Post by Rei on Nov 15, 2010 17:51:32 GMT -5
Watching M’ta’s expression carefully Z’ves smiled although tiny pricks of actually irritation danced behind his cold blue eyes. He was laughing? That was infuriating and it made him want to draw his knife and slit Mmtuh’s throat. Violent you say? Who Z’ves? Nah. The hand at his side twitched and moved a fraction but control reinstated itself quickly enough. Yes he would get immense pleasure out of stabbing the rider. But… he really had no excuse for it. Although one could undoubtedly be made up Lucith assured him. The blue wanted blood. Almost as much as the rider. So why then was he swallowing the impulse? Because now the bluerider saw it as a challenge. Who did this work on? He had the nerve to insult him on top of laughing at him. Little fucking irritant. Oh it worked and M’ta would see just how well. Z’ves didn’t have to physically hurt the brownrider to mess with him. There where other ways. More meaningful and effective ways. All he needed was better information. He did have a very good brain after all. He wouldn’t have been able to pull off some of his ruses if he didn’t.
Still Z’ves had given a physical twitch, a small sign that M’ta’s words did bother him. Contrary to what M’ta might believe Z’ves wasn’t a pushover. He could fight. He just liked to pick his battles. The rider had fought all to often on the war. He loved the battles where all you had to worry about was keeping yourself alive. Kill them before they killed you. But his favorite part of the war had been senseless slaughter. Like the Siege. He had loved gutting these southerners. Pity Baith was such a bitch or that might have continued. He’d have loved to have been able to wipe these southerners off the map like High Reaches had been.
“Out of my league hmm? Perhaps you’re out of yours Mmtuh. Don’t think you have me all figured out just from two meetings. You don’t know as much as you think you do.” Yes the bluerider was confident of that fact. But yes. Let M’ta think he knew it all. Had it all figured out. It would be that much more pleasurable when he showed the brownrider just how wrong he was. But. Perhaps he was right about one thing. Maybe he should leave. Only because Lucith’s desire to see blood spilled was running over and, although Z’ves had since blocked the dragon out, the feeling was still lingering. He idly wondered how long it would take to overpower the other rider. How many stabs before the dragons got involved and how the entire scenario would play out. After silently debating he pushed the matter aside. What fun would it be if he killed M’ta now?
Hmm. Well the brownrider had mentioned something about children and women. Perhaps there was something there he could work with. He’d have to get some information clearly. But these southerners seemed hardly able to hide anything. It shouldn’t be difficult. At all. Smiling Z’ves gave a little mock bow. “As you wish Mmtuh. I’m sure there are much more lovely things to play with anyway. See you around.” Stepping over the log he swung the stick around in his hand and nonchalantly made his way back to Lucith who was eyeing M’ta with cold indifference.
Still Z’ves had given a physical twitch, a small sign that M’ta’s words did bother him. Contrary to what M’ta might believe Z’ves wasn’t a pushover. He could fight. He just liked to pick his battles. The rider had fought all to often on the war. He loved the battles where all you had to worry about was keeping yourself alive. Kill them before they killed you. But his favorite part of the war had been senseless slaughter. Like the Siege. He had loved gutting these southerners. Pity Baith was such a bitch or that might have continued. He’d have loved to have been able to wipe these southerners off the map like High Reaches had been.
“Out of my league hmm? Perhaps you’re out of yours Mmtuh. Don’t think you have me all figured out just from two meetings. You don’t know as much as you think you do.” Yes the bluerider was confident of that fact. But yes. Let M’ta think he knew it all. Had it all figured out. It would be that much more pleasurable when he showed the brownrider just how wrong he was. But. Perhaps he was right about one thing. Maybe he should leave. Only because Lucith’s desire to see blood spilled was running over and, although Z’ves had since blocked the dragon out, the feeling was still lingering. He idly wondered how long it would take to overpower the other rider. How many stabs before the dragons got involved and how the entire scenario would play out. After silently debating he pushed the matter aside. What fun would it be if he killed M’ta now?
Hmm. Well the brownrider had mentioned something about children and women. Perhaps there was something there he could work with. He’d have to get some information clearly. But these southerners seemed hardly able to hide anything. It shouldn’t be difficult. At all. Smiling Z’ves gave a little mock bow. “As you wish Mmtuh. I’m sure there are much more lovely things to play with anyway. See you around.” Stepping over the log he swung the stick around in his hand and nonchalantly made his way back to Lucith who was eyeing M’ta with cold indifference.