Dare to Try? (Please post!)

Smokey sighed, breathing in the musky air of the bag. Her wings were pinned behind her, legs tied. She was being dragged, but the sand and rocks only scratched her armor. She had been captured from her rider, who she was sure was dead by now. Her powerful wings tugged at the chain, but without front legs her battle was usless.

Many voices filled her highly tuned ears, they were all greedy and full of, well, scary things. The young wyvern was shaking, but refused to struggle.

Transparent blue wings were stomped on, to see if she were still alive. Smokey let out a shriek, and started to stand once her back legs ere freed. FLying was useless when her wings were tied, and she could not see a thing.