Irate. There was no better word for what Daemon felt at this moment, as he stood where his prize dragon should be; there nothing left but the empty chains that had been holding the beast. The prince wanted to break something.......someone. He wanted to vent his frustrations. He wanted to scream and shout, to punish someone for his own stupidity; for that was what this was down to, his own stupidity.

It had been obvious that this dragon was not like any other that he had come across. That it not only had the intelligence to evade him for some considerable time, but also could understand every word that he had said. And given that, what had he done? He had left his prize without a guard. He had not kept an eye on her, himself. And now..............now it had managed to get away; though how a dragon that had been fully manacled and secured had got out of them while leaving them fully intact, he did know. But Daemon was not about to be beaten, he had captured her once, and he would do it again. The rogue prince determined not to leave the island until he had his prize in tow. The younger Targaryen calling out for his men, informing them that once more they were going on the hunt.

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She watched from the behind the rocky outcrop; a smile lighting up her features as she watched the Dragonlord look around in stunned disbelief at the shackles that had once held her to the biggest boulders. As much as she didn't like the fact that this pale haired man had brought others with him to her island in order to capture her, she had to admit that she was finding outwitting him, really rather amusing. That seeing him angered, was quite entertaining. Sure, that she hadn't had this much fun in a rather long time. But that said, she still wanted him.........all of them, gone.

Carefully she moved to get a better look, as the man shouted to his men that they were to go looking for her once more. That he wanted her back, and he wanted her now. Yet this time they would not find her; all of them looking for the dragon and not a woman. So, all she had to do was bide her time, and hope that the pale haired man would grow bored of the hunt, once it appeared that the dragon that had yet again eluded him, was nowhere to be found.

Slowly she moved once more, surprised that the Dragonlord had left the dragon that he had brought with him, secured to his spot. It seeming that the man this time preferred to hunt for her on foot, with the others. She had wanted to get close to the huge dragon before, it having been so long since she had seen one of her father's kind; but she could not take the chance. Despite what she was, it was hard to say how the creature would react to her, especially in her dragon form. Especially if it had been broken by the pale man. Yet perhaps, in this more fragile form, he would not see her as a threat. And with its master out of the way, she and he might be able to connect.

For a little while, she waited. Just long enough to make sure that all of the men had really gone. The woman born of the darkest magic, quietly making her way from her hiding place. She knew that it was a risk; that if the mortals came back, there would be no way that she could suitably explain not only why a naked woman found herself on a usually uninhabited island; but also, why she was talking to a dragon. Yet here she was, carefully and cautiously walking over to where the gigantic creature appeared to be slumbering.

She stopped, as the beast suddenly opened an eye and looked her up and down. He was bigger than she had thought; admittedly she was not the biggest of dragons, but he had certainly appeared.........well, less, when she had been in her other form. But now.........now he made her feel tiny. Made her feel like nothing more than an ant, as the mighty beast rose to his full height. A soft chuckle leaving her lips, as he opened up his wings and allowed her to see him in all his glory. A smile, if you believe that dragons can smile, pulling at the scaley lips of the dragon, as she stepped forward and placed her hand on him.

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Nothing. Nothing! How could there not even be a hint of a dragon? In the name of the gods, it was a dragon that they were trying to find.........not a mouse that could creep into the smallest crevice and evade them. It was a great, scaley creature with wings that could breathe fire. So, unless it had flown away, which Daemon for some reason seriously doubted, then it still had to be on the spit of an island. And one way or another, the Targaryen prince was going to find her. But that would not be happening now, what with fading light and his men grumbling about being turned to ash by a beast that they wouldn't be able to see in the dark; here he was, begrudgingly leading his men back to the camp.

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She snuggled closer into his side. His wing shielding her from the rain that had begun to fall from the darkening sky. She knew that she should have left some time ago; but she liked it here with him. She felt safe, safer than she had done in either form, for a very long time. And although dragons couldn't talk as such, his body language had told her all that she needed to know. Had told her that he liked having her there too. That she had nothing to fear from him.

"And what do we have here................?" A voice suddenly questioned. She and the great dragon by her side, turning to see the drenched pale haired man staring at her. A smile pulling at the corners of his lips.