Silven turned about and dismounted shooing his Saberfang away.  The beast disappeared in a flash of light and smoke leaving the shadow priest alone in Terokkar forest.  His feet stepping down caused decay with every step and his eyes were constantly searching for some type of Alliance prey.  Finding none he turned his head back to Shattrath and wondered if he should post up there and wait for someone to leave the woods.  Never having been one for camping, he shrugged and sat down with his back against a tree which amazingly didn't rot at his touch.  The black cloth of his robes had been dirtied from his ride and reaching down he dusted them off before noticing the beat of wings nearby.  Two fel orcs both mounted on Netherdrakes were flying back toward Shadowmoon Vale and seeing a perfect opportunity to get something a bit more unique than a windrider.  Silven cast a mind flay at the pair.<br/><br/>The thick blue beam shot out from his hands as he made the hand symbol required for the magic.  One of the orcs let out a loud scream of pain which echoed in the forest before he fell to his demise and his partner flew down to find the source of the magic.  The netherdrake now without a rider darted off to Shadowmoon vale to find another rider worthy of it, while the second fel orc came down next to Silven who was already channeling for another spell.  "You were foolish to come here, but I was expecting you to do so.  Now, you shall know pain and death."<br/><br/>"You are the fool.  You can not stand up to our might!"  The fel orc laughed as he dismounted and both he and the drake rushed Silven. Not expecting that the being in front of them was actually a priest and knew the mind control spell.  The drake's head reared back into a roar at the spells cast before turning and eviscerated it's former master.  Silven called the drake over and offered it his hand to show that there was respect before releasing the spell.  The drake roared and moved to devour Silven, before Silven's hand rushed out once more and was placed slowly onto the drake's mouth.  It stopped immediately confused by the gesture and waited for Silven to speak.<br/><br/>"You are free of the binds put onto you by Illidan or the Burning Legion or however held you captive.  Instead know now that I have set you free and I respect your power noble creature."  Silven performed a bow to the netherdrake who looked down at the odd priest before returning the bow himself and nodding.<br/><br/>"So indeed you have freed me from the Fel Orc's savage bridle.  I consent to one of your desires."  The drake pulled back up and waited for Silven to speak his desire at which point Silven asked him to be his flying mount.  The drake nodded in response and opened it's mouth producing a whistle to summon him whenever he wanted to fly.  Silven nodded in response and bowed once more, before clambering up onto the dragon's back and taking off.  He sensed other members of the horde were gathering in Shattrath now and thought maybe it was time to speak with a few before returning to his hunt.  On his return to Shattrath there was a general outcry of distress seeing the Netherdrake land inside of the walls and Vindicators rushed to subdue what they thought to be a ferocious beast.  Silven looked down at them from his saddle on the creature and shook his head at the collection of Draeni who were helding maces and guns.<br/><br/>"Ashenmore!  What is the meaning of this?"  The Captain cried out brandishing his mace as if it could harm him.<br/><br/>"Meaning of what?  All I see are you haressing me over my mount, perhaps I should report this incident to A'dal?"  Silven said with venom in his voice as the Netherdrake looked upon the Draeni as if they were a tasty meal.  They moved back and growled.<br/><br/>"We're watching you Ashenmore."  They replied quickly and ran off like dogs to their master to report the incident themselves.  Several Scyrers whom were Silven's allies laughed heartily at the incident and Silven gave them a wave before leading his dragon through the streets of Shattrath heading toward the flight master where he sensed a Tauren druid whom was rather renowned for smashing open gnomes' heads.<br/><br/>"Otoahhastis!"  Silven called out moving his drake next to the female tauren.  "What brings the fabled Gnome smasher to Shattrath?"   He asked pleasantly enough, but was truly only seeking information on any alliance that might be outside of Shattrath's walls.