve as constant awareness of the contact of their riders presence. <br/>Dragons do not like being alone at anytime, and may even prefer sleeping in cages in the same room, or sleeping on the floor tied to the corner of the bed. <br/><br/></div></blockquote></div></div></div><br/>Going to the general waste dumping area, she ripped them meticulously to small pieces, as she sat at the space-trash container, that would soon be emptied into the vast space to take in and decompose all this waste.<br/><br/><div style="text-align: center;">***</div><br/><div style="background-color:#000000; border:1px solid black; margin:10px 10px; padding-left: 5px; padding-right: 5px;"><span style="color: #FF0000"><div style="text-align: center;">***</div></span><br/><br/><span style="font-weight: bold"><span style="color: #BF0000"><span style="font-size: 110%; line-height: 116%;"><br/>In a neighbouring stellar constelation, a corner of the universe, where the sunlight never shone upon, and even the moon dimmed blood red, casting everlasting darkness upon all the planets... <br/>and a vast coldness whirled throughout all space... </span><br/></span></span><br/>Still, the Inhabitants did not mind the sun never shining upon them, for they had artificial light and heat sources.<br/>A planet moved slowly on an orbit... a dark reddish glow was cast on everything on the surface... <br/>Moving closer, the surface was a coating of blood red scaly machinery parts, watchtowers, buildings, very much reminding of a spaceship integrated into the surface of the planet, and covering it wholly.<br/>A large, blood red tower glowed in the distance - if you moved closer you can see the glow intensify - if the outer perimeter had the color of dried blood, this tower had the fresh drained bloody glow. <br/><br/>This was the castle of the Blood Queen. It was apparent that her favourite color was red. As usual, she sat on the tallest point in the tower, watching the numerous screens of holograms and plasma screens, like she would watch a drama. Occassionally, she still would go downstairs, to have fun with some of her pets or concubines. But not this time. <br/>Quiet like a shadow - for he was a shadow - a butler stood on the side, only a ripple now and then in the artificial light signified him being actually there. His task was simple, being Queen Zarathustras eyes, arms and legs.<br/><br/><span style="font-style: italic"><span style="color: #FF0000">"Igor"</span></span> a mesmerizing voice, that had angels sing and demons weep, called the shadowy butler. <br/><span style="font-style: italic"><span style="color: #404040">"Missstresss" </span></span>His voice was a rough, crispy whisper. Flickering, the shadow appeared now close to the throne, where Zarathustra sat, her hands playing with a silver, glittering chain. <br/><br/>This chain lead down to a collar, binding an alluring female in her twenties, with black hair and ice-blue eyes. Her name was Mishay, and she showed an expression of deep venerance towards the Blood Queen. <br/><br/><span style="color: #FF0000">"You know, I will go into hibernation for a while."</span> A slim hand pointed at her slightly protruding belly, covered by a blood red dress. <br/><span style="color: #FF0000">"I have the feeling, this child will be the one I am looking for. Nothing can go wrong, while I am preoccupied with my new soon to be vessel."</span> Her voice sounded like a lover finally meeting her true mate.<span style="font-style: italic"><br/><br/><span style="color: #408080"> "Yess."</span></span> The shadow whispered.<br/><br/><span style="color: #FF0000"><span style="font-size: 110%; line-height: 116%;">"All these years after my first child, it has been only males, males, <span style="font-style: italic">males</span>!" </span></span>the mesmerizing voice hinted frustration, and the shadow flickered, while the Blood Queen tugged at the chain, making the chained female wail in agony, as the silver spikes on her collar dug deep into her neck. Still, the slave girl only showed an elated expression, her eyes following the glittering silver of the chain and mesmerized by the flowing and sparkling dress of her misstress. The agony was gone, replaced by a slightly hypnotized grin.<br/><br/><span style="color: #FF0000">"Go, Igor, and prepare everything needed for my hibernation! And dont forget to keep track for me on everything.. while I am recovering." </span>she issued, then added after a while of thinking: <span style="color: #FF0000"><br/>"And bring Nathaniel over! Let that old coot impregnate more of my Vampire Sisters instead of messing with the greasy drow creatures! His Norne life will be over soon, I need more powerful offspring, before he dies!"</span>A frown appeared on her blemish free face, as the shadow bowed and took off. <span style="font-style: italic"><span style="color: #FF0000"><span style="font-size: 100%; line-height: 116%;"><br/>"How dare that thing trick me for a whole millenium into thinking he was impotent... Oh how many more chances at a perfect offspring would I have had if I knew ...!"</span></span></span><br/><br/><br/>Stroking her belly, the ancient vampiress whispered:<br/><span style="color: #FF0000"><span style="font-style: italic">" This time it will be a girl... definitely! I can feel it. The same cool and calm feeling as I had Zarafina!"</span></span> She giggled a little, tugging the chain closer and stepped on the female slaves face mercilessly while she continued the talk. <br/><span style="color: #FF0000"><span style="font-style: italic">"Ah ah, you most cunning, worthless, hopeless of my children ... how could I forget about you for a quarter of a millenium? You interesting child! You had laid low to grow your powers? Splendid, splendid.. I should say, but why is it <span style="font-weight: bold">Norne </span> powers you grow but Vampire ones! "</span></span> In playful wailing she shook her head and put her hands on her cheeks.<br/><br/><span style="font-style: italic"><span style="color: #FF0000">"Having a perfectly able and resilent body, but not one of my abilities! Not drinking blood! As stubborn as your father, that wuss! If I had known, I would have drowned you in blood in my belly! Oh, the agony! No wonder they say you should abort your first child! " </span></span><br/>The Blood Queen smacked her lips, while her eyes glittered possessively. <span style="color: #FF0000"><span style="font-style: italic">"But at least you got the apperance of your mother, right! Even more now! So beautiful! Ahaha.. If only you could be awakened... "</span></span> She giggled slightly. <br/><span style="color: #FF0000"><span style="font-style: italic">"Yes, I have given you a tasty snack as a present. So you can't resist... Nobody can resist this.<br/> <span style="font-size: 120%; line-height: 116%;">AHAHAHA~</span>"</span></span> She tugged the chain to her, and the surprised slave flew right at her bosom, while the Queen dug her elongated nails deep into the slaves chest flesh, as her eyes turned bloodshot and purplish-red.<br/><span style="color: #FF0000"><span style="font-style: italic"><span style="font-size: 120%; line-height: 116%;"><br/><br/>"What a nice aroma!<br/>How poisonously delicious...! <br/>Nobody can resist it...! <br/>Not even you..! <br/>Awaken, Zarafina...!<br/>Awaken..! <br/>Or die trying..! <br/>My perfect...<br/>body!<br/>My...<br/><br/>Future! "<br/> </span></span></span><br/>each heavy breath of hers was followed by a ripping sound of flesh and a stiffle wailing from the slave, which wore a mouthpiece to stifle her pained screams. <br/>Blood splashed and washed over the Blood Queens face and body, as she slowly dug in her nails into chunks of soft flesh, and ripped them out mercilessly, before crushing them in her hands to pieces. <br/>Bits of flesh and blood splattered and drenched her dress. <br/>The clothing seemed to have a mind on its own, as small lapping and suckling noises were heard from it while the bloodstains vanished slowly from the floor and the skin of the Blood Queen Zarathustra. <br/><br/><span style="color: #FF0000"><span style="font-size: 120%; line-height: 116%;"><span style="font-style: italic">"AHAHAHAHAHA ~" </span></span></span><br/><br/>The wails and laughter continued for some minutes, until a skeleton, with only some bits of flesh and a tint of blood left on it, was thrown outside of the tower, just to land with a smack on a pile of already shattered bones. The weight of the pile seemed to have reached a capacity, and a mechanism opened. Similar to a giant mouth it sucked in all the dried and shattered skeletons, as if they had never been there, leaving just a few bloodstains, barely visible on the dark red floor.<br/><br/>The Queen licked her lips, as if sated after a nice meal, even though she had never drunk from the corpse. She swiveled a crystal glass of red liquid in her hand and took a sip elegantly, while muttering: <br/><span style="color: #FF0000">"Dragon blood is the best... grow nicely my child. I dont want another failure like your sister!"<br/><br/></span>In reminiscence, the ruthlessness in her ephemerally beautiful face vanished for a second and she revealed a sudden look of concern, almost making her look angelic...<br/><span style="color: #FF0000">"Why are you still not drinking blood, Zarafina? Are you not afraid, that you will die just after half a millenium years? Your lifespan is reaching an end... my child, you need to drink blood..."</span> suddenly her face features distorted, while turning vile and bloodthirsty:<br/><span style="color: #FF0000"><span style="font-style: italic">"I know! It is the fault of all those livestock around you... Why are you trying to play friends with your slaves? Didn't I teach you not to have feelings for pets?<br/>After I have cleaned up all those disturbances around you... you will drink blood and awaken!"</span></span> Her red eyes glowed in the darkness, as she focussed onto a special hologram, where a red haired Blood Hunter Norva was sitting and calmly reading a book.<br/><span style="color: #FF0000"><span style="font-size: 110%; line-height: 116%;"><br/>"Kek keh heh heh heh..! Dont worry! When I am finished birthing your sister, I will visit you! <br/><br/><br/>Keh heh heh heh heh..."</span></span><br/><br/><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="color: #FF0000">***</span></div></div><br/><br/><div style="background-color:#404040; border:1px solid black; margin:10px 10px; padding-left: 5px; padding-right: 5px;"><div style="text-align: center;">***</div><br/>Serafima was frowning, as a cold shiver ran down her spine. She was not sure if it was the fault of the ice cold room temperature, some precognition, or the book she was reading. <br/>It titled<span style="font-weight: bold"> "How to raise a masochistic pet."</span> <br/><br/>Scratching her head, she found most of the things in there confusing. But she had figured out a few rules.<br/><br/>1. Things that are punishment in normal eyes, are a form of reward.<br/>2. Things that are reward in normal eyes are a form of punishment.<br/><br/>Slightly tapping her forehead with her index finger, she muttered: <br/><span style="color: #FF4040">"So.. basically: If you do well, I'll hit you a little. If you do very good I'll hit you a lot? Or give a treat? What if you dont do well.. I dont hit you? Ignore you - wait, that would be also liked, no...?"</span> she flipped some pages. <span style="color: #FF4040">"Here it is.. <span style="font-style: italic">'abandon play'?</span> What in nine hells is that.."</span> <br/>Sighing defeatedly, she closed the book. <br/><span style="color: #FF4040">"A bunch of nonsence. He just needs proper discipline and a bit of old school raising."</span><br/>Yesterday, she had read the more useful book about <span style="font-weight: bold">"Raising kids with discipline"</span> <br/>One of the sentences she committed to memory was: <br/><span style="font-style: italic">~It is no use, to just let the kids develop freely - they will be easily swayed by depraved and hedonistic sidetraps. Not teaching to distinguish from right and wrong, they easily get trapped by sweet voices of depravity, and the constant nagging of their parents only drops on closed ears and eyes.<br/>Without a guiding hand that treats them harshly when they did wrong and rewards them when they performed well, they can often stray on a path of no return. A good butt whipping now and then is good for blood circulation as well as showing them that they have crossed a line.~</span><br/>This conformed very well with the military discipline, and her own beliefs. <br/>But what bothered her, is if what she had read this past week was true or bogus? She would have to try for herself.<br/><br/><br/><div style="text-align: center;">***</div></div><br/><br/><div style="text-align: center;">***</div><br/><br/>A week passed<br/><br/>This time, the young dragon was led into an almost bare room. It was another 'dragon safe' room, similar to the one room with one bed and one sink he had spent the last week in.<br/>He still was bathed and fed - for nobody wanted him to smell or look bad. and IF he resisted food, he would be force fed or set on a drip this time, not leaving him to choose. Still, nobody talked to him and nobody was allowed to see him.<br/>The Blood Huntress hoped, that he had enough time to think about her words this time.<span style="font-style: italic">~ If he has not realized that his small minded outbursts just make it worse, then he really is a hopeless case.~</span>She sighed inwardly as she eyed the male with red eyes, that would be chained to a corner of the room.<br/>The Blood Huntress was in full gear: She did not have much time, as in the last days, the attacks have been quite frequent and the scouts needed to be tracked and shot down before their fleet would be discovered !<br/>Her Cape and Overall was bordeaux red this time, just a tint darker that her hair , which was once again bound, cascading down her back.<br/>Only her eyes glowed in a reddish glow, as she leaned at a wall across the dragon and did not say anything.<br/>This time she did not initiate smalltalk with the troublemaker. Instead she coldly eyed him as Snow was finally brought in.<br/><br/>Serafima was a little pressed on time, but this served her just well.<br/>She coldly crossed the distance, grabbed his chain, yanking him forward. Sweeping his legs with a swift motion, the hunter brought him down on the floor. Stepping on his solar plexus, she continued from what they left off for a bit, before she diminished enough weight to let him speak - but he would have to put in effort to do so.<br/><br/><span style="color: #FF4040"><span style="font-style: italic">"You have a last chance."</span> </span><br/><br/><div style="text-align: center;">***</div>