Hello to all my readers and reviewers!
First of all i want to send a huge thanks to all those who have reviewed and favorited this story. It means so much to me.
I apologize for the wait, school has been a killer these past two weeks. I am going to start updating every two weeks from here on out.
I don't own Transformers, if i did there would have been an "accident" when filming the first movie and Michael Bay would had had to be in the hospital while i took over the filming...I only own my OC Viper and the Plot.
Thanks
-Viper
It was another day at the Nevada N.E.S.T base.
Sunstreaker was sitting on the cybertronian sized couch in the autobot rec room, trying to find something to keep his processors off the scheming and giddiness emanating from his twin, as it was, he was up to no good, and plausible deniability was always something good to have on his side. In the room with him was the newly arrived Drift, Jazz and Bluestreak, the latter having a seemly intense the former. Having nothing better to do he shifted to lean against the armrest of the massive couch and listened in.
"Did you see the size of that dragon Jazz? It was huge, I mean, when it landed I stumbled, I actually stumbled. And the wings on it were huge, I mean I thought that dragons were supposed to be the work of human fiction, but it was right there. And…" Sunstreaker tuned him out after that, he along with the rest of the base was still hung up on the fact that, not only a seemingly fictitious creature of human lore was in fact real, but that it had found the base.
According to what Drift had said in his report, not only had the beast saved him from the Command Trine, but it had carried him all the way from Canada to here. He had no idea how it knew of the existence of the base, as he himself didn't know until they had landed and he had seen Optimus. Those two facts had the higher ups in a tizzy, for not only did an outsider know of N.E.S.T. But it had come into contact with one of the mechs here.
Frankly it was not his problem.
As it was, he couldn't help but admire the creature. For its size and obvious brute strength it possessed, it also had a flare of elegance about it. It knew it was powerful and its presence was awe inducing but it didn't try to be flashy. He could feel his servos twitch in anticipation, he hadn't drawn or painted in what seemed like vorns.
He made up his mind.
Getting up from the couch he paused and looked back at it. 'How did the humans acquire such a thing?' With that passing thought and unanswered question he turned to the exit of the rec room, and started to walk out. With passing nods of acknowledgement to the bots in the room with him, Sunstreaker left.
He knew the base like he knew his twin, which sadly he did know everything about his twin, and somethings he could have lived without knowing about his too. But that was how it was with twins, and while he was on the track of his twin he opened his side of the bond. 'Sides, what are you doing?' the exasperation in that one sentence was tangible, while he loved his twin no matter what, he still managed to get on his last nerve.
'Well sunny, if you have to know. I...' that was as far as he let him get.
'No, never mind I don't want to know' and with that he went back to ignoring sides. Oh he could still hear and feel him, he was sulking, but he didn't care. Like he thought earlier silence wasn't golden, no plausible deniability was. Anything to keep him and his paint out of the brig was considered good in his books.
As he walked down the halls and in the direction of his and sides room, he brought back the image captures he took from the night before. His favorite of the several image captures he took was when after the dragon had landed and had stepped through the fire it spewed. Upon coming to his room he entered the code, the code itself was interesting, as the repetition of certain letters lead him to wonder why exactly Sides had chosen this particular sequence. He would ask him later, now it was his time to relax. The door opened and he walked inside and over to the massive closet that was only for him. He had spent a joor organizing it to his standards, and when he had finished it was very organized.
Sunstreaker pulled out his easel and canvas and set them up near his bed before grabbing the paints he wanted. The colors of the dragons scales was a base black, but it seemed to shift when it moved, like an illusion. It would be challenging to get the shading and the blending of the colors just right, but he was he would dare say excited at the prospect. His life had been so full of fighting and traveling, finally ending up in the fleshy city that he hadn't had any real time to enjoy himself in a long time.
Finally he brought up the image once more before he began to paint.
Alok Unahzaalviththur.
To the sound of her beasts voice Viper woke. It had been a while since the beast had spoken to her. Frankly she had missed the deep rumbling but feminine voice that spoke to her. She had been with her for so long now that it was normal for her to have a full seemingly one sided conversation while she walked. If she felt like she didn't want to be looked at like she was crazy, she would feign using a Bluetooth, but it was when she would revert to using the tongue of her beast that was harder to pull off. It was easier when she spoke mentally.
Zu'I alok Grah-Zeymahzen
Her beast took up a vigil in the back on her conscious as Viper shifted herself into a sitting position in her bed. Blood from her playtime the night before still coated her body. As she was in her human form she could feel the dried blood that dyed her tanned skin, crack when she moved, and her hair was caked in it. Rising from her bed she walked to her bathroom. It was once again Monday, May thirtieth, but that was of little use to her. Like most Magisters she counted her paydays, unlike normal people.
She turned on the shower and waited for the water to become scalding, once it was she stepped in. the water turned red when it hit her skin, the blood coating her body liquefied once again and ran lines of red down her body. It was like every fight she was in, and it brought her comfort. She washed her body, making sure the blood was completely washed off before turning and starting on her hair.
As she washed her hair, the water was dyed red, and she wasn't surprised when a dull thud echoed as a child's finger hit the floor. Pausing for a moment, Viper knelt down and picked up the finger and breathed in the scent before speaking "Hinbahlok lostbahlaan, fahkiir wensinak lostnaako. Zu'u lost sosom"
Kiirvahdin wosahqonsos sepruzah nir.
'Well that's helpful' with that thought Viper looked at the finger in her hand then ate it. 'Grah-zemahzen was correct, it was good'. She finished with her hair as she crunched on the finger, then she swallowed with a sigh. It wasn't often she was able to snack on a finger, which kept Grah-Zeymahzen at bay and at peace. Exiting the shower Viper heated her internal temperature until steam was rising from her naked body. She was her own sauna, it was a blessing and a curse at time, she would admit. She left her bathroom and walked into her bedroom.
Walking to her vanity and sitting down before the elegant mirror, Viper brushed her hair out, she had checked her hair for anymore trophies from the night before and came up with nothing, and ended up leaving it down for now. Rising from her vanity she walked to her closet and opened it. Walking in she grabbed her sports bra and black lacy underwear, a pair of skin tight black leather pants, and a black leather tank top with her brand embossed on the back. She grabbed a pair of six inch black leather stiletto knee high boots and a silver belt. Once she was dressed she walked back to her bathroom and pulled her makeup from behind her cabinet mirror. Mascara, eyeliner, emerald green lipstick and matching eyeshadow were displayed in front of her. One by one she carefully applied each to herself.
Once she was finished she exited the bathroom, walked across and out of her bedroom, and grabbed her whip from where it was placed on its hook and wrapped it up and around her right arm and her phone from her nightstand, then she entered her common room. She walked to kitchenette and made herself a cup of decaf coffee, black then walked to her manila leather couch that sat before her entertainment center which took up the middle section of her main room, with her table and kitchenette behind it.
Her clock on the wall next to her fridge stated that it was ten in the morning, considering the night she had had, it wasn't the latest she had slept in. Her lackeys could and would handle themselves without her, they had proven they could on several occasions.
Settling down on the couch along the longer L section she reached to the little mahogany coffee table in front of her and grabbed the remote that operated her seventy inch 4k flat screen tv. Sipping her coffee and allowing the bitter tang to linger on her tongue, she turned to ABC news, and the main headline wasn't a surprise. Across the bottom of the screen she read: Massacre at Lady Gaga Concert, Number of Confirmed Deaths in the Thousands: the reporters on scene could hardly talk with the amount of commotion happening behind them, in the background of a particular shot, one reporter had to leave to vomit on the bushes behind him.
As the news anchors discussed the "tragic event" Viper leaned back and relaxed into her couch before she spoke aloud "Well it looks like you had fun didn't you Grah-Zeymahzen?"
Geh, julloostmah wahlotah
She tilted her head back and released an amused laugh, once she regained herself she answered "Yes, yes they did Grah-Zeymahzen" She continued to watch the news for the rest of the morning as she had no need to fight tonight, her next fight was scheduled in two weeks, so she could relax and focus on learning more about N.E.S.T and maybe put out a couple hits out on those who would or could already be liaisons. Better yet she might go after them herself.
Finishing her coffee Viper stood and walked to her kitchenette, once she was there she put her coffee cup in the sink and rinsed it out before turning to her elevator. She walked up the steps and to her elevator and once the doors opened she stepped in. She was going to visit her newly acquired Chicago Ring, if David, the now former Magister had anything to say about it, it would be said with him in chains, and to her with her favorite serrated steel nine tails whip.
Once she had reached topside, she walked through the hallway and into the stairwell once more, and exited the building before she pulled out her phone. The man on the other line answered on the third ring, "How may I help you Madame?" came the clear, but slightly frightened voice of her pilot. "I need the plane ready in forty-five." He was quick to respond with an affirmative.
Satisfied with that Viper put her phone in her sports bra and merged with the pedestrian traffic.
Viper felt at ease as she walked along the lines of traffic. It wasn't a very long walk to the New York airport from where she was based, it also helped that she owned the entire block. As she moved through the throngs of men, women, and children, it gave her a scene she could enjoy and focus on. Here she was just another New Yorker, there was nothing special about her, hypothetically speaking, she was free.
As she came upon an intersection, she stopped and waited among the people, and turned her attention to the cars passing by, her enhanced eyes caught a glimpse of something that didn't belong. She knew her pilot would wait for as long as she needed him to, so she turned from the crowd she was in and retraced her steps.
She walked into an alley that had been cut between two buildings, that stood about thirty paces away from the intersection, and she waited.
As soon as a suitable crowd had passed she slipped into the alley and swayed down it.
The alley was littered with trash, as most New York alleys were. The dumpsters that made their homes here had long since been abandoned. The fire escapes that hung from the buildings were rusted and flaking. She walked to the closest ladder and tensing her muscles, she jumped. Latching onto the lowest rung she proceeded to haul herself up by upper body strength alone, until she could place her boots on the first rung. Then she climbed.
Hauling herself up and over the barrier, Viper started to carefully run up the five flights of stairs, until she reached the roof. While this was a small building compared to most that occupied this city, she was still able to see a bit. Including what had caught her eye.
An Energon Detector.
The fine little piece of machinery was subtly bolted into the underside of the roof ledge on the building opposite of her, which happened to be a children's chain clothing store. The GAP.
Pulling her phone out of her bra, Viper took a picture of it before checking the time. It was eleven thirty, and the trip to Chicago would take two hours, if she wanted to have an adequate time exploring her new present she would need to be at the airport within thirty minutes. Instead of heading down the way she came, Viper locked her phone and stuck it back into her bra before she turned to the ledge leading to the adjacent building. It was a ten foot jump, and the building next to it was also five stories, one she had make plenty of times, and she was going to make it again.
Her green eyes glowed and her already slit pupils contracted, tapping into her Grah-Zeymahzen just enough to give her enhanced strength speed and reflexes, Viper took five steps, and when her right heeled boot hit the ledge she launched herself off.
Momentarily flying, she hadn't the need to duck and roll to adsorb the impact, she just kept running. She had no fear that her six inch heels would snap as she special ordered them with a steel heel in case she was in a situation like this. Calculating the time it would take her if she kept the pace she was at, each stride covering seven feet, it would take her just under thirty minutes to get to the airport. Just enough time for her to board her plane and start heading to Chicago.
Thirty minutes and another ten buildings later she arrived at the airport. Standing on the building ledge Viper looked down, it was a ten story drop straight down with a couple trees and bushes awaiting her at the bottom, in other words for anyone other than her death, but for her it was a walk in the park. Stepping off the ledge, Viper bent one knee as she fell, arms raised slightly above her head, the wind whipping her hair behind her.
Three
Two
One
Impact.
She bent her knees and landed, her heels sinking into the soft earth, raising herself into a standing position she extracted her heels from the ground and raising her right foot first she wiped the mud and dirt off of it before repeating it with her left. She straightened completely and ran her hands through her wind tousled hair, patting it down and removing any snarls that had happened when she fell.
Satisfied with her appearance Viper stepped out and onto the sidewalk before walking with the crowd into the airport.
Wheels were up within ten minutes after she boarded. Viper settled into her favorite seat, she looked and turned on her on-plane tv. The perks of being a Magister greatly outweighed the consequences and trials one was required to be subjected to. Her pilot told her they would be arriving in two hours, which was plenty of time for her to plan.
As Viper walked into the Chicago Ring her first thought was it didn't look like much. The front was a sports bar called Cauldero Del Diablo, while the name fit and while the pedestrian traffic was ok, business would need to be ramped up if it was going to fit for her to run. She cared little for the interior design as it was not going to be she who ran it topside, which was to be reserved for the lesser warriors who dwelled here.
While all the Rings were underground. The atmosphere that surrounded the place was much different in comparison to her Ring, but it was of no matter to her. Unlike her domain, the Chicago Ring had no security, anyone could walk in. That was going to be the first change she would make. The second change was immediately apparent when she came to the end of the hallway.
It had no elevator.
As it was, it wasn't bad, but it was not up to her standards. That happened to be an easy fix as she could and would send a few of her favored here to manage it when she was unable to. Most likely she would send Michael and Gabriel, both were loyal to her as they had been by her side since she began to run the New York Ring when she was fifteen. They were the commanders of her Hunters, both men were ruthless both in and out of the ring. It was the reason she had promoted them to the position of her second and third in command.
Starting the descent into the Chicago Ring she pulled out her phone and dialed the first number in her favorites. The dial tone rang twice before he picked up, when he did the velvet smooth voice of her third in command spoke. "Magister"
She smiled to herself, before she answered, she still had thirty flights of stairs before she reached the Magisters chambers. "Hello Gabriel, I have a proposition for you. I have recently acquired a new property and I find myself in need of someone to run it. Would you be up for the task?"
They both knew it wasn't a question.
Gabriel took a moment before he replied. "Of course my Magister, my will is your command."
This was his signature line, for whenever she asked a favor of him, it was his go to phrase. Nonetheless it pleased her, knowing that she had legion of warriors under her command. And here she was about to collect more warriors, which meant more business, which meant more money, and money kept her alive and safe.
Ready to end the conversation she spoke, "I will send you the details later." And with that she hung up.
Viper had reached the end of the stairs by now, the lighting of the stairwell was horrific, and was added to the ever growing list of renovations that would need to be done. As she walked down the final flight of stairs she released a breath, finally at the floor she wanted she wasted no time in walking down the poorly lit hallway, well it was poorly lit for everyone but her.
The Magisters chambers were at the end of the hallway, unlike her elevator which opened directly into her chambers, but she couldn't fault a little walk, as she came to the end, she saw the ornately carved entranceway that signaled the doorway into the Daniels chambers. Smirking to herself, she walked to the tall oak doors, she knocked and waited.
And waited.
She waited five minutes before she was done, normally she was a patient woman, she truly was, but when someone left her to wait purposely, that was where she drew the line.
Taking two steps back, she brought her right heeled foot up and slammed directly below the lock.
It gave.
Walking into Daniels quarters, she could see why this place was as dank as it was, for all funds obviously went to the lavish décor that decorated the chamber. Walking deeper into the room she turned into a circle taking in her new home.
The crystal chandeliers that illuminated the main chamber were ornate, and there were two of them. The room itself was about sixty by fifty feet and it was a comfortable size, it would suit her needs, for now. The furniture that was placed around the room were tasteful pieces, each adding a little something to the room. Satisfied with the décor, Viper moved from the main chamber and into the bedroom.
Where she found David.
The man was slumbering in the king sized bed that was placed against the back wall, this room, like the main chamber, was lavishly furnished, which left little to be wanted. There was a door which lead to the master bathroom, it was laid exactly as she had her chambers designed, which left the question.
When had he seen her chambers?
That was not her problem, if fact none of it was, all she was going to do today was claim her new territory and have a bit of fun with its previous owner. She still had her contacts and her ins with some of the less savory characters that roamed this world, the potential that this place had was immense, it seemed like it was just waiting its master to take the reins.
Walking over to where he who was going to be the former Magister of the Chicago Ring lay, she wasted no time in waking him.
Unraveling her favorite toy from her arm she fingered its worn black leather grip in her right hand before she raised it over her head and snapped it. A sound akin to a fence being snapped with the added tones of metal clashing sounded in the room, the sound sent a sharp thrill through her as her prey jolted from his slumber. Slipping into her second language he hissed at him before speaking legible words.
"Bolog ahrlic zu'u aalfenal Azhidgogiljul"
David was sitting up in his bed now, but that didn't matter as when she spoke she grabbed him by his right arm and threw him out of what was now her bed. As long as she was the Magister he wouldn't defile anything of hers. That was a promise.
Bringing her right arm back, she snapped her wrist forward once more and snapped her toy across his chest, the poison barbs that decorated the nine tips of her whip shredded his skin as she brought it back and relaxed her hand slightly. He screamed, the shirt he was wearing was shredded and was staining red where hid blood was seeping from his wounds.
"Azhidgogiljul los dilon, Unahzaalviththur los drog"
She grabbed him by the back of his shirt with a sharp hiss being whispered from her lips as she began to drag him from her new bedroom and through the main chamber, and out the entranceway doors. Down the hallway she dragged him until she reached the stairwell, and instead of hauling his soon to be dead aft up the stairs she walked underneath the stairwell and accessed the hidden door.
Opening the door, she was able to view what every Magister had.
A torture chamber.
A real smile was on her face as she dragged him in to the room and into the center of it. The room itself was small, about twenty by twenty at most, with three pairs of chains being suspended from the ceiling with the matching set a manacles for each one. The room was lined with workbenches and cages, and had everything to suit her needs, in the left corner even a station for waterboarding. The cement floor was stained red with the blood of past subjects.
It was a favorable setup, and she would admit she was excited.
She reached up and grabbed the first set of chains and attached them to David's wrists and the manacles around his ankles, and when he was secured she walked back to where the chains were secured to the wall and wrapping her hands delicately around the silver linked chains and pulled them tight, hoisting her toy up and facing away from her, with his feet dangling an inch off the floor.
She was giddy with excitement, the occasional massacre could only keep one sane for long, for when one was slaughtering the masses it didn't have that intimate atmosphere around it. Here with it just being her, David, and her toys, it gave it a personal touch, and a way to truly express her art.
With her toy secured, Viper walked to the table nearest to her and surveyed the instruments that were laid out before her. It was the usual machetes, knives, blow torches, pliers, scalpels, and a box of nails with a hammer. Smiling at her choices, she decided to start with the nails, to prepare her canvas. Grabbing the box of nails, the hammer and a knife, she walked to where her toy was hanging set her instruments on the floor in front of him and looked him in the eye.
The adjacent table had a pile of both used and unused rags, for cleaning a victim or gagging them, they could be used either way.
The whites of his green eyes were visible to all, his pupils were blown so wide with fear, and it helped that he positively reeked of it. His hormones were raging and coupled with the fear he was emanating, the stench was nauseating. He made eye contact with her and physically shivered at the sight of her, when he did, she couldn't help but smile. The knowledge of her toy fearing her was gratifying, but in due time she knew he was going to be begging for her to end him.
Giving her toy a wicked smile, she took the knife she had grabbed and tested the blade against her hand. Her blood quickly pooled and began to drip down the blade as she slowly drew the steel against the palm of her left hand. Satisfied she looked up from her hand and twirled the blade once in her right hand before the deftly brought it down in line with his shirt, slicing it straight down the middle, leaving his chest bare and his wounds visible.
Palming the blade once more, Viper leaned close to his chest to inspect the gashes she had inflicted upon him earlier. Blood was still leaking from the five diagonal gashes that started at his left shoulder and made their way down his chest, ending at the base of his ribcage. The poison which covered the steel tips were working, as she could see his blood was changing from red to purple as it came into contact with her venom.
Sliding the blade into her belt, she picked her nails and hammer from the floor before taking a step back. Before she truly started to work she had to see what she had to work with.
Her plaything was somewhat tall, standing about five eleven, he was slightly pudgy, meaning he didn't work in the rings like he should have, and he was a whiner. The non-stop whimpers he had been emitting sounded like a dog being beaten. Aside from the obvious wounds on his person, there wasn't much marking his body, unlike hers.
With a quick swing of the hammer with her right hand, she looked and started mentally marking where she needed the nails on his upper body, before she started to work.
The sounds of his screams were erotic.
With every nail the pierced her toys body, the chorus sounded tenfold. There wasn't much else she could dream of when it came to the artistic side of torture. With a final swing of her hammer she drove a nail right into his left shoulder blade and stepped back. Looking over what she had accomplished so far it pleased her. Her toy was perforated with strategically placed steel nails, each one marking a line she was going make later on. Walking away from her work in progress, Viper moved to one of the many worktables and grabbed a rag from a stack she had seen earlier. Walking back to her pet she carefully started to dab the blood that ran in lines down his body off of him, giving her a clear view of what she had left to do before the real fun would start.
When she had finished she looked at her artwork, there was still much she had to do before she was finished, but it was a good start. Walking back to the workbench with the rags, she placed her now bloody rag with the others before she sidestepped to the one neck to with her tools. Grabbing the scalpel she tested the edge on her forearm, she knew it was decent when her blood welled up from the incision, it was adequate for what she was going to be doing next.
Walking to her work in progress, she twirled the scalpel in her right hand a few times before she set to work. Starting at the nail in the upper right shoulder she gently began to slice downwards to the nail placed at the base of his ribcage. The screams her toy emitted were an octave higher than the last time, even with his throat as hoarse as it was.
To the chorus of her victim's cries of agony, Viper continued to carve. The blood that ran down her arms and pooled at her feet only served to excite her, taking care to only slice the surrounding skin, when she had an adequate piece cut she hooked her clawed hands under the skin and pulled, separating the slab from the body and leaving the musculature underneath bare for her to see. Her canvas had passed out not long after she had started, which was disappointing, she had trained kids to withstand much more than this, for a dethroned Magister to succumb to pain as quickly as he had was simply annoying to Viper.
But as one to not let something as simple as her toy passing out get her down, she continued carving. More flesh joined the already carved slabs on the bloody floor as her symbol slowly began to take form on his body. The musculature taking the position as the backdrop with the remaining skin as the symbol itself, the red and tan contrasted snake was taking its position on her property.
She left his head untouched.
As always, Viper was unsure how much time had passed, all she knew was all too soon, the last slab of skin fell from her hands and she was finished.
Stepping back she looked at her master piece.
Her canvas was bare of all skin except for where her symbol stood with the red musculature outlining the viper as its head rested on his right shoulder, the body wrapped around the torso of her toy and ended with its tail around his left ankle.
It was beautiful.
Walking forward she unlatched the manacles from around his ankles and then walked to the wall where the chains were secured and lowered him from his place suspended in the air. She walked back to her artwork and unlatched the chains from around his wrists, and when she let go he fell boneless to the bloody floor. An idea came mind and she acted on it. Dipping her claws into the pool of blood, she lined his eyes with his own blood before she grabbed him by the forearms and hefted him up and over her shoulder in a fireman's carry. She had her strength augmented by her Grah-Zeymahzen just enough to where she could carry him up the thirty flights of stairs and to the roof, the journey she made in good time.
When she reached the roof it was early morning, she could smell the crisp northern wind as it made its way through the city. Walking to the edge of the roof with her artwork, Viper surveyed her surroundings looking for an adequate spot to hang her piece.
'There' she thought as she spied a coil of rope and two rings screwed into the gutter paneling.
Walking to the paneling, she set him down for a moment to secure the ropes around his wrists before attaching them to the rings. With him fully attached and the ropes secured Viper lifted him up once more before dropping him over the ledge. He fell for a moment before the ropes went taunt and with a loud snap his shoulders popped out of their sockets.
Knowing that her message would be sent she shifted.
Taking on her four legged dovah form she launched herself into the morning air and to the sound of the beats of her wings she flew towards home.
She circled once around the warehouses before landing. Once her claws came into contact with the asphalt she shifted into her humanoid dovah form. She wasn't scaled up, instead she kept her normal human skin with her dovah features. She felt her canines elongate and she could taste the venom that began to drip from the tips of her fangs. Her horns rose and twisted up from her skull and spines protruded from her neck down to the tip of her spade tipped tail. Her tail coming to rest on the ground behind her and her wings folded against her back with the clawed joints of her fifth and sixth appendages coming to rest two feet above her shoulders. Standing straight and readjusting her stance to accommodate her now three jointed legs and readjusting her clothes she began to walk down the line of hangers until she came to her two. It wasn't very often she went into her second hanger, preferring to enjoy the sparseness that came with her vault.
A thought passed through her mind and she acted on it. Pulling her phone out of her bra she opened her contacts and scrolled through them until she found the one she was looking for.
Pressing call she waited for him to pick up. It took two rings before a slightly husky male voice answered. "Hello?"
"Michael, it is good to hear from you. As Gabriel has already informed you the plans are in motion, and I have acquired a new property that I need you to govern in my stead. I will have one of my underlings send you the proper information."
With that she hit end call on her phone and walked into her hanger.
Deciding to forgo turning on the lights, Viper walked, hips and tail swaying as she strode, straight down the main aisle and to her room situated at the back of the hanger. Upon entry Viper stripped completely, leaving all her clothes and weapons on the floor before she walked into the bathroom. Coming to the counter and pulling out her hair brush, she began to work the tangles out of her hair while avoiding her horns. Once finished she grabbed her toothbrush and proceeded to brush her teeth and around her fangs before she deemed herself ready for bed.
Exiting the bathroom she walked to her bed and reached under the bed, pulling out a black case and she set it on the bed before she pulled the covers back, and situated herself at the headboard. Reaching for the case she pulled it into her lap and opened the locks one by one until the case was ready to be opened. She hesitated for only a moment before the hooked her claws under the lip of the case and opened it.
Over the years she had accumulated a hoard of treasures, similar to the traits of the dragons of ancient lore, reaching into the case she pulled out a necklace. At first glance it looked like a simple gold chain, but upon further inspection, one would see the faint dragons head charm that adorned the chain. Viper had had this necklace for as long as she could remember, but in the Rings objects that the slaves owned immediately belonged to the Magisters, for safe keeping she had stashed it in a tree in central park.
She had been eight at the time.
Settling the necklace back in the case, Viper took in the eclectic collection of objects she had collected over the years. Smiling softly to herself in the blackness of her room she shut the case once more and stashed it under her bed before settling herself down to sleep. On the edge of sleep she whispered to the air. "Hahnu do krongrah Grah-Zeymahzen"
At the edge of her consciousness she heard the musical voice whisper to her.
Mahfaeraak Unahzaalviththur.