Snippet #1312224

"It's fine Drake, really. The last thing the two of you needed was for me t-t-to.. Well." He cleared his throat, not wanting to consider how things could have gone if he hadn't been taken out in time. "Besides, I've had w-worse headaches than this. Don't worry about it."

In other circumstances, Al might have laughed at Sander's excessive meekness, but he could find no reason for mirth. The elf was suddenly pulled out of his thoughts by a sound, barely discernible from the silence. It almost sounded like... a music box! What the hell? Al thought, shaking his head. Maybe the stale air was finally beginning to affect his mind.

"Sander, Drake, did you guys hear anything?" he asked, his brow furrowed with confusion.

Drake's ears perked up as well, having heard the sounds with his relatively sharp hearing as well. However, it wasn't just the music box that he heard--the voices from nearby could also be heard--but they were faint, mere whispers.

"Yeah, I hear...I hear something. Sounds like music. And whispers to me, but I can't make anything--" Drake suddenly went silent, as he heard a very powerful shriek. As Dimitri had bitten Lucius, the young boy did indeed take the brief window of opportunity provided to him to make a break for it...but unfortunately, he got about maybe ten paces when he was suddenly struck by the most powerful, excruciating soul rending agony he had ever experienced flood every fiber of his being. Dimitri hadn't even realized he was screaming until after he had hit the floor, hard.

Drake's eyes--if at all possible--suddenly went even wider.

"...no..." He whispered. "No..."

"I trust that you will learn to not do that again," Malfoy snarled, kicking the boy's shaking body for good measure. Not wishing to take any more chances, Lucius magically bound and gagged the child and used a simple levitation charm to move him drown the hall. As he approached his destination, the door to his prisoners' quarters opened at the warlock's presence. A flick of Lucius' wand threw the boy into the room at Drake's feet.

Due to the extreme pain he had already suffered, the poor boy was already teetering on the edge of unconsciousness. The swift boot to his stomach was the breeze that extinguished the candle and his view of the world went black. When the door was opened and Dimitri was unceremoniously tossed into the room, his elder brother was on him almost immediately.

"DIMITRI!!" Drake hollered, panic present in his voice. Cradling his younger brother, his worst fears realized, he clutched his sibling to his chest--checking him over.

"I've brought you a present," the man sneered, leaning pompously on his staff. "Shall we negotiate?"

The half-dragon however, saw that despite the injuries his younger kin had sustained--he would ultimately survive. Still, that scream--Dimitri had been hit with dark magic of a powerful sort. Turning his head to glare at the dark wizard, Drake's eyes began to....glow. Rather dangerously, at that. His pupils slowly all but completely vanished in the golden hue of his irises.

Nobody....harmed...his family.

"...you...hurt...my...brother." He hissed, fangs baring and his hair beginning to rise on end, as he slowly laid Dimitri down. This man--who so callously battered HIS brother--this ma--no, this slimeball, who so callously ordered his own son to die, was TAUNTING them, still expecting a...comple-te-ly WiLlInG dIPlLOmATIc--"...you...hurt...my...BROTHER!!"

With an inhuman speed, Drake leapt directly from his kneeling position on the floor to full-body tackle Lucius to the ground--his hands immediately wrapping around Lucius' neck in a throttling vicegrip, letting out an bestial bellow of primal fury. His mind already completely consumed by pure, unadulterated rage, Drake began to physically and savagely tear into the man with absolutely no regard for his own well-being...

...or that of his allies.