Prologue:
Rageflight shoved several silver discs, the weapons of the NightWing assassins, into his bag along with a neck guard, a set of metal talon covers, several ropes, and a sack about the size of a dragon's head. All necessary for assassinations, at least from what his father, Avarice, had told him. As he finished packing, his mate, Thunderwing, came into the room.
Rageflight hated Thunderwing with all his heart, and thought that his father's decision to marry him off to the most idiotic, most boring, most annoying NightWing on the NightWing Island, or even all of Pyrrhia, was a horrible choice. "I just wanted to know when you'll be back, especially since-" "Shut up, you worthless excuse for a NightWing!" Rageflight roared, pushing past Thunderwing to get to the main room of their house.
Rageflight allowed the bag to settle around his neck. "While I'm gone, do not touch anything that's mine, do not go in my room, and do not leave this house." "What if I need to get something that is located outside the house?" "You won't. But since you have the audacity to question my orders, come with me." Rageflight stalked back into his room, and opened his big storage chest. After digging around in it for several minutes, Rageflight produced two wing bindings, like the ones the RainWing prisoners had on, a neck collar, and a long chain. After he got all of that stuff, he stormed into back into the main room.
"In answer to your first question, worm," Rageflight whirled and slammed his tail into Thunderwing's underbelly. She collapsed, winded. "I will be back in a week." He slammed his tail into the side of Thunderwing's head, knocking her out, before he folded her wings over and shoved them into the metal wing clamps. After attaching the collar to the chain and the chain to the wall, Rageflight dragged Thunderwing over and clamped the collar around her neck. Stepping back, Rageflight nodded in satisfaction. Then he turned and left to receive his next assignment.