Neltharion turned his back to the slender, crimson form, snarling triumphantly. "Now what to do with you, my slave...?" his voice ringed.<br/><br/>He grinned darkly to the other dragoness, gesturing to a pair of drakonoid to approach, instructing them to remove her muzzle. Neltharion did not fear her flames, nor her mindless monologues. In fact, he awaited her to open her big mouth, already readying a ringed gag just out of sight. The muzzle slipped from her skull... And the first thing he expected was her petty lips to begin her mindless berating...<div class="messageTextEndMarker"> </div>