Her thoughts were keening. He could hear them over howling winds, over the pounding of his own head. His muscles protest against the effort of getting up, the chains back in place burn and sizzle. Within him power stirs, simmering, stowing, hatred boils. Aoki is a treacherous worm. One that takes pleasure in inflicting pain.
In that sense, he will suit Domirr's corrupted court just fine.
"Not so much of a dragon now are you?" Aoki hisses, driving his sole further into the gap between Keir's collarbones. "Oh right - you are not a dragon. No matter the grand name, you need a star to become a true dragon." His laughter is thick and lecherous, sweat gathering between his brows dripping into Keir's wounds like salt. "Don't see that happening anytime soon..."
