"SO LISTEN CAREFULLY! ALL OF YOU!" I roared out to my underlings as we came to a stop atop a mountain. Its snowy peak melting alongside the stone underneath as I perched myself on it. My magic also making the air hazy with many seeable, colourless lines going about me.
My eyes carefully watching my underlings as they either came to a stop mid-flight or moved to perch. A smile soon on my face once I was sure that they were all ready to listen to me. But, just before I spoke, I turned my head towards the target of ours. It was so close and just wanting to clarify some things angered me...
They were so tantalisingly close to being dead at my hands. And, so luckily for me, there was no one and nothing near them capable of defending them. No smaller machines that could just fill my underlings with fatal injuries. No greater one capable of scaring even me off.
All that was there was that lonely machine with no strong magical signatures on it. Nothing stood out and the only one that did was so shakey that it was laughable. It made one really question the dominance of humans at the end of it. But, despite their personal weakness, there was strength there.
Just not here.
"LISTEN UP AND LISTEN WELL! DO NOT DESTROY THIS MACHINE! MERELY KILL ITS DEFENDERS AND THEN BRING THE HWARDGON TO ME! UNLESS I SAY OTHERWISE... YOU WILL FOLLOW THESE INSTRUCTIONS AND ME PRECISELY! NOW! FOLLOW!" I shouted out to them with a roar before launching up into the sky again. The mist of embers that I left hiding the molten rock I left behind. And soon I was parting clouds as I returned to the skies beyond them. A clear view all around.
But, while I was up here, I was going to enjoy it. So I let some of my anger go just so I could enjoy the sensation of beating my wings. Blasts of heated air and black smoke coming from me with every grand flap I made. And, sometimes, I would dip into the clouds and leave again.
Laughing all the while before I would come to a stop when I was by an open patch of sky. Carefully looking down from the spot I found just so I could stare. Stare at the machine carrying my prey and those aboard it. So clueless to my presence despite my draconic ways.
That was one thing that annoyed me, actually. How the humans forced this inane idea out that your magic should be controlled. Restricted and hidden away from those around you. The exact opposite of what a dragon or wyvern believed and practised.
Magic was our power, it was our gift and our privilege. It is what made us stand out from the rest of the world and it is what made us, us! Jaadagroen may have played a greater part in us of draconic origin, but, the result was the same. Species capable of using magic were chosen.
So humans just infuriated me as a result of it. Why would they not make it clear that they were gifted? Why did they train themselves to bottle it up!? If they truly were the greatest of all races then they should prove it openly!
Instead, they did not, and that would be their undoing...
"That one right there, they are mine." I said to my underlings as I unfurled a claw out. It pointing straight at the one that stood high above the rest. The only one with any kind of magic flowing out of them. So, naturally, the only one worthy of my strength.