Disclaimer: I own nothing of Dragon Flyz, which is owned by Gaumont Pictures. Only the plot is mine.
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Fryte growled low in his throat as he stalked through the Corridor of Endless Sorrow.
It was named such because this was where the isolation cells were, where only the most despised were kept, often to live out their extremely short lives. Here, Fryte had much power, second only to Lord Dread Wing himself.
Currently only two of the eight cells were occupied. One by a dark draman traitor that had led a rebellion against Lord Dread, the other by a regular draman soothsayer, also on the charges of rebellion. The elderly creature had been a great source of comfort to many of the regular dramen tribes and had even had the audacity to claim that Dread Wing would soon be overthrown.
Fryte took a bit of entertainment in opening the door slots to 'check in' on the captives. The dark draman cursed at him, struggling weakly in his heavy chains as he tried to get to the door, though what he'd do if he achieved that, Fryte didn't know or care.
Doing the same to the soothsayer killed his good mood. The old draman didn't respond to him, instead sitting quietly in his cell, eyes closed in either sleep or meditation.
When he couldn't rouse him, Fryte left the corridor in disgust and anger, making a mental note to have the regular draman's pitiful rations reduced further.
That would show the draman that Fryte was in control here, not the soothsayer.