What is bondage? To many it's to be contained, striped of your rights, or restrained then tortured until they forget how is to opposite. But that's many and not all. Other find being restrained and being robbed of free movement refreshing. They never feel more alive even thou their will becomes invalid. One of those people who felt the rush of being powerless was a woman by the name of Synthesis Evergarden. A submissive she was not, that would imply she would give herself to another, and her dragonic pride wouldn't allow that. Yes, she loved the feeling of being powerless in sexual situations, but the partner would have to create it. But she could never find the proper candidates.
Synthesis had red hair which caught a flame when she was angry. She was a humanoid (more human with dragon features than a humanoid than as a human figure but is more beast looking.), red scales decorated her pale skin, scales were on her lower and upper abdomen, around her neck that lead down to the bridge of her breast to her upper abdomen, the scales on her back formed a wrym. Her face had no scales, and her scandalous legs had scales here and there. Prideful and broad dragon wings sprout from her back. She also had a fully scaled dragon tail. Her height 6' 2".
High Elves were too cocky, they see themselves as the superior race, and frankly could be racist. They just expect you to play submissive, and when denied they don't throw fits, they throw royal fits. But after a quick demonstration of her powers they end their fit, but now they become a royal wuss then throw names at her such as beast, brute, and etc.
Other beast race depending on what they were either were too arrogant or would allow her to take the lead. But all of them couldn't handle her dragonic fury. Not even her own kind could handle her. Dragons were high in society, and Synthesis attended gatherings. Some of the males swarmed her trying to charm her, many she had to navigate their eyes from her perky C86 breast to well her eyes. None of them captured her attention, but a loner by the window admiring the beauty of the moon. She was slightly baffled, every single man in the room but him was trying to win affection of a female, all who were complete knock outs, yet he gives his attention to moon. She would give the men around her the cold shoulder and approach the man.
"Hello." She stood beside him. "Wonderful night."
His grey eyes met were her golden ones. "It is." His voice was low but it had an ominous vibe. She liked that. "So why did you deny all the dogs a treat, and then walk over to loner?" His hair was short and neat. A strand of hair hover over his left eye. He wore a black tux with a grey necktie. Silver crescent moon cufflinks shone slightly from the cuffs of the tux. He was about 6'1 and was slightly bulky nothing extreme. It was clear he regularly maintain his muscles. His skin was an odd complexion it was grey like the moon, and look like it could shine any moment.
"At least you recognize me a threat. And the reason I came to you is because you can be a possibly magnificent breed."
He chuckled. "Ne'zarth."
"Synthesis." Suddenly a High Elf grabs her hand due to a damaged pride from her cold shoulder.
"You wrench, you dare talk to this minority than me? Do you not know who I am?!" People were now looking at the uprising scene. Synthesis were about to knock his lights out but Ne'zarth stepped in.
"Apologize to her and leave her be. Enjoy the party and stop creating a scene."
"How dare you tell me what to do!? Mongrels!" The High Elf attempt to strike Ne'zarth but as the hand was about to reach him it completely froze in place. Ne'zartg eyes became a shiny silver and he completely turn to face him. No body stopped this for it was quite normal for fights to break out. With so many different races heads are bound to buck. A few friends of the High Elf attempted to jump in but they suddenly froze, Ne'zarth was someone not to be messed with. He opened the balcony then grabbed the High Elf by his face dragging him over the edge of the balcony.
"Did you call me a mongrel?" Would let him go but he remained in the air. Ne'zarth sighs. "You can still move your eyes. So depending on how you move them, determines if you leave here alive. Your going to apologize to both of us, then you and your friends will leave this event. Understood?" The High Elf nod his eyes up and down. "Good." The unknown force that held the High Elf in the air slowly faded and he started to fall. Synthesis watched with amazement and the other spectators gasped in terror. But Ne'zarth grabbed him by the face for he was still in grabbing range. He threw him onto the solid balcony floor. The High Elf apologized in trepidation of what would happen if he didn't. His friends shortly unfroze then all of them fled. Every spectator looked away afraid to be Ne'zarth's next victim, everyone but Synthesis who was now infatuated with the stranger. She wondered who he was. His eyes return to normal.
"I'm so sorry Mr. Lune. I didn't know this would happen. Your an honored guest here." This all came from the hostess of the party. "Please don't tell your mother. I hate to beg but she wo-."
"Stop worrying." Ne'zarth cuts her off. "This party was quite satisfying. No need to worry."
"Really?! I mean thank you."
"No thank you." To Synthesis he was just being humble or even empathetic. The hostess left after bowing, which Synthesis found strange. Boldly she approached him.
"So you can go from violent berserker to humble comforter. Hm who are you?" Ne'zarth smirked at her question. He loved the fact that the little display of wrath didn't turn her away.
"Hm. Ne'zarth Noir Lune."