The groans and footsteps of the wyvern can be heard before it can be seen, the creature endures and unnatural and mistreated life. It was imprisoned two years ago by the dark-elf clan, a bit permanently fused around its face. The event was painful as it was knocked unconscious and awoke with this abomination upon its snout a heavy chain attached to it. but as it tried to pull away it found itself withering in pain as the barbs and spikes within the inside of the bit dug into the flesh of its nose and the roof of its mouth. Soon the small and inferior creatures took hold of this chain and pulled bring forth more pain, it was forced to follow for its surfing became worse if it resisted, soon it was saddled and all the while it could do nothing as now a muzzle was made with a chain going through the loops of the bit, its face would bleed every time it tried to open its mouth. And then there was one of those hideous man like creatures on his back pulling the reins this way and that, he had no choice but to comply as he was now weak from the blood lost from the rubbing of the spikes within the bit. Now he has become a slave to his rider, now he has learned to “behave” and no longer feels as much pain as he obeys every move of the reins attached to his bit. His rider is young but cleaver and heartless. He prances the wyvern around like a exotic horse knowing that flight is a pleasure for the breed and he is not so kind as to allow it the bliss of flight, he only flies when he sees it necessary. He stops just in front of you and taunts the wyvern more by pulling one of the reins sharply forcing it to yield and turn its head to avoid the bloodshed form the spikes, it has no choice but to let itself be controlled and to not let his sprit be broken as he must remain quick of wit and wait, and be ready, for the that chance when he may receive his revenge.