Rising of the Siren

[ParamountKeymaster]

Encompassing... entrancing... it was a feeling unlike any other, and one of pure bliss that the dragon could not bear to imagine the end of. It was scared. Scared that those thoughts of confusion, isolation and lack of purpose would return. And the music was its only solace.

Every note was a warm embrace that swept away those fears.

Every pause was an infinite silence that threatened to consume it in its own loneliness.

It... It couldn't see an end... It refused to...

No...

It had nothing. Nothing except the music! That was its alone!

Just as Forsaken's song drew to a close, the dragon opened its mouth and pierced the atmosphere with a furious roar. It stood, wings unwrapping to their full size, and slammed a hand down on Forsaken, gently, merely with the intention to pin rather than crush. Once it had her in its clawed grip, the dragon immediately brought its wings down, propelling it and its catch into the sky, where it turned around and flew like a flash towards the north mountains.

[DMis]

The blue dragon moved too quick for the siren to react as she let out a shriek as she was carried off. All she could do was scream and wiggle in the clutches of the dragon.

[ryocker]

Crona stared in shock, immediately tensing up. "Ragnarok."

"I already saw," the black being growled, erupting from Crona's back. Ragnarok shifted into his lesser known dragon-form, its wings flapping as Crona took off into the sky. "Anything to make sure of Master's safety."

"Anything at all," Crona finished. An odd aura encompassed the two, as though the trance that puth them under her control also empowered them, more easily linking their minds together. They were in perfect sync.

And that alone, was a terrifying prospect.