Taming Dragons..... Mistress Needed ...1x1 Open

Shani wasn't actually one for large, impressive displays of power. Not usually. She preferred hers to be the understated, sexy, deliberately lethal kind. She wore power like a cloak, wore heat and pain and respect like accessories. Shani was old and didn't need over-stated, fancy possessions to prove it. Except well... in this case. The vampiress had need of such to make a point. Really, that's what she was doing. It was like dressing well.

Shani Potestas had a meeting with a fellow leader, a coven master from a city away, coming to discuss business with her. He was bringing an... entourage. Now, truthfully, she knew she was just as strong as him, just as ridiculously above the rest of the chattel, but it had been some time since they'd last spoken. Typically, as a show of her confidence, the ancient would meet him alone. She would wear something tasteful, she would highlight her sinfully feminine physique, she would keep her hair up and showcase her delicious neck. But this meeting was one of those where the whole city was invited. Carson was bringing his entourage, complete with men at arms, pleasure slaves, worker slaves, personal slaves, house slaves, entertainment slaves, gladiators and an array of exotic creatures. It was a display. It was a blatant display. Could she honestly show up to the party with nothing but her flawless skin tone and come-hither eyes? No. But she had a great while to prep for it, and her personal entourage wasn't yet complete.

So there she sat, in the audience at the auction, looking for a couple of brilliant additions to her collection.

And there, like a gift, he appeared. A brilliant addition.

He gleamed like polished pearl, like shiny diamonds under the harsh lights of the stage where he was paraded about. He was a perfect pet, he walked on the leash and he... shifted. Into a fantastic, beautiful, silver-haired humanoid. Oh, oh that was... That was decadent and yummy and Shani bid. She bid until nobody else did and he belonged to her. He was escorted out after it was all over- she'd collected a few others during the auction, but they were easily shipped off to her home compound- because he was special. She was even gifted the special instructions and she smiled. Nice. Of course, the ring was a little... gauche. Well, she could have that adjusted later. She knew enough people of the magical sort. A single nod of her head and she took the leash, tugging softly to get him to turn in her direction. He would make a lovely addition.

Shani smiled at him, softly. But she didn't really need to talk to him. 'Come along. I don't have time for dawdling today, alright? Let's go. I have a car outside that's going to take us home. I just have some papers to sign and some money to fork over for your acquisition. I'm sure you won't mind waiting.'

The ancient continued her walk down the hall, tugging the rather unhappy-seeming dragon along behind her. And oh, yes, she knew what he was. A dragon. He'd make a rather splendid showing when Carson arrived to discuss a rather pressing topic. She had time, though. She had time to train him, to figure it all out, to make sure that he was worthy of all the money she had just spent on him. It was no small sum, she knew. Hopefully his brightly shining scales and his mane of brilliant hair and his rather lovely body would be enough to bolster the confidence of her staff. 

She watched him fondle the chain extending from his harness to her palm. He tugged and tampered while still silently following it, needing the guide as he'd hidden his face from all with that magnificent hair. Like that would protect him, ha. What would protect him from the touches of others was the implied threat in his ownership by Shani. Nothing would save him from their fascinated stares unless she made it obvious that she didn't care for them. But, truth be told, she didn't mind. And parted of her wanted their attention on the pair, wanted them to see what she had procured, and perhaps inform her upcoming guest, let her reputation precede her.

The vampire bundled him- gently enough- into the car, more than prepared to have a calm, civil ride back to her compound.

She even went quickly back inside to sign the paperwork for his procurement with a swift hand and a smile, fairly happy with her purchase. He was new, but that had never bothered her before. During the trip, they could have a discussion, perhaps.

Or so she thought. Until her sensitive ears caught the unmistakable 'crack' of fracturing bulletproof glass. Her jaw clenched in rigid annoyance and all thoughts of civility fled her mind. She was waved into the vehicle by her driver, but she held up a finger, beckoning him not to close the door behind her as she inserted herself into the space. She was met with snarls and attitude. 'You will learn, slave, that I may treat you however I see fit. And since you have made it apparent that you wish to behave like a petulant, useless, destructive animal, I will treat you even worse.' Her voice was deadly quiet, barely above a whisper, the growl in her tone so thick the words were almost indistinguishable from the fury that rasped past extended fangs.

Without preamble and with a speed the given due of her generation, she snatched up his chain, coiled it around her fist and summarily yanked him from the confines of her limo to the outside pavement. A lightning 'snap' of her fingers and a sharp gesture, the trunk popped open- thanks to her driver, used to such- and the vampire continued to man-handle the dragon in her care. Her powerful fingers wrapped into the thick weight of the collar and the slim strength of the band of chain around his waist, easily using leverage and her ancient strength to physically shove him into the confines of the smaller space. She refrained from actually hurting him, from laying into him with blows, choosing to close the trunk with a glare, instead. A calming breath later, and she slipped into the limo, sipping some bottled water and listening to the distressed noises coming from behind her with a wicked smile. Let his education begin early. It would take much longer than her car ride for him to burst from the reinforced alloys that her vehicle was made of. Oh, she had no doubt that he could, if pressed, escape. But it would hold him long enough for her to get home.

The driveway to her home shortly came into view and she radioed up to Benson- her driver- that they should take the longer path to the stables. Oh yes, she was going there with it. The large structure appeared in the windows moments later and a grin widened her full lips, oddly looking forward to what was about to happen. Her stablemaster emerged from the barn with a smile and a wave, always happy to see her and eager to please. On more than one occasion... well, he had pleased her sexually, though neither of them made a particularly large fuss over it. They were friends. Even if he worked for her. His eyebrows raised at the movements she made toward the trunk, popping the latch on it with the press of a button and looking down on her newest acquisition with blatant disdain on her face. She valued his spirit, his demeanor; she needed it focused on the world at large, she needed him devoted to her like the rest of her company was. And he would be, she would make sure of that. Starting with this.

'Get out!' she barked at him, stepping back and making a sharp motion with her hand, in no mood for further misbehavior. Time to see just how quick her new pet learned.

Her dragon- and yes, she could call him that, now that she owned him- had such a flair for the dramatic. Wild escape gestures, pointed threats and heated glares and snarls. She might have said 'death threats' save for the fact that ripping her throat out wouldn't actually kill her. She would be pissed as hell, though, so that was something. Something to avoid, though he didn't know that that was more for his benefit than her own. She idly wondered, while sipping her beverage in the car, if he realized that the ride in the trunk was more for his benefit than her own, also. Unlikely, considering his behavior when he was released.

Certainly, she noted that he'd ceased his vehement, insistent struggles in the back only a short period into the drive, but by no means took that for acceptance. Still, the vampire was surprised when he leapt from the rear of the limo like a prize stallion racing for the finish line. Where would he go? She wondered this as he made it obvious he was attempting to get away, preceding it with a series of defensive attacks designed to drive the threats back. They were wild motions, unpracticed and imperfect. Clearly, his comfort zone was not in this humanoid shape, but the other one, the 'real' one he kept promising to get back to. That wouldn't happen unless she wished it, and right now, she didn't. He was being impetuous and rude. She wasn't about to reward that with something he wanted. Especially not after the little stunt with the exit.

Her face showed the tinge of shock as she stepped back from him, lowering into a half-crouch as he called off the punching and instead tried hiding, taking the chain with him. A growl rumbled out of her throat in disapproval, washing over the crowd and chilling her companions, who were much more familiar with the sound than he was. It took every ounce of control she possessed not to heft up the vehicle and slam it back down to scare the shit out of him. Either that, or lifting it to get to him, though that option was less feasible, considering the timing... Unless she wanted to flip the limo over like an upturned turtle or aramdillo. Flashy, but ultimately a waste.

He emerged a moment later, perhaps thinking that having the solidity of the vehicle between them would somehow prevent her coming after him. In all honesty, she considered pursuit. She contemplated using her incredible speed to leap the distance between the two of them and crush him under her heel... Until he did something rather interesting that gave her a peek into a piece of him. He didn't like audiences. She could tell. His entire demeanor adjusted once he finally noticed that people noticed he was making a spectacle of himself. He didn't even look at her when he made his plea for release, as if the weight of their stares was holding him captive enough, forcing him down and back to the ground, defeated by pride. A proud dragon. She should have known. He was distraught and slightly trembling when she made her way over to him, only letting the curious stares linger for a bit longer before she dispersed the crowd.

'That's enough. Everybody who is nonessential to this creature's training may leave. Now.' It was a quiet command, but not one person continued staring at him, save her. Arms folded over her chest in idle observation, she wandered closer, the picture of calm. Inside, she was as much seething as he was, though she was a bit better about hiding it. One could see it, though, if one looked. It was written in the curve of her spine, the hard line of her full lips, the narrowing of her eyes. Shani was cross with him.

He only made it worse with his whispered threat, and she lofted an eyebrow in irritation. That... that was enough.

Smack!

The resonating crack of her hand with his face echoed around the small clearing, bouncing back from the tall barn and shed, the vibrations lingering with an almost physical presence in the air. 'Threaten me again, dragon, and I will have your tongue cut from your mouth,' she said with a hiss before rolling her shoulders, feeling a modicum of the tension drain from her with the tiny display of force. 'As for this other form you hunger for, this shape you need to destroy me... consider it extinct.' It was harsh, her words, because she could tell what being a proud, fierce dragon meant to him. So she offered the bait, the potential, the way out... Though he would never actually escape, she meant to manipulate him with ideas until she had coaxed him into enjoying the life he led like the rest of her slaves. It was a long and arduous process, it took careful consideration and attention, but given the state of the rest of her possessions and staff, it was obviously worth it.

'You cannot tell me one thing you have done to make it a remote temptation for me to allow you such a gift. Your behavior is atrocious, completely beneath me and one of your kind and I am incredibly disappointed. As far as I'm concerned, you don't deserve to wear a dragon's magnificent body, and won't. Probably ever.' He didn't know. He had no idea that she had plans for him. But her timeline was her own, and it would not influence the process. They had to bond. He had to need her. And right now, the only thing he wanted besides freedom was his other skin. She had the keys. He had to need her. He had to make it worth her while. But until he was willing to try...

'Benson, prepare a stable for this one,' she said coolly, not bothering to look back at the stable master, focusing her gaze on the pale dragon, content in the knowledge that he would do as she asked without even raising an eyebrow.