[ When the dragon speaks, Trevor stops with his kicking and squirming. He knows that voice. Red eyes which blaze like fire search out the room and land on the dragon who speaks, Trevor tilting his head for a moment as he still visibly pushes against the restraints around his wrists. ]
Ciarán.
[ He wears a smile on his lips but his fangs poking out tell of vicious intent. Blood. He wants blood so badly. ]
Think you can help me out of these?
[ So I can pin you to the ground and drink you dry? ]
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Ciarán.
[ He wears a smile on his lips but his fangs poking out tell of vicious intent. Blood. He wants blood so badly. ]
Think you can help me out of these?
[ So I can pin you to the ground and drink you dry? ]