Her displeasure rose at the inattentiveness of the hatchling, but she still answered.<br/><br/><span style="color: #FF4040">"That is exactly what punishment means. You just have not been properly punished in your short life yet."</span>she clarified. Her observations had indeed confirmed her suspicions - the brat neither listened nor was able to have a decent communication. Forget about bonding, making him behave would be a chore.<br/><br/><br/>The Norva grabbed the swatting brazen hand of the dragon, almost automatically twisting it, so that it gave a small cracking noise. It probably was not broken, but the audacity of this brat to try to fight back with her was unbelievable!<br/><br/>The silver chain snaked again and made a slithering slapping with clanging noise across Snows face, just as he started to spew another row of insults.<br/><br/><span style="color: #FF4040">"Oops." </span>A cold snort escaped her.<span style="color: #FF4040">"My hand slipped." </span>The norva said dryly without any hint of apology.<br/><br/>Frowning, she straightened her back, that had been bent down a little, stepping on the unbehaving again. She let go of his hand, just to tighten the collar around his neck by pulling at the chain.<br/><span style="color: #FF4040">"How about you eat your own words?"</span>she mocked, while a part of the long silver chain was painfully slapped across Snows body.<span style="color: #FF4040"><br/>"All your - teasing-  about somebody being worthy of you...how about you? .. can you even fly?"<br/></span><br/>The Norva shook her head.<br/><span style="color: #FF4040">"True, I dont know <span style="font-style: italic">what kind</span> you are, all I saw so far was: a spoiled brat."</span>she stated without mercy.<br/><span style="color: #FF4040"> But you seem to be very knowledgeable about Norva.. so tell me then, <span style="font-style: italic">what kind am I</span>? </span><br/>She smirked at the sarcasm of her own words. She had spent five hundred years to keep it<span style="font-style: italic"> under lid what kind she was</span>, and now she asked a hatchling to tell her? Shrugging her shoulders, she continued.<br/><span style="color: #FF4040">" First Lesson: Dont talk. About what. You. Dont. Know."</span>her voice was not loud, but it still found a way to trail to the dragons ears in between her physical lesson - Serafimas eyes flashed dangerously as she let the silver chain fly a few times, leaving some gashes on his arms and torso. At least he seemed livelier and listened better while in pain.<br/><br/><span style="color: #FF4040">" I said already, I dont <span style="font-style: italic">expect</span> you to understand or bond <span style="font-style: italic">me</span> "</span>she chuckled at her own joke.<br/>She'd rather die than experience the humilation of forced bonding again...<span style="font-style: italic">~one day.. if I survive this, I will pay it back to all of them- with interest! ~</span>Even if she herself was broken, her mind would never break.<br/>She trailed off again, thinking about Snows words around a week ago - based on the pain a Norva recieved by the contracts, was it true that the Blood Queen went insane after a dragon contact broke down?...At least Norva had a way of protecting themselves against the intimacy of the blood and mental links: The mental pain recieved by a severing of those could be transferred into physical pain and vice versa. It was not any less painful, but it was controllable.<br/><br/>Coming back to reality she frowned - what was up with her today? Was she too tired from the last sleepless weeks of preparation? Why did she even bother to talk and give so much weight to his words?<br/><br/>While she had been thinking the silver chain had made a few other painful red lines under the dragons clothes. About as many as sentences she had said. The chain was only as thick as a grown up's little finger - but it was sturdy and had enchantments with the ability to conduct magic. Like a cable that would conduct electricity - if she poured some inside.<br/><br/><span style="font-style: italic">~ I wonder, since he can make his own part of bond link, if he can survive a full out mental power blow from you?~ </span>a scienti-curious devil wispered in her thoughts. She wound up the chain, deciding against a test. Spending her power right now was a foolish idea. Stepping down from the male finally she controlled him by keeping him on a very short leash.<br/><span style="font-style: italic">~Hmph. Lets treat it as a pet -since human speech does not work. My own fault this time, but he still dares to talk nonsense. ~ </span><br/><br/><span style="color: #FF4040">"Sit." </span>The silver chain made a metallic noise at the floor, as she spoke the command.<br/>At least she had a little experience in raising wolves... Wolves were smart creatures, and usually one demonstration of total dominance as the Alpha would be enough for them to not act up ever again. It did not even need to be a violent one.<br/>A pity it didnt work with this one - or maybe she was not dominant enough? Would she really have to beat him half to death before he accepted his fate? She had no experience in raising<span style="font-style: italic">strange </span>pets.<br/>And the humans under her wing raised themselves. It was practical.<br/><br/><span style="font-style: italic">~ Hmm-  train? ~</span>an interesting idea raised the corner of her lips slightly, while she took out her intercom, and typed a small message to her team inside.<br/>It might be a good idea to get out and blow of some steam in her 'Shadow' before the real fight... though she probably would not have too much time to 'just' have fun, before she needed to take care of enemy scouter ships. Her intercom pager had vibrated two or three times now, but she did not read the messages - there was still some time for that later.