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Post by Administrator on Jul 31, 2008 17:05:17 GMT -5
D'vin felt uncomfortable. He wasn't completely on the bed-- his torso was on top of a body, on top of a bed, and their tangled legs were dangling on the floor. It was almost immediately after he roused that he realized that something was very, very wrong. He remembered enough to remember that there had been the Flight... and that Hiriarth had one. But this was not the Flight rooms. He had been in the Flightrooms before, and this was way too small... He looked around sleepily. Then, it hit him like a hard punch to the stomach. No, this was most definitely not the Flight rooms. In face, this had to be the exact opposite... Moving his head awkwardly at the body he was crushing beneath him, he froze. Weyrling. Weyrling. Weyrling. All the alerts in his head chose to screech at that very moment, and the man twitched, and quickly extracted himself off of the young body. Through Fall, fog, and fire, he did not just come in and... take advantage of a weyrling... A young rider of a baby dragon!
Disgusted with himself, he pulled away from the boy. Shard it... He knew that the boy would not have wanted this. After all, it was the number one rule of weyrlinghood. Panic took over him. He... Was he going to be the culprit of ruining the innocence of a boy and his dragon?! Reaching for his clothes, he leaped about, shoving his legs in each hole, pulling them up as quickly as he could. Shard it, this boy was young. Guilt was mixed in with the guilt in a nasty swirl of emotions. Maybe, if he got out fast enough, the boy wouldn't even remember it... Except the blood might be a giveaway... He paled. Shard it. This boy would realize it. Would he know who it was if he got away fast enough? Fumbling around in his mind for Hiriarth, he found the sharding brown was still asleep. With Ith, no doubt.
Why couldn't he wake up in a nice way with a warm body instead of in this mess? He shouldn't be worrying about raping young boys. He should be curled up with a plump, squishy feminine body... or a small, if fit, man. Not an adolescent boy... He spun around, looking for his shirt... but instead found himself looking at an immature bronze dragon. He felt weak in the knees. Oh, it wasn't just a weyrling he raped. It was an honest-to-Faranth heterosexual rider of a bronze dragon. Someday, this kid could be his superior. He suddenly felt extremely nauseous. Slowly, he crept toward the door, hoping the boy was asleep-- and hoping he hadn't noticed the absence of the weight on top of him.
He did not want to be recognized-- he didn't want to be labeled as a child-rapist.
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Post by Kisha-Ra on Aug 1, 2008 10:51:15 GMT -5
R’aro groaned and blinked dazedly, was there some reason he was lying half on the cot and half on the floor here? He managed to pull himself fully on to the cot before memory hit him between the eyes. No… he must be going utterly mad… no one would… not with Idith so… R’aro blushed and pulled his body into a defensive position, sat on the cot with his knees drawn up to his chest, noting as he did so all the unusual places he ached in.
Reluctantly the boy thought about things, he was clear on everything right up until D’vin turned up, that was where things got seriously odd. No one should smile like that, R’aro shivered as his mind shied away from the next batch of memories. It wouldn’t be so bad but, sharditall, Idith had been right, in a way; R’aro had liked what was happening to him, even if the situation had repulsed him. There was probably something very wrong with his mind.
Idith blinked and yawned, he didn’t understand anything that was going on but he did wish His and Hiriarth’s had been a bit more quiet, they made it very hard to sleep. Wait, was Hiriarth’s leaving? That wasn’t supposed to happen, the bronze had a vauge idea from the dreams his rider inadvertently shared. Weren’t they supposed to curl up together once they were done mating? Hiriath’s is sneaking off.[/color] the young dragon announced, turning to look at his bonded.
Fat lot of help you were Idith. R’aro responded resentfully, glaring at his dragon. Idith only blinked and twitched his tail a little. Don’t you want to snuggle up with him?[/color] Idith asked confused. R’aro jumped as if stung. ‘No I do not want to snuggle up with him you bronze wherry!’ He yelled at Idith, apparently forgetting D’vin’s existence while he dealt with this unexpected threat.
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Post by Administrator on Aug 4, 2008 1:01:15 GMT -5
D'vin froze as he heard a groan coming from the cot. Shard it, the boy had awoken. Turning very slowly, he felt his face turning red (though he was actually a mix of red and purple) as he looked on the boy. In any other time, D'vin probably wouldn't have minded the boy's looks. But he was a weyrling, and that put him an enitre class below him. Then there was also the fact that he had never asked the boy if he could do that to him in the first place... Shard it all. He stared dumbly at the boy. He raped a little straight bronzerider, which was probably the worst thing he could do. Part of him was screaming on the inside to turn and run away before R'aro could register who exactly had done this to him, but the kinder side of him wanted to make sure the poor lad was all right. His conscience dueled itself, and he continued to gaze stupidly at the weyrling. However, his good side won, and he shook his head.
"Erm, hello," he said awkwardly, looking around. Where was the boy's pants? Spotting them at the base of the cot, he slowly approached them, bending to pick them up and toss them to R'aro. "Are you all right?" he asked quietly. He paused. "I... I know it can be really painful like that, and I'm so so sorry for doing this to you." Grovel, yes, that was all he could do now. He hoped that the boy wasn't bleeding anymore, which he was almost positive that he had in the first place-- amidst winning Flightlust, D'vin knew he would not have been merciful to the lad. It was guaranteed disaster for someone who probably wasn't used to this kind of activity. He held up his hands as a peaceful gesture. He wouldn't touch the boy again.
The outburst surprised him. "Snuggle up with who?" he asked, blinking. The boy seemed hysterical, and D'vin placed the blame instantly on himself. "I'm sorry," he murmured, looking around wildly. "If... If it still hurts or if you're bleeding, go to the infirmary. If you've never done that before, I am so sorry for such a bad first experience..." He flinched. Well, bronzeriders probably didn't have this happen as much as a lower color, but still... "It's actually quite nice when it's gentle, which I was far from," he told R'aro. He gulped. If he could down a gallon of fellis to put him out of his miserable guilt, that would be a beautiful ending to a horrible day like this. "How is your dragon?" he asked worriedly, looking over to Idith. Shards, if he had ruined the bronze's innocence on top of that...
Eunuch. He should become a eunuch, he thought bitterly. It would certainly save many weyrlings from such a bad fate. He was such a bad man, a poor excuse for a rider, who could break into a weyrling room and rape the boy inside... Blast the shell and sear the skin. He deserved to be left outside during Threadfall.
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Post by Kisha-Ra on Aug 7, 2008 9:52:07 GMT -5
R’aro flinched and blushed an even deeper shade of red as D’vin looked at him, but managed to catch his clothing as it was thrown to him. He leapt up like a startled feline and yanked the trousers on, keeping a wary eye on D’vin as he did so.
It was becoming quite clear from the current actions and speech of the rider that whatever he was earlier, he had not been sane and now his senses had returned to him. Not good. ‘I’m…not hurt, just sore.’ R’aro looked at his own feet as he spoke, not sure if he’d ever be able to meet anyone’s eyes again. ‘Besides I don’t think it’s wise to go to the infirmary.’ He added after an uncomfortable moment of looking at the floor. ‘I don’t know what kind of effect this would have on my weyrlinghood if anyone found out.’ No one could take Idith off him, thankfully but he could be punished in other ways he was certain.
R’aro managed to meet D’vin’s eyes for a moment before his gaze slid away to focus on the man’s left ear. Worry, and guilt, were displayed there for all to see. R’aro frowned; he couldn’t just let D’vin walk away, no matter how much he wanted to. He reached out for Idith, reassuring himself that the young bronze was all right. ‘Idith seems fine. He thinks we should be curled up together. I hope you’ll forgive me if I don’t agree. Can I ask what in the name of the first egg waas going on? You looked…insane, actually.’ R’aro kept his voice steady; he needed to be strong for now. Later he would be weak, later…
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Post by Administrator on Aug 7, 2008 16:23:46 GMT -5
D'vin was very careful to look away as R'aro got his pants on. Well, he'd already seen everything the poor boy had to over, but if he could preserve R'aro's pride in any way, he would do so. Shards, he hated the thought of what he had done. How had R'aro acted, once it had been clear what D'vin's crazed intentions were? Was he scared? Had the boy cried? D'vin grimaced, kicking himself over and over. He felt Hiriarth's sleepy presence in the back of his mind, trying to comfort him, but he would have none of that. He had destroyed the innocence of the boy, and definitely had marred the baby mind of the bronze dragon. In a single stupid act, he had destroyed everything in his path. He inched slightly toward the door. The boy was probably thinking monstrous thoughts about him-- and sadly, D'vin didn't blame him. He deserved to be called a monster, a rapist, a molester... The poor boy, and the poor dragonet.
"No... no blood?" he asked hesitantly, unsure. It would be a miracle if there wasn't, especially if this was R'aro's first time letting someone in the back door. Especially with Flight-violence... He resisted the urge to shudder. He regarded the boy, looking only at the face and nothing below the neck, even if he didn't meet R'aro's eyes. If there was no blood, then R'aro might be fine, but still, he didn't trust it. He might've ruptured something deeper. "I think you still should go to the infirmary," he added gently. "I don't know what other... damage... might have been done. Just tell them that you were... that you were taken against your will." He couldn't bring himself to say the word raped. A nasty little voice spoke in his mind. Rapist, rapist, that's all you do, taking the innocence of young boys and hurting them, warping the minds of baby dragons... D'vin gulped.
Mine, it was the Flight. Do not blame yourself,[/color] Hiriarth told him sleepily.
No, I should've kept control long enough to find the Flight rooms... I /should've/ kept control... D'vin felt helpless. The sooner he could get out, the better he'd be. He could see the hurt in the poor boy's eyes. It felt like a kick to the gut, and a well-deserved one.
Blinking at what R'aro said the bronze thought, he frowned. "Why would he think that?" he asked, slightly dumbfounded. Sometimes people cuddled after Flights, he supposed. Did the bronze think that would happen every time? And he didn't blame R'aro for sharing D'vin's thinking that cuddling was out of the question for this. He nodded amiably. The next question brought a purple flush to the brownrider's face.
"A green Flight," he replied dully. "I was caught unawares, and got lost on the way to the Flightrooms, and somehow got here instead." He sighed. "It isn't exactly a sane moment. You'll understand how it feels when you're in your first Flight. But usually, this doesn't happen. I'm sorry." Shards, how he hated himself...
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Post by Kisha-Ra on Aug 10, 2008 13:38:47 GMT -5
R’aro shivered a bit but not as much as he supposed he should have, perhaps he should show a different face to the man who had burst into his room and…invaded him. Perhaps if he had one of them might feel different about things. But R’aro had always been good at throttling down his emotions and Idith made a comforting, if utterly confused, and supporting presence in the room and in the back of R’aro’s mind. However neither of those things stopped him blushing so hard that his neck and parts of his bare chest started turning the same glowing shade as his face.
His eyes flashed to the furs where he’d retreated after regaining his senses, there was a little blood there but he didn’t hurt too badly. There was no way he was going to examine that part of himself in front of D’vin. ‘I’m really not that badly hurt.’ He insisted, fixing his gaze on the floor. ‘I think it’s mostly from, ah, where, um…’ He let that sentence die in midair. ‘I’ll go if the bleeding starts again.’ He muttered and hoped that would satisfy D’vin’s concern.
‘Idith, uh, got some ideas from my dreams.’ R’aro managed to answer that without flush, not that it was possible to go a deeper red shade than he already was. ‘I guess he thinks that should always happen.’ A green flight? That would explain things, like that look in D’vin’s eyes… this time R’aro did shudder and his thoughts were interrupted by Idith. Clearly I erred somehow. Hirath’s is upsetting you, he is an unsuitable mate. I will make him go away if you wish.[/color] The young bronze offered moving to stand beside his bonded and press against R’aro as if he could comfort his chosen so easily.
The simple contact of Idith pressing against him nearly had R’aro sinking to the ground and wrapping his arms around the dragonet, though whether R’aro though he could protect Idith or be protected by him was up for debate. Somehow he managed to restrain himself but the cheerful little trill of a firelizard and Insi’s clumsy landing on his bare shoulders was the last straw for his control. R’aro turned away and made a fuss of his littlest flitter, hoping D’vin wouldn’t notice the tears that tracked silently down R’aro’s face. Idith made a sad little sound to himself, unsure of what to do for the best.
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Post by Administrator on Aug 21, 2008 13:03:04 GMT -5
D'vin felt as though the world was slowing down around him. He was still having such trouble comprehending the fact that he ended the innocence of this poor boy so forcefully. He hated rapists, but now, he was one of them! He one instinct was to get out as soon as he could. After all, a little voice in his head sneered, this boy wouldn't want to be around the man that had forced himself into his body. How had R'aro felt, as D'vin charged into his room and held him so that he could rob his innocence? Flight or not, D'vin had no excuse. He should've found a willing person, and should've kept his sanity long enough to actually get to the Flight rooms. It was his fault, plain and simple. One stroke of carelessness, and he hurt a weyrlingrider! He backed up a little more. Get to the door, get out, the voice in his head told him. He inched closer to the door. But his eyes watched carefully as R'aro looked quickly at the bed.
He nodded weakly. "I still think that you should... tell someone. If... If you're feeling... bad about this, or... or anything, tell a mindhealer or someone, or... talk to a friend," he stammered. He didn't want the boy to suffer any more than he already had. Though, he hoped R'aro would never tell anyone his name. He didn't want to get in trouble over this... "This.. This happens to people a lot," he said, with little assertion in his tone. "Lots of people in this Weyr have been... violated." He wasn't able to say the word rape. "You... You might try talking to them," he suggested.
He watched guiltily as R'aro continued to speak. That poor young dragon had also been given a taste of what had happened, too. Feeling in his own mind Hiriarth beginning to awaken, he shut the brown out immediately, much to the protesting of the creature. Whether he liked it or not, R'aro's bronze was now confused about things he shouldn't even know. He looked down as Idith made his way to R'aro protectively. He was a monster... He was no better than the cruel men of the North, doing this! All thoughts of how good a dragonrider he was had dissipated quickly. Dragonriders were... monsters. Gulping, he backed even further through the tunnel-like door, especially as he saw R'aro sink to the ground. He had caught the small glimmer of tears on the boy's cheeks. This made him feel even lower. This one act of carelessness was making a strong, bronze weyrling cry.
"Get... Get help, of some kind," he mumbled. He hesitated. "And tell someone. I don't want you feeling bad. It was not your fault, it was mine. And... I'm so sorry." Looking through the hall, he saw nobody was there. Looking down in shame, he inched out the door-- away from R'aro.
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