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Post by Shiny on Aug 27, 2010 3:05:46 GMT -5
Grinning into the wind, J'ash was poised in an equestrian-like position between his Blue's ridges, his shoulder-blade length hair whipping about his face. The Bluepair was soaring through the air at breakneck speed, the relatively small-sized dragon pushing his limits. The thin weyrling laughed and called out, completely enthralled in the flight. One could call it training, but the two were suspiciously having a little too much fun for that.
The ground took the cliffs as an opportunity to come up to meet the Bluepair. Veering downwards without losing any speed, the blue-green bisected dragon skimmed the surface of the river in the direction opposite the rapids with his claws, the waterfall quickly disappearing behind them. Mist and spray shot up to dampen the large beast and His.
Ready? Craivaruth chimed suspiciously.
Ready for what? J'ash questioned with an equally suspicious tone, but the Blue gave no answer. He simply dove completely into the water, submerging them both for only a few seconds. He erupted from the surface in in a cacophony of waves and spray, unfurling his wings to shine in the sunlight. His rider was grinning madly, sopping wet hair sticking to his neck, face, and his riding leathers. That was not very nice. But J'ash was not angry in the least, and the Blue purred in his mind affectionately. You needed a shower, mine. It is my responsibility to make sure you are presentable for potential mates.
J'ash scoffed. Oh yes, because there are oh so many around these here parts. I just don't know where to start.
I see somewhere you could.
Now, the blond was confused. The dragon slithered to the shallows of a bank and walked partway up it, stopping just short of land to indicate that his rider should get off. Unbuckling himself from his harnesses, J'ash expertly disembarked the Blue's back, landing with a light splash. He was already soaked anyway, so landing in some water was not going to affect him at all.
The blue-green dragon rumbled at His, slowly wading out into the deeper parts again. It was time for a nice relaxing swim. The Blue was sure J'ash could occupy himself for the time being, granted what he knew J'ash would see in mere moments.
The gray-eyed man stepped onto shore, dripping form making the clay-like bank underneath him scattered with dark polka-dots. He tried to rearrange his wet bangs so that he could see, ending up throwing his head back entirely to gather most of his hair into a ponytail. It was too annoying wet. As he pulled his hair back, his eyes caught sight of something moving.
A male was not ten meters from him, one that looked older than he was at first glance. He looked like he was dancing with a staff; J'ash was instantly awed at the majestic and powerful forms he displayed. Clearly, the man was skilled. In what exactly, J'ash couldn't tell - but he wanted to find out. Was he what Craivaruth had been hinting at?
Cautiously, J'ash approached the other man, making sure to keep a safe distance. The last thing he wanted to do was sneak up on someone who could attack long-range. He undid the top of his riding leathers and took it off, exposing his chest. He wasn't doing it to try and hit on the other man (well, not specifically...). Indeed, it was annoying to be wearing waterlogged clothes; taking a moment, he placed the top to dry on the bank, out of the way so he wouldn't trip on it in case he had to back up in a hurry. With only stray locks of hair having missed being pulled back into a ponytail and his shirt gone, a lot of his scars were visible - but he didn't really care.
He picked at the leathers and underlying fabric clinging to his legs uncomfortably - he'd just have to live with it, because he wasn't about to take off his pants. Straightening, he watched the man for a moment longer, enthralled by his pole dance staff training. "Well, don't you have a long stick?~" he chimed, grinning. He'd leave the intentions of that sentence up to the other. Really, he just wanted to have some fun - and flirting shamelessly was his kind of fun, even if he didn't really mean it.
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Requiem
Weyrleader S'rei WM M?ta Rider A'nd Harper/Handler Dmitri Weyrbrat Miguel
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Post by Requiem on Aug 27, 2010 3:38:29 GMT -5
Hissing softly as the sweep of wood across lithe shoulders dislodged his peaked hat, he caught at it with one hand, the staff sliding easily out to the other side, nudged up along the full length of his arm and then some. He cast the hat aside with a growl. Blinding him. That was the fifth time it had gotten in the way...Irritation categorized the fury of movements that followed, sweeping naturally from one to the next, to the next. The bluerider wasn't a replicater; all of his dances were his, and as varied and flexible as a piece of music. F'ur had no art like his weyrmate, the results of which were blazoned over his calf in the form of two dragons entwined in battle - or love, for it wasn't always so easy to distinguish. No art but that which he created with his body, not that he would call it that. For him it was as simple as problem-solution. Problem: a blow to the chest winded him, and had the potential to do much worse. Solution: keep everyone at arm's length. Or more, in this case.
So absorbed was he in what he was doing he didn't notice the sodden blondie until seconds before the kid spoke, his body pivoting toward the stranger instinctively. The staff was a blur of motion, passing in front of him, arcing around, up and over a shoulder to clasp it at one end and swing it so hard and fast at the boy's nose that it fairly screamed as it passed within an inch of the other's nose. Then he was leaping forward, planting the staff and swinging wide around it to step behind and into the boy who was of a height with him, his forearm locking around J'ash's neck. He tapped the staff against the boy's knee lightly. "About average, truth be told," he responded, the sense of wry laughter lying just behind the words giving the lie to his aggressive response to the intruder. If the kid had the gall for double entendres, he'd best be able to handle the barrage coming back at him. F'ur's voice lowered, leaning slightly into him. "It's not the size. All about how you use it."
Releasing J'ash, he took a step back and clapped the kid on the back ringingly, staff swinging out (away from J'ash) and lodging along the line of his shoulders, arms draped casually over it. He circled the boy curiously. "Awfully wet, aren't you? And already stripping. My. Now that's a sight I'd like to see rather more often, but then, don't we all? What's your name, kid?" Ballsy little twerp, too, even if 'little' probably wasn't terribly applicable, given they were of a height and F'ur was almost certainly thinner. Skinny, some said, though they'd never seen him shirtless. Heh. Hazel eyes sized the kid up, running over the scars and dismissing them. Southern. The manner of speech was indication enough of that, though, and there were few enough northern men willing to flirt with other men. Although it could well be a jest. If so, joke was on him; F'ur hadn't looked at a woman with any real interest in a decade.
"Well, then, weren't you going to finish the show? Or do you usually charge by the article?" A mocking smirk touched his lips.
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Shiny
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Post by Shiny on Aug 28, 2010 19:32:01 GMT -5
Before he had any time to react, the man whipped his staff around to bring it within an inch of his nose. The screaming air it displaced that whipped his skin was almost confused for the actual weapon itself, and J'ash reacted instinctively in his shock by backing up. Well, trying to. Instead, he stumbled a little and lost his balance. He was steadied by the solid body suddenly closing in on him and the arm wrapped around his neck. It took his brain a moment to register what had happened because it had happened so fast; the stranger had swung around his planted pole and had all but leaped at him. His form stood frigid in his shock, his heart beating faster with adrenaline, gray eyes wide.
Trust you to send me off to flirt with a crazy. Thanks, Crai.
The Blue's head peeked out of the surface of the water to watch F'ur with eyes that were becoming more and more orange by the second. Be careful, mine. Craivaruth would lie in wait, although he was sourly tempted by the man's recent actions to burst out of the water and retrieve His to safety.
The ponytailed man watched F'ur from the corner of his eye, slowly forcing his body to adopt a more casual posture instead of its uncomfortable one. If the man thought he wasn't bugged by his actions, maybe he wouldn't be amused by it and would not continue to almost hit him. J'ash forced a smirk when the man began to tap his knee with the staff, but the smirk became more genuine as he replied to F'ur's double entendre. "Of course!~ It's not the size of the boat, but the motion of the ocean." He leaned in a little (paying no attention to how little space there was between them already), flirtatious grin widening. "But getting the ocean to move at all is another story. Like they say: size is all that matters."
Don't push it, Craivaruth said from his submerged position in the middle of the river. I don't trust him. Please, let us go somewhere else.
Relax. It's fine. J'ash's cool reply caused the blue-green to snort and continue his swimming with half of his original dedication.
He winced just a little as the older man clapped him on the back and repositioned into a more grounded stance as the other moved away, just in case the man jumped at him again. He turned his head to keep a playful yet cautious eye on him as he was circled and inspected. J'ash just laughed at his comments. Maybe this man would be fun after all in one sense or another, despite how he'd kind of almost attacked him earlier. "Name's J'ash. Stripper name's Shina," he joked, noticing the older man subtly checking him out. "And yours?"
Hands raised to settle on his upper abdomen, he teasingly let them slide down to the low waistline of his wet riding leathers. "I stripped my top off because you gave me such a wonderful pole dance," he purred. Smirking at the other man with silvery eyes alight with mischief, he slowly undid the top button of his pants. Although he was kind of joking, he was acting like he was serious. "I charge by the article," he played, smiling at the other. "And if you want the rest to come off, you have to pay me upfront." And then he stuck his tongue out a little for a split second before retracting it. What was with him today? Maybe it was just the fact that winter was slowly easing away. He hated the cold, and the subtle change in weather was more than welcome.
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Requiem
Weyrleader S'rei WM M?ta Rider A'nd Harper/Handler Dmitri Weyrbrat Miguel
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Post by Requiem on Sept 13, 2010 3:42:44 GMT -5
F'ur turned his head just enough to take in the dragon in the water, his expression utterly cold as his eyes narrowed on the emotions reflected in the bisected creature's eyes. He barely even heard what J'ash said, keeping the dragon in the corner of his eye. Only when it moved on (somewhat) did he return most of his attention to the...weyrling. Had to be.
His eyes flicked back over J'ash's face. "F'ur. I don't have a stripper name, but if I did, it wouldn't be a woman's," he added, his tone inflectionless enough that it was difficult to tell if he was joking or not. Not that his actual name wasn't cause for snickers enough all on it's own, especially when people insisted on pronouncing it like he was something to pet. Sadly, he still much preferred F'ur to his birth name of Flanur. "You're a bit young to be spouting so-called witticisms that my grandsire thought was clever. Though, considering how I've never seen a boat that could move an ocean, maybe it's best you keep to other people's ideas."
Pole dance. His eyes followed the boy's hands down the soft abdomen, and he almost snorted. A little lacking on the subtlety, wasn't he? As well as a couple other...things. F'ur had a thing for a pretty face, yes, but the reason for that was rather more complex than most would think, and this J'ash was definitely not his type. Not that it mattered. His 'type' had narrowed to one quite awhile ago. "Tell me. Why should I pay you anything when I get a much better show for free?" A small smirk played over his lips. "My weyrmate likes my 'pole dancing' too. He's got a few dances of his own, mostly involving sharp objects."
With a soft snort, he turned on a heel and started for the treeline, the staff rotating out and behind to lodge against his shoulderblade. "A few bits of advice? One, sneaking up on someone working with a weapon of any sort is pretty foolish. Two, think before you speak. Three, keep to things you're actually good at. I've seen chimps that flirt better than that." He hadn't so much as glanced at J'ash or slowed his walk.
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Post by Shiny on Sept 26, 2010 3:58:06 GMT -5
J'ash smiled, letting the man's lack of inflection roll off him. "Only reason I go by that name is because I get dared to dress up as a woman so often, I'm practically a she half the time." He sighed lightly, but his lips were curved with humour. His expression faltered when he realized that F'ur was staring in Craivaruth's direction. The odd sense of danger that had begun to tingle in his stomach faded as he once again had the man's attention (perhaps not undivided, but at least not completely diverted). His slight smile slowly turned into a pout. Words easily hurt him, and it was obvious. "Nice to meet you, too," he muttered, hooking his thumbs under the waistline of his soaked pants.
The brief wrinkling of J'ash's nose was playful. "Eww, weyrmate huh," he rocked forward on his feet casually, stretching his torso and abdomen. He wasn't flirting on purpose now, though it certainly could be taken that way. "My mistake. I just thought I'd try to spice up someone's day. Guess my efforts were in vein," he smiled again, unhooking one hand from his waist to scratch the back of his head innocently.
"Ouch. I don't think my 'shows' are that bad..." He pouted again, tilting his head to the side to observe the older man's body language. Nope, definitely not joking. Not that it would have mattered at this point anyway - even if he'd seemed interested, playing in weyrmated territory was dangerous. Normally, the man of such frail build took danger with a grain of salt, but danger brought on by love (assuming F'ur was even capable of love) was something entirely different.
"Ouch again," his hand came up to briefly rest against his heart. "I'm actually trying here. Some positive support would be nice, y'know." Blink, blink; J'ash was suddenly faced with Fur's retreating back. "Oi! I wasn't done with you," he whined, following the man who obviously wanted to be left alone without a second thought. Carrying himself quickly across the bank to try and close some distance between them, he was careful to not get quite so close this time. Craivaruth gave a grumble of warning in J'ash's mind, and the Weyrlingrider tried to console him before beginning to ignore the Blue's vibes. "I'm a fool like that, I'll admit," he started, knowing full well that F'ur may just completely ignore his attempts to converse. "I jump headfirst into situations without thinking. Put myself at risk a lot. And I'm just trying to entertain you a little. I know I'm not the best with words, but..."
Why did he feel like a stray puppy following a passer-by who didn't want him? Maybe if he stopped being so playful... "So, um... Where'd you learn to do that anyway? That was really cool."
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Requiem
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Post by Requiem on Oct 6, 2010 20:51:45 GMT -5
F'ur had absolutely no comment for J'ash that wasn't likely to make him bawl. Still, he nearly said it anyway. What sort of man spent half his time wandering around looking like a woman because someone had dared him to? What, didn't he have a free will of his own? Must like dressing like a woman. Sharding f*g. Made the rest of them look bad. It was men like this that made it necessary for him to hide at Fort for so long.
Kid really didn't know which lines to cross and which to leave alone. Everything he said - interjected, really - was being ignored, mostly for the kid's own safety. Hopefully he was smart enough not to continue throwing himself at F'ur, because if he started in on how boring things must be or started getting too assertive he was likely to end up kicked into the nearest hard object. At best. The bluerider wasn't born yesterday; he knew flirting when he saw it. All the pouts and simpers might work on someone who was actually attracted to women - and didn't mind being manipulated - but J'ash was employing almost every trait that turned F'ur off the 'fairer' sex to begin with.
"You're done with me," he growled back, shouldering his way through branches and letting them lash back in J'ash's face. But the kid was still following him, still jabbering. He spun, fixing the boy with a disdainful look. "Cool, is it? You have no idea who I am, do you?" He advanced on J'ash, circling around to cut him off from the bisected dragon - was it as gender-confused as its rider? - under the cover of the trees. A slow grin spread across his features. "I'm the Mad Dog. Sixteen turn veteran of the northern wars. All I'm good for is a fight, and I like nothing better than killing skinny punks that don't know when to shut their flaps. Makes me a bit crazy, see?" He took another step. "Just have to shut" step "them" step "up." F'ur drew his arm back, sending his hand whistling for J'ash's jaw. He stopped it a bare inch from connecting and turned his hand to pat the boy's cheek. "Don't piss yourself."
F'ur shouldered him aside. "You'll run off, if you know what's good for you. Only thing I hate worse than women and stuck-up bronzes is a twink."
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