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Post by Rei on Oct 12, 2010 21:50:14 GMT -5
The bluerider tsked softly under his breath, the sound corrective in nature. A wide smile was given to M’ta. Amusing. See this was what he wanted before. Fun. How nice of this little Legatus rider to let him have some. “My apologies ‘Mntuh’.” Z’ves intentionally drew the name out as his fingers moved from tracing the brownrider’s nipple to the piercing. “I’m sure you can do better than that.” Twisting the ring to the point of painfulness he smiled gently.
“Unfortunate that you seem unable to cooperative.” With a sudden yank he ripped the ring from M’ta’s skin, a friendly smile still fixed on his face. “Such a shame.” Cold blue eyes danced with dark pleasure as the blood started flowing and he swiped a finger through it to ‘paint’ a Z on one of M’ta’s pectoral muscles. Dropping his hand he brought the ring up to his face, head tilting as he examined it. With a shrug he tucked it into one of his pockets.
His companions in turn chuckled darkly. K’non firming his hold on Caden and, just ever so slightly, increasing the pressure on the blade against her throat. Wouldn’t want the kid to suddenly decide to play hero. Would be more blood painting the hallway that way. There was enough already. S’tal merely took a lazy glance around and P’tol gave a soft snort. Well used the greenriders where to Z’ves and his particular cruelties. Playtime was just beginning.
Indeed it was. Pulling a small blade from the sheath at his hip Lucith’s rider turned it around in his hands briefly, allowing the metal to reflect the dim lighting in the stone hallway. “Alright then M’ta.” Again the drawn out pronunciation. “Perhaps you’d like to try this again?” The words where soft and questioning. Unsheathing the blade Z’ves again stepped forward, setting the tip of the dagger on the start of the letter he had written in the brownrider’s own blood. His other hand rose to tangle in M’ta’s hair forcing the brownrider’s head back to expose his throat.
“Where is Legatus? Surely your Behruth has ‘at least’ the last coordinates they where given?” As he spoke he stabbed the blade into M’ta’s skin, not deep enough to cause irreparable harm but deep enough that it would surely scar, need stitching more than likely. Slowly Z'ves began to trace the letter ‘Z’ he had previously drawn in blood, blade dragging through the brownrider’s skin easily. The fresh blood that poured from the wound only served to further widen his smile.
“Feel free to start cooperating at any time.” The tone of the man’s voice was far too cheerful. “Maybe I’ll decide to spare you the pain if you do.” There was always the candidate to use as leverage to if this didn’t work. Honestly though M’ta’s torture was just beginning. Z’ves liked to mark things before he got into real playtime and this one was amusing him nicely. The bluerider rather hoped he could draw it out a bit longer. Plenty of fun things to do. Why let the interrogators have all the fun? A genuine smile flitted across his face as he continued his ‘brand’.
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Post by rii on Oct 12, 2010 23:24:31 GMT -5
Ba'sun retrieved his bow from the floor, staring blankly at the bundle in his arms. What was he going to do with a kid – looked old enough to be off the breast. At least he hoped. Otherwise he was a touch worried he had let the last wet nurse slip out of the weyr. Ba'sun shook the thoughts out of his head. Not the things he should be focusing on during the tail end of an invasion.
The dark laughter drifted down the hallway, settling Ba'sun back into the proper frame of mine. He knew the trouble that tied in with that sound. The archer peeked again around the corner, lips pressing into a thin line at the scene. Alright, well, first thing was first.. couldn't run around with an almost toddler in his arms. Ekaaarth
Babyssitting, the ichor stained blue mused, dropping from the ranks in the sky to land on a ledge. He snaked inside, coiling near the doorway and out of sight of the other dragons. I can hear Jora'One sscreaming at you from here. Yeah, yeah. At least she can't throw things across an ocean.
Grabbing the furs from one of the empty weyrs, Ba'sun dragged them out to the stone couch. He set up a temporary rest for Shoal between Ekarth's curled front legs. The blue crooning gently to the babe. Ba'sun patted the blue's snout. "Just try not to put him in your mouth, okay?" I refrain - thiss time.
The bluerider moved back out into the hallways, working back toward where he had left the the others; this time not masking his approach. "Hey," A growl to his tone as he shoved the man not holding Caden aside to get among the other wastelanders. "You have better things you should be doing, Z'ves, like stopping the weyr folk from trickling out around you 'cause you fucks are too busy playing grab ass."
There was no warning, Ba'sun's fist connected with the side of M'ta's face with enough strength behind it to knock out a bound man. At least it was Ba'sun's intention, and if the knife throwing knew what was good for him, he'd at least play the part. The bluerider wasn't above landing a second, or third, blow to knock the brownrider out. The look, though, was all on Z'ves. "Keep your sick little mind out of this and follow orders."
A narrowed look shot at K'non, "Get your knife off him. Ja'kin wants them alive. Put him with all the others."
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Post by Requiem on Oct 14, 2010 13:02:50 GMT -5
It was probably unrealistic, but he was hoping that the boy would get an opportunity to flee. It was a hope that only became stronger at the expression in this man's eyes. M'ta would recognize this type of predator anywhere. It made his stomach tighten into a queasy knot. The only thing worse than finding himself in a situation so uncomfortably close to the one that still troubled his sleep on occasion was the thought of being forced to watch, helpless, as they 'played' with someone else.
Strangely, the pain helped; it kept the rising sense of panic from becoming too strong. The man twitched as the piercing was ripped free, and then...he lauged. It was a darkly amused laugh, barely louder than a chuckle. He ignored the finger sliding over his chest in favor of focusing on pain, turning that into anger and defiance; the defense mechanism served him as well as it always had. M'ta refused to show the terror that threatened to rise up. Hated men touching him, but especially like this.
Watching the man pocket the ring, he commented, "You actually think that's original, don't you?" Blood pulsed slowly with his heartbeat and began making it's way down his stomach. There was a reason he only wore one piercing when both nipples had been pierced. You could see the scarring on the other if you looked close enough.
When the steel touched his chest his lip twitched up into something suspiciously like a sneer. "Why don't we try it with my hands free?" Bravado, perhaps, but it took nothing to take a knife to a bound man already being held at knife point. The muscles in his neck clenched as his head was forced up. Guess the rider was too cowardly to make the field more even. Shockingly.
The blade sunk into his chest, the internal commentary halting abruptly. M'ta barely heard the question, all his attention devoted to keeping Sneak away and Behruth silent while the blade slid through muscle. The brownrider's chest heaved, blood sheeting down. His breath hissed through clenched teeth. Cooperate? Spare the pain? M'ta knew his type, and it would only end when the man got bored. It occurred to him that the man's knee was well within range. His grip on Sneak was slipping. 'Ruth- I've got him. Mine, just let me... No. The brownrider would have explained, but forming the words was too difficult. His eyes slitted venemously, muscles in neck and shoulders twitching, then he spit directly into the rider's eyes. Screaming had been dismissed as something that was no more likely to bring help than more trouble. The knee would have been satisfying...but probably ended with the knife at his back severing his spine.
Before the inevitable repercussions, a body jostled into their midst. M'ta couldn't make him out with his head held immobile, but the words meant something. Z'ves. He would not forget that name. Sneak was still frantic in his mind and Behruth's fear was palpable. The brownrider tried to focus on the pain to clear his head as he'd done before. It wasn't an insignificant amount of blood, though, and then the fist crashed into his jaw, the blow stronger for Z'ves' grip on his hair. The man slumped.
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Post by Ruby on Oct 14, 2010 13:16:25 GMT -5
((Caden's just doing what she's told... for now))
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Post by Rei on Oct 14, 2010 21:17:47 GMT -5
Z’ves was pleased with M’ta’s reactions to be honest. It was never fun when they started to give up right away. He much preferred the fight. It made finally breaking them into a quivering mess all the more rewarding. The spitting however caused him to twist the knife in retribution. Not that it wasn’t expected. Quite the contrary. Woman spat all the time on him in play. However, they soon learned why such a thing was unacceptable. This M’ta would just have to learn the hard way like they all had. Blinking rapidly to clear his eyes he shoved the knife in just tad deeper and… a voice hailed him and he yanked the knife free. The bluerider’s ‘work’ was done anyway. However his hand remained fisted in the other rider’s hair.
Head turning towards the other wasteland bluerider Z’ves actually snarled, but didn’t move, even when his prey was rendered unconscious. It quite effectively ended his game too soon and though he was displeased he knew better than to argue currently. Cold blues eyes flashed with just the first inkling of true anger but with a sudden snort he gestured for P’tol to pick up the captive. Then he turned his attention back to Ba’sun, just long enough to give the man an intentional look of thinly irritation. “I am following orders. I’m allowed to kill those who resist.” He gestured to the bodies down the hallway. “This one was from Legatus I decided he was worth keeping. We are quite effectively blocking this hallway. How about you worry about yourself hmm?” Tossing a smile towards the other bluerider he turned to his companions. “You heard the old spoil sport. Lets wrap it up.”
K’non nodded and dropped the knife from Caden’s neck only to jerk her arms behind her and bind them together similar to the way M’ta had been handled before. Shoving the candidate forward he smiled. “Keep moving forward. Attempt to run and I will gut you.” Factual the words where, the tone cold and leaving no room for misinterpretation. Brushing past Ba’sun Z’ves gave the other a cold smile. “Not my fault rats like to bite back.” Thus he moved down the hallway with his other companions, leaving the other wastelander to his own devices. Lucith. We have a captured Legatus rider that may be of interest to the wingleader. Inform him and then come pick me up. Millieth had sadly broadcasted the surrender. Playtime was over.
Pity.
END THREAD ^^
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