Captured for war ~PAFP Need Prince~

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    PLOT:
    The kingdom has been at war for 15 years now, and the prince has just come of age where his father, the king, will allow him to go lead the fight. However, he fears losing his one and only heir, so he has tasked his soldiers to bring a coming of age gift down from the mountains where the fighting is going to be. Something that will ultimately lead to their kingdom's victory.
    A dragon, strong enough to carry a rider into battle.
    Karmin is the only dragon who lives her life out in those mountains, after having been exiled from the hunting grounds on the other side. She is a quiet she-dragon who does not like to harm humans, but does not think that they would try to harm her in any way. However, once captured, she is brought to the courtyard of the palace to be presented as his son's present and she could not be any angrier.


    Karmin (with rider):


    IC -
    The king called for his son the prince, bent over a map of his kingdom as he surveyed where they could make their next attack on their enemies. Meanwhile, he could hear the commotion outside as his soldiers tried to keep the dragon restrained. He drew the curtains which blocked the balcony from view. From there, he could see the entire courtyard, and taking up a large part of the space was a red and black dragon. He had not expected it to be so easy to catch one, but had been informed that this dragon had been malnurished and easily bribed to come out of her cave with food. She just needed a bit of plumping up, but then she would be a wonderful fighter and guardian for his son.

    Hey there! Start when you're ready!

    Marcus was a prince, that much was true. Though he didn't feel entitled to anything and didn't order people around. In truth he'd much rather be back home in the library reading than on the battle field with his father. He was lanky and had few muscles but could hold his own in a sword fight. Marcus quickly went to the war room to see what his father required of him.

    Turning away from the balcony window, the king greet his son. "Ah! Marcus, my dear boy. How does it feel to be a young man?" he grinned, continuing before the prince could reply. "Soon you will be on the battlefeild, leading the troupes to victory."
    Karmin mean while was making a commotion down in the courtyard, thrashing at people with her tail as they tried to tie it down.

    Marcus grimaced as his father spoke over him. He heard the commotion in the courtyard, "Father? What's that?" He asked meaning Karmin.

    "Ah," his father puffed out his chest, proud of himself. "I got you a coming of age present. Something that I think will serve you quite well on the battle field." he said, taking him to the window, his hand on Marcus' shoulder. "I thought, a sword would take time to build up enough muscle for you to wield properly. And a horse is nothing better than a pack animal. But this I think will work perfectly..."
    He looked over the balcony to Karmin, who was now pulling her neck back as they tried to bridle it. She let out a great roar, smoke pouring from her nostrils and floating up to the balcony.

    Marcus coughed a bit from the smoke, "isn't this a bit much, Father?" Marcus asked, "but I REALLY don't think that dragon wants to be here." He said. Marcus had read up on Dragons. Not much was known about them and that was why Marcus was worried his father might be descending into madness if he brought a dragon here.

    "Oh, nonsense!" the king chuckled, seeing the people below successfully pulling a bridle over Karmin's head. "Besides, look at it. The men said it was hungry and tired when they found it. A weakling. But plump it up a bit, gain its trust, and you're looking at a powerful weapon that will win us the war.."

    "I'm sorry, Father, but this is heartless even for you. You shouldn't of even taken it from it's home." Marcus said shaking his head, "even a wild beast has feelings too you know."

    His father frowned. "Is it really that heartless of me to worry about you and the men who die each day on the battle field," he questioned his son. "This dragon could mean the end of the war. It has been 15 years since it began. There are children born on the border, who have never known any life except war torn and bloody."
    Karmin meanwhile let out one last puff of smoke before they pulled her head down to the ground. The men rejoiced momentarily over their achievement before hammering in the spikes and chains to keep her in place. She could not move from the courtyard.

    Marcus sighed in defeat, "fine, but at least don't chain the dragon like a dog. If it's half dead then we need to make friends with it first."

    "First make sure it can't bite the hand that will eventually feed it," the king said, a little happier with his son's demeanor. "As you seem to have read so much in that library, undoubtedly you've come across a book that talks about dragons. Off you go now." he dismissed his son.

    Marcus grimaced again at his father but gave up and went to the kitchen to get some meat for the dragon. He had went to get himself for no particular reason other than it gave him time to think of how to approach the dragon.

    Karmin laid on her chest, eyes closed. Her wings had been tied together at her sides, so she couldn't open them, but they still had a little range of motion. Her tail waggled back and forth however.

    Marcus came out of the kitchen with a large bowl of meat for the dragon and as he was crossing the courtyard he tripped over Karmim's tail as she moved it back and forth and he staggered a bit but luckily just made a fool of himself rather than falling on the ground.

    Feeling something brush her tail, since what was light for her was heavy for him, she began to swing her tail and push against the ground, trying to stand up. Like any animal, it was dangerous to approach her from behind, which made her felt like they were ambushing her.

    Marcus quietly walked to the front of Karmin and sat down near her muzzle, "I'm sorry." He started out, "my Father shouldn't have dragged you from your home." He said and pushed the meat forward, "can you open your muzzle?" Marcus asked.

    Karmin's tail stopped moving so wildly as she began to stare down the human in front of her. She then looked down at the bowl of meat. She was hungry, she supposed, although it was a meagre portion for her. She huffed, shaking her head, because of the mussel on her.

    Marcus the got up to remove it. He was happy it was just leather and undid the straps and with a bit of effort he removed it and put it to the side then went back to sitting in front of Karmin.