Sorry, school is mean ?_?))
The wagon rolled to a stop, and shouts came from outside. "Open that darn door! We have a livin' drag here!" a man hollered, and Samala recognised his voice. THe man with the knife. The sound of metal creaking followed, and the cart moved forward. The bumpy gravel they had been driving on smoothed, and they hit asfault. The tarp was torn open, and the level of light suprised the dragoness. She had not realised it was so early in the morning. Light doesn't come through a tarp that well, now does it?
A man threw a rope on Samala's neck, and dragged her, hissing and growling, out of the cart. Samala flopped onto the ground, the chains still pulling on her legs. They men pressed a small, stick like object into a hole at the end of the chain and it made a clicking noise, before growing limp and releasing Samala.
More men with ropes were coming. She had to act fast. The lightning dragon hissed, and unfolded its wings. SNAP! A whip. Again. Her body was pulled down, and something smacked her head. She drifted into peaceful darkness.
Clunk. Clunk. "WAkE UP YA STUPID BEAST!" A voice growled, and Samala's eyes shot open. "Wha?" she asked, and shook her head. She was in a cage. superb.. she thought sarcastically. Although the cage was a primitive structure, it was strong. She had been brought into a large, airy room, with a red carpet and a burning fireplace. It looked like a giant house.
"Greetings dragon," A voice echoed, and a man emerged from the shadows in a corner. "Oh, what a lovely entrance dear dork," Samala sneered, and the man chuckled. He was tall, lean, and had neatly combed brown hair. His clothes were exorbitant - leather shorts with an intricatly embroidered vest.
"Welcome to the Main Camp,"
;-; too tired to color today))