Elvian laid against the prison wall, shivering from the outside cold. She had kept half of her form though it was useless, her wing was snapped in half, and at the bridge of her nose, an indent was visible where a break was. She glanced at the tall teenager she had called by the name, Blonde. His broken arm lay limp by his side, while his other arm wrapped around his knees. Why, just why are humans so horrific. She cried. We have done nothing to them. Elvian got up weakly, having not eaten, and not have eaten for longer then a dragon. She pressed the base of her hand on the metal, before ramming into it. Then she heard the door knob twist, and as she rammed up to it, the door was shoved into her sending her flying. The man held a dagger in one hand while the other had a drape. Her eyes widened. He is gonna try to kill us! Blonde did not seem to notice, because he did not move as the man approached from behind him. He held up his dagger, ready to strike him from the back, a smirk brimmed on his face. But this time Elvian wasn't so hopeless. She leaped in back of Blonde, crossing her hands over chest. The sword struck her arm and down into her stomach, blood spattering all onto the floor. He then swerved the sword towards her shoulder, slamming against bone until she heard the crack of bone. She ignored the screech of surprise coming from Blonde, slamming her knee into the mans stomach, then slashing her wing into his face. The man clumsily through the sword again, flying into her side. She felt her knees buckle under her, falling beneath her. Another man came in, but this one had no weapons. Blonde this time was the guard, turning and hunching up his shoulders, but the man only had worry in his eyes. "Come, I am here to help you escape." Blonde was hesitant and so was she, until she looked straight into his eyes. "We hungry, Blonde. We no ignore it." She shook her head, feeling her body convulse in pain and hunger. He placed his hand in front of her, but this time she did not look up, this time she let her body fall, feeling the cold prison fade.