John hated this, he hated everything. He sat in his cage and watched the humans walk passed him. His wings shimmered golden in the sun and his scales reflected the bright neon light. He was a small dragon, not even the size of a horse but his cage was still too small he couldn't move his injured wing or roll his muscles. They where stiff and he lost more and more of his old strength. He was injured in combat and they put chains around him to keep him trapped, not that he would be able to run let alone fight back. They took everything away and that's was the reason why he hated the humans. No one wanted him because he was injured, weak and dubbed unfit to be trained. Because of this he wasnt well enough trained to work in the mines so they sold him to this sales man, to rot away.
Hunger and thirst made him wither over the last few months, the handlers having cut his rations. The dragon became weaker and weaker till he couldn't keep his form and changed into a human, people laughed at him and throwed things inside of his cage when the passed by. Even though he was made a laughing stock, John stood his ground and snarled back at them. He sat in the corner of his cage and growled at everyone who looked at his strange 'tattoos' which covered his left ,injured, arm. Most of the humans thought it was a tattoo but it was in fact his mating mark. He couldn't hide it and everyone could see the sharp corners and edges. Every dragon or human hid his or her marks which were usually small and simple. It was a private thing and no one should see these marks beside their other Half which John felt he would never find in this hell hole. One day a man in a long coat walked past and John looked up. He had never seen him here but something told him he was familiar.
Sherlock grumbled and glared as he was forced to look through the stalls. He had been in his lab working on a new spell when Mycroft had startled him and...caused the room to go in flames. He kicked a stone around as he walked, his brother demanding he get a pet since he wasn't going to be able to watch him and work. Sherlock was fine with the extra freedom but of course Mycroft wasn't, the fat whale creature. He got to the section for Dragons, if he was to have a pet it might as well be interesting, he reasoned. He looked at each; some were huge while other small, some were obviously bread to be pet while others were captured. He stopped infront of a blondes cadged. He had obviously turned due to being too weak to hold his form and Sherlock grinned, not only was he interesting he was still too weak to stop his testing of new spells. Brilliant. "How much for the blonde? "He asked. He looked at John's mark and tightened the bandages around his own, it looked... He shook his head slightly at the thought and waited for the shop keeper.
John watched the human pulling on the long bandage around his arm, he looked misplaced like he didnt want to be around others. The sales man came with a bright smile around the corner. " ah !… our desert dragon. I have very good price for you " he said and showed his brown teeth and his fake accent. John watched the scene and grew quiet, he knew what came next. The man used his leash to get him to move, the blond growled as he resisted but the enchanted leather of a wip hit his skin and made him yell out in pain. " you'll have your fun with him. He is strong and breaking him will be quiete a chellange. " the man said as John hung his head and his body burned with pain, forcing him into a change. His bones broke with a loud crack and his scales grew over his body. The dragon tried to breath fire towards the man but only some smoke escaped his muzzle and his heavy head dropped on the ground as his wings lay on his back as he panted heavily. " 5000 and you'll get one of these " he said and held a brand new collar and another leash out.
Sherlock looked john over and checked his scales "3780. He's obviously weak and under fed. I'll have to get him shots and he's probably got germs from this place" he said as he looked around. "Not to mention you've been exploiting him so I doubt he's social" he said and crossed his arms while looking at him. He held out ghe money in cash " do we have a deal?"he asked and went to take the leash from him
John couldn't hold his dragon form and changed back. he sat slowly up and watched the dark haired man.
" 4000 and the germs are your problem " he said with a smirk. It didn't happen oftehn that he sold such an useless dragon. he wasnteven worth the little food he have him but now he could make good money out of him. " he is used to fight so his social skills were rubbish from the beginning " he said with a shrug and place the leash and a small whip in his hands. " we have a deal I guess "
Sherlock paid him and took the materials. He put the wip on his hip and led John out " your wife is coming, you should hide your mistress"he told the salesman as he brought John out and led him to the mannor. It was almost an hour before they arrived at the mannor. It was four stories with three different wings. The house was dark stone with pillars and towering extensions. " Were here" he said as they went up the. Tree lined drive, holding the door open for him. Sherlock smiled and walked him in, glad to be away from other people . The floors were dark oak with hand carved crowning. A grand entrance stair case was in front of them with aa glass wall behind it leading to the lush gardens. " this floor is mostly for the library and the staff" he told him
the salesman grew pale and nodded. not questioning his advice.
John stood slowly up and looked at the ground and followed his new master silently. he had learned not to quiestion things. but the dragon tried to find hints where he was going to. he wasn't a slave and he would try to get away when he was healthier. the blond needed some food an then he was ready for his first try to escape.
the house was gigantic as his master talked to him he nodded. " yes master " he said slowly and tried his best to seem obedient as they walked trough the halls.
Sherlock rolled his eyes and took off the leash " my name is Sherlock. " he said as he led John up the stairs and down a decorated halk to his room. It had worn wooden floors and tacky wallpaper. A large four poster bed was by a bay window with silk drapes. " I've rung for food to be brought up. Im assuming you like meat"he said and layed on his bed with a few charms scattered around as he worked on a new spell.
John stood awkwardly ear the oposit wall of his bed and watched him practise. He had seen wizards before but never so close. John watched him curiously and wondered
What kind of horrible things he could do to him.
" my name is John master sherlock " he said quietly. How he missed a proper meal. " thank you master sherlock. Everything is fine " he said and held his left arm with the right to hide the ugly black mark
Sherlock looked up "my name is Sherlock. Not master Sherlock. Just Sherlock. There's wrapping in the drawr beside you. You can stop acting skittish. My brother just wanted me to get a pet. I have others I can test my charms on. You can use this bed at night since I don't sleep often. Do not make a mess and don't mess with my charms" he said as a surver brought in a tray of steak and potatoes with a custard for desert"that's yours" he told him as he set his curtains on fire
John quickly walked over to the drawer and bandaged his arm. he let out a deep breath and felt far more comfortable with his arm covered.
" I can sleep on the ground … it's your nest , uhm bed " he corrected quickly. John looked at the man who brought him food. but he couldn't look long at it as suddendly half of the room burned. " what have you done ?" he asked scared and ripped the curtains down and stepped with his bare feet on it to get the flames out. the fire couldn't burn his skin, it felt nice to feel the warmth again.
Sherlock shrugged "you still can. " he said and grinned as John put out the flame. "I work with the elements in my magic. " he held out his hand and a flame shaped into john, flapping wings and all. " see?"he said and let the flame move around the room. Sherlock got up and wrote down his findings quickly "I take it you haven't found a mate?" He said.
John jumped back, his back hit the wall and he looked terrified at the man on the bed. the fire tickled on his skin but it wasn't his own kind if fire.
" don't do that !" he growled in a rumbling sound.
" I don't have a mate and I'm not interested in one ! " John skin stared to heat up due to the energy which came from Sherlock. it gave him some power. maybe enough to get away.
Sherlock quenched his fire " fine "he said. He sat at a table and wrote down what he did " I was simply curious if you were away from anyone. Besides your drunk sister and abusive father" he said and smirked to himself. He lit a few other papers on fire before trailing ice on the.
John frowned " how do you know that ? did you read my file ?" he said and watched him closely. he wanted nothing more then to run but the food stood too close and he count resist as he walked over and took an large bite of the meat
" I deduced it"he said simply and turned to him "if you like I can get someone to fix your wing. I have to go out later " he said and stood up and went to the door
" how ? ... I mean can you read thoughts because there is no way you simply saw that " John said quickly with his mouth full.
" why ?… why do you care about me. why do you need me anyways ?" he asked fearfull
" how you hold yourself and your behavior " he said. He smirked and looked at John "I catch criminals. It will be beneficial for me to have someone like you by my side"he walked over "admit it. You miss the rush of a chase. The thrill of the hunt" he crouched bu him " and I can share that with you. So, what will it be?"
