Not far from where he stood, the drake could smell the odor of a dragon that did not belong; Kyrigosa, the same dragoness that had spent years hampering Nefarian's efforts... Years freeing slaves before they even arrived at the mountain. Years killing any young scout unlucky enough to be her target.<br/><br/>But now, she was in chains. Perhaps she had finally met her match and been brought down low. Perhaps she had simply been caught off guard. One wouldn't know without asking, though she would likely never answer.<br/><br/>Then the putrid, rotting smell of Nefarian's own form struck his nostrils as the undead Lord of Blackrock Mountain strode into view ever so smugly, looking down at where Kyrigosa was dragged in by an obviously overburdened drakonid.<br/><br/>Elementium bound her, bruises and burns covered her body, and cum stained her blue scales. It would seem whoever had been cunning or brutish enough to defeat her had already claimed his prize...<br/><br/>No matter, Nefarian's words were a welcoming at a chance to feast. "Send her to  Xilintharian."<div class="messageTextEndMarker"> </div>