Post by rii on Sept 29, 2009 21:10:50 GMT -5
Not much else to do here. Saboth commented toward the topic of hunting. He curled back up, long tail coming around–pausing to flick away the fallen branch, before resting back over his muzzle. His eyes closed, and he rumbled lightly before sending a question to the other blue. You have lived in the South much longer, hatched here?
That had been a direct question she evaded, but F'lix merely raised his eyebrow in response. She had needlessly demonstrated her use of the metal baton, but apparently expressing anything about the bow was asking too much. He liked the bows, but didn't have much experience with them. Oh well. Didn't make much sense to him, but these Selenitas riders, he never saw eye-to-eye with the lot of them. Or anyone, aside from fellow Benden riders that weren't utter failures.
A pleasant smile cross his features–but only because he was decidedly irritated with trying to converse with the woman. The male bluerider lifted his hands, displaying pale palms outward for her to view. These were his weapons. Likely she could clearly see at least one of his daggers belted around his thigh, the others safely tucked out of sight. He was trying to learn to be more lethal bare-handed, but it was still a skill beyond him. But his hands were still his weapons, they guided the steel to the taste of flesh.
He began to walk across the field, turning his back on Evrgande and heading toward the dragons. Part of him didn't want to leave his spot of solitude, but short of chasing the woman off (and F'lix couldn't find it in himself to do this to a woman) F'lix opted to just leave before he gave in to his usual habits to cure boredom. Such as invading personal space, flirting (by means of violence) just to get an interesting reaction out of her. No, he couldn't find it in himself to treat her that way. Men he could, he hated men.
"Sorry to have disturbed your peace. I'll be on my way."
Saboth opened his eyes, rumbling again, this time in dismay. He had just gotten comfy. Couldn't you reconsider? Iorath is nice, I'm sure she's nice too. Much better than him.
That had been a direct question she evaded, but F'lix merely raised his eyebrow in response. She had needlessly demonstrated her use of the metal baton, but apparently expressing anything about the bow was asking too much. He liked the bows, but didn't have much experience with them. Oh well. Didn't make much sense to him, but these Selenitas riders, he never saw eye-to-eye with the lot of them. Or anyone, aside from fellow Benden riders that weren't utter failures.
A pleasant smile cross his features–but only because he was decidedly irritated with trying to converse with the woman. The male bluerider lifted his hands, displaying pale palms outward for her to view. These were his weapons. Likely she could clearly see at least one of his daggers belted around his thigh, the others safely tucked out of sight. He was trying to learn to be more lethal bare-handed, but it was still a skill beyond him. But his hands were still his weapons, they guided the steel to the taste of flesh.
He began to walk across the field, turning his back on Evrgande and heading toward the dragons. Part of him didn't want to leave his spot of solitude, but short of chasing the woman off (and F'lix couldn't find it in himself to do this to a woman) F'lix opted to just leave before he gave in to his usual habits to cure boredom. Such as invading personal space, flirting (by means of violence) just to get an interesting reaction out of her. No, he couldn't find it in himself to treat her that way. Men he could, he hated men.
"Sorry to have disturbed your peace. I'll be on my way."
Saboth opened his eyes, rumbling again, this time in dismay. He had just gotten comfy. Couldn't you reconsider? Iorath is nice, I'm sure she's nice too. Much better than him.