Austin didn't even see it coming. At one point, he was yelling at his former dragon, but then he felt cold scales on his side and the next thing he knew, he was staring at the sky. He turned his head and glared at the nightwing. The chuckle from the dragon ignited anger in Austin and he got up quickly. He continued to glare at the dragon, but the nightwings gaze was not on him anymore. The urge to jump the nightwing was so tempting, but he saw movement from the corner of his eye and he turned to see the icy white dragon picking up the raggedy human. No.....they're gonna kill her now. He turned to go towards them, but a chill flew through the air. Some sort of power or presence seemed to float in the air, but then almost as soon as it had appeared, it vanished, leaving only a small lingering of it. Austin's eyes went wide as he saw the girl sit up and look up at the dragon and speak. She's ok? I thought she was dying! The girl swung herself around and dropped to the ground. She looked around at the group with curious eyes. Beautiful blue eyes. Even from the distance he was at, he could make out the color of her eyes.Blackout stood nearby, watching the group bustle around the hurt little human. He tapped his talons nervously on the soil, and sighed anxiously. He wasn't the biggest fan of humans overall, but he knew that was just because of how he had been raised; being whipped and abused by them wasn't going to make him love them. But there had been a rare few that seemed to care about their dragons.
Sometimes, a young girl would pass the places where he and others were kept, and sneak up to them and rub their noses. She would whisper things that sounded soothing, even if Blackout couldn't understand them. She always gave them an extra small piece of meat if her superiors weren't watching, and would make an upset face when she saw their scars.
Blackout didn't know where this girl had gone. One day, like so many other young workers, she got old enough to move on to another section that would give her more training with dragons; someday, she'd have her own.
Blackout hoped she'd not lose her tender heart. She was one of the first humans that made him feel like maybe not all of them were terrible.
As he was remembering these things, he registered the other human standing there, looking towards Alyssia. He didn't like it.
He growled. The human whipped around and snapped something at him.
The stupid little thing was all too familiar. This specific human had been his rider for all his life. Blackout caught some words from what this human- Austin, he quite unfortunately knew- and realized he was mad at him for leaving the den.
Not deigning to answer, Blackout smirked slightly, and whacked Austin gently with a talon, sending him sprawling.
"Heh." He chuckled dryly. "That felt great."
He recalled the raggedy girl who'd come to beg for their help before. She was bruised, scraped, and burned. Her hair was a mess and her clothes were in poor condition. This was not the same girl. Yes, her hair was still a mess and her clothes weren't any better, but he never noticed her eyes before. But, his gaze was drawn back to the ice dragon as he realized that all of her injuries were gone. No....he can't be.... He'd heard rumors, but he never thought that "magical" dragons were real. He looked back and forth between the girl and the dragon. Why would he use his power on a human.....