Humans, phfffttt. Disgusting little creatures. The great white wyvern shook her scared head causing the thick chains that bound her to rattle. The day had been chill and she could feel the skin cracking beneath her scales. She was a creature from far warmer climates and the cold dreary winter of of the Core had taken its toll. Once dazing white scales had dulled while the tough hide underneath began to crack from the intense cold of the long damp miserable nights. Even the tough leather of her folded wings had suffered, the edges torn and bloody.<br/><br/>It was humiliating, to be a captive of the two-legged monkeys. But soon, soon she would be free of the tick chains and return to her rightful place in the sky. All she needed to do was wait. As much as it galled her she knew she had to get....assistance from the others. She turned her head and silently observed them, lips curling in a sneer.<br/><br/>Weak pathetic creatures. All of them. Given a chance she'd devour any number of them like the prey they were but she needed them as much as it shamed her. Just long enough to escape these wretched bindings.<br/><br/>She watched the monkeys scramble around like ants, erecting tents. It wouldn't be long now before more filthy unwashed flesh bags arrived to gawk and tease and poke things through the bars or to throw things at her once she was in the tent.<br/><br/>A man, he was a rude looking common stock, and clearly unhappy about his situation, approached the cages. Ever prepared a coiled whip was held loosely in one hand. Not that it would do much good against the savage creatures. That's why he carried a wicked little surprise. It was nearly three feet long, comprised of metal and had to large prongs at the business end and could provide quite the shock.<br/><br/>"You two," he gestured towards a small group of grunts. "star getting the beasts unloaded and into the main tent. If they give you any trouble you know what to do."