Trouble with a dragon

(This post is not welcomed for others but you may read if you wish but please no one else post in this topic but me an anouther character im going to make)

Zeara was working on her earth element when she came across a lost baby shadow dragon. This was an odd sight since shadow dragons, especially baby ones were more of the rarer types of dragons. Zeara knew this an she tried to approtch it with great caution. In doing so baby dragon became spooked an ran off into a small cave. She noticed it was running akwardly, its right wing was broken, thus allowing it unable to fly. clealy something else in the passe must have attacked the poor thing.

Zearadine fallowed him into the hidden cave. She lost sight of the dragon or so she thought until she saw him on the edge of where the cave ended. his claws were dug onto the edge. she slowly got closer an frightened him "i just want to help you" she whispered. Since the dragon clearly wasnt hers it didnt listen an began to slip.
At the bottom of the cave their were sharp spikes awaiting for his fall. She reached out her hand an tried to stretch for his paw. she barly touched him as he hissed at her. The young dragon fell an zeara watched in horror as the spike spired his little body.

the smell of its blood was everywhere an the sight was shameful as she could not bare to watch any longer. she turned her head away an their by the entrance of once she entered stood a large female dragon its angry nostrills flaring with anger.
Zeara knew this wouldnt be good an slowly walked forward to approutch the dragon, her knees shaking.

Pharen glared at th young adult that stood infront of her with discust. She was the last to touch the baby shadow dragon before it died, making her responsible for its death. You...How Dare You she said in a loud bold, magestic voice. Her tail was sharper than other other dragon of her species. Pharen swung it a few times an directed it to her throat. Because of your stupidity of fallowing that dragon I Pass judgement of three whips upon yours for knowing better than to chase after a small dragon. You show know better than that! Her voice was firm an furious as she stated her punishment. Pharen would have no screaming or begging for mercy with this one. She wasnt heartless but hearing pain an suffering would make it slightly more difficult.

Pharen took a singer claw an pricked her throat with it. This allowed her to remove her voice temperallily. I demand you set you weapons afar an remove your shirt, so I may get this over an done with.

Zeara had no choice let alone say in the matter if she wanted her voice back she was going to have to do as she asked. Her large appearence was unsteading to take in for she was greater than any other blue dragon. Zeara walked off an removed her bow an arrows along with the sword that was attatched to her hip. She lay her weapons on the ground an motioned back to the dragon taking a dry gulp of nervousness. Her tail looked threatning an overwelhmingly unsatisfing to look at.

Zeara removed her shirt an held it accross her chest covering her breasts. She gave one glace at the dragon before turning around from her growl of impatients. Yes she knew the rules an what was exspected but never dd she think she would be caught in such a mess. The rules themself were unfair but in a way avenging of the death the baby dragon suffered. # slashes didnt seem to bad an she thought she deserved worse.

She lay down on her stomach an pulled her hair off to the side out of the way an awaited the first strike.

Pharen blew a mist of ice upon her tail from her tramendous mouth, causing her tail to freeze an sharpen even more so. This was to make things more painful for the young woman an less bloody for herself. She gently glaced her tail against her back the icy cool gave shivers down her flesh. She could as so feel a sence of calmness with in her an whiped her tail across her back in great speed leaving a large scratch on her naked back side.

Zeara tried to let ut a blistering scream that made her lungs burn but was unable to. She could know see that one was way to many an 3 was going to be a harsh number. The cut against her back wasnt as thick as if felt but it stung. She wasnt sure but she could have sworn she was bleeding already. she tried to beg for anouther punishment but saw the reason for removing her voice at the time.

One! The dragon called. In a way she was glad she was feeling the pain an in anouther she was disapointed it had to come to this. Since Pharen is the justice of keeping the dragons inline it was also her duty to pay back to the last person, in this case to fear an respect what she had done. Killing a dragon in any manner, even if it wasnt their fault still resulted in punishment. it did seem a bit harsh no matter what way anyone looked at it but who ever last to touch the dragon before death would have to pay. Especaily since the dragon was not hers.

Pharen atuomaticly swung again strinking her for the seccond time. Two she called out. There was only one more to go an she would leave her to her pain.

Zearadine could hardly bare this treatment an squirmed about. The stink alonly grew more then before. She dug her hands into the ground using her earth element to hold herself down. Its seemed stupid that she would resist to run off but there was no point. her body was weak an helpless an It wouldnt be long before the dragon behind her would catch her then add one more for tring to run off. Zeara also didnt even have the mind of thought to leave even, she planed to take the pain of torture an condust it into loyalty.

Pharen easily saw her strain herself to take the last hit. She noticed she had the element of earth. This was not the best way to figure out her talent but she now knew she had no human strength to have take two an keep consious to stay for the next. Pharen grew an idea of responsiblity this girl would possibly take on in the future. Pharen had no intensions on holding back on the last swing an struck her as if to nock down a tree.

Pahern walked over her her head to hers. She looked deeply into her eyes an hissed at her. Your name is Zearadine, well then you've proven yourself I guess you deserve to let out your pain in groans, tears, whimmpering or whatever may come from you. Pharen smiled an let the ice on her tail melt the blood from Zearas back didnt even remain for it went with the liquid to the ground into a puddle. She returned her voice an flew into air heading toward some place more fit for her type, water. Pharen flew off with out a word.

Zeara screamed like she has never screamed before. She had choosent the wrong day to wounder about the mountains clearly. Zeara sat up holding her shirt in front of her as she didnt when she layed down. The pain was like no other, she could feel her own blood drip down her back. All she could smell was her own blood. it was nousiating. Zeara could barly stand to her feet as she walked toward her bow an arrows and sword. She slipt on her shirt an picked up her weapons placing them on herself gently her body aching. 'ouch' she muttered. She knew she had to get home as fast as possible an have bath to heal up her wounds.

Zeara headed down the mountain an for her home. their awaited a hot bath an healing herbs she grew herself awaiting her arrivle