Post by hseru on Apr 19, 2009 7:46:27 GMT -5
He ran his hand along the rough stone wall, ignoring the dampness that caused lichen to grow in spots here and there. Unused, and dark, the hooks for glowbaskets were as empty as the weyrs he passed, which was the reason why he had to keep his hand to the wall to keep his bearings in the darkness. He knew the area well enough, but even knowing, it was easy to fall and break a leg. The spicy musk scent of dragons was only barely evident in these older areas, but that was the reason he’d come this way. Benden was taking no chances, and their people were flooding the personal weyrs, killing anyone they caught unawares. He’d come across more than one unfortunate, his hatred burning ever a deeper well in his heart. Benden riders were nothing but monsters. He’d kill them all for what they were doing to his Weyr.
K’roi slunk into a lit hallway, pausing to glance each way before he passed through it, a knife gleaming red in his hand. He felt a touch at his mind, and welcomed his partner to join him for a moment. Gareth itched to get off the ground. His size was cumbersome while his feet touched dirt. If he could get into the air, they’d have something to fear. K’roi felt the mixture of anger and aggression welling up in his bonded, but any attempt to try and sooth it would have been lost in his own anger. They’re overconfident, mine. I could slip past them, and take them out.. they would never see me. There’s no telling how many wings they have covering us, Gar. Stay grounded. Keep Millieth safe. It was about the only thing keeping the big bronze from springing up at the moment, the thought of leaving his precious queen alone. Ask her if she knows where Kaegan is. He felt the vague affirmation before the bronze dimmed their link, drawing back so he wouldn’t distract His.
The bronzerider peered carefully around a doorframe, his brows coming down as he saw another figure lying too still on the floor. A quick scope of the weyr in question confirmed no other occupants, and he moved in to see who the unfortunate was. He catalogued names in a mindless manner, locking away everything but his anger for the task. This one was older, a drudge. The rider must have escaped already, or joined the fighting elsewhere. He hoped it was the latter, but at the same time, they had precious few fighters worth their salt. K’roi himself was only trained in basic hand to hand, but it would serve in his silent hunt through the darkened weyrs. The only problem to that was the numbers the enemy was showing up in. He’d killed only two –the only two who’d been separated and in a dark room long enough to be jumped, as it seemed they all kept in pairs, a well formed group he had to grudgingly admit. One scuffle had earned him a minor slashing wound across his hip that had already stopped bleeding with applied pressure.
It was obvious that the Bendenites were well informed. A quick search of the man’s body had returned a small, sketched map of the Weyr that held information they could not have picked up from the air. Spies then. It burned him mightily, but there was nothing for it now. They had to work on remedying the situation before they lost Selenitas completely.
Peering out the doorway again to move on, a shadow stretched down the hall, and he pulled his head a bit further back in as a hulking figure of a man came into view, strolling along as if this weren’t the dead of night, and they weren’t invaders trying to take what didn’t belong. Alone. K’roi briefly switched hands, wiping his sweaty palm on his pants before taking hold of the blade again. He’d have to be fast, as this one looked like he’d be able to overpower him easily should he get the chance. The bronzerider would make certain he didn’t. Ready to spring for the man, his features finally came into the light of a glowbasket, and K’roi stopped as he recognized the man. Selenitas, Bronzerider, S’rei. Taking a quick glance down the other way, K’roi made himself readily visible, and beckoned to S’rei to come into the weyr with him without sound. He hoped the other bronzerider would comply without asking questions. The hallway was too open to hold a discussion in.
K’roi slunk into a lit hallway, pausing to glance each way before he passed through it, a knife gleaming red in his hand. He felt a touch at his mind, and welcomed his partner to join him for a moment. Gareth itched to get off the ground. His size was cumbersome while his feet touched dirt. If he could get into the air, they’d have something to fear. K’roi felt the mixture of anger and aggression welling up in his bonded, but any attempt to try and sooth it would have been lost in his own anger. They’re overconfident, mine. I could slip past them, and take them out.. they would never see me. There’s no telling how many wings they have covering us, Gar. Stay grounded. Keep Millieth safe. It was about the only thing keeping the big bronze from springing up at the moment, the thought of leaving his precious queen alone. Ask her if she knows where Kaegan is. He felt the vague affirmation before the bronze dimmed their link, drawing back so he wouldn’t distract His.
The bronzerider peered carefully around a doorframe, his brows coming down as he saw another figure lying too still on the floor. A quick scope of the weyr in question confirmed no other occupants, and he moved in to see who the unfortunate was. He catalogued names in a mindless manner, locking away everything but his anger for the task. This one was older, a drudge. The rider must have escaped already, or joined the fighting elsewhere. He hoped it was the latter, but at the same time, they had precious few fighters worth their salt. K’roi himself was only trained in basic hand to hand, but it would serve in his silent hunt through the darkened weyrs. The only problem to that was the numbers the enemy was showing up in. He’d killed only two –the only two who’d been separated and in a dark room long enough to be jumped, as it seemed they all kept in pairs, a well formed group he had to grudgingly admit. One scuffle had earned him a minor slashing wound across his hip that had already stopped bleeding with applied pressure.
It was obvious that the Bendenites were well informed. A quick search of the man’s body had returned a small, sketched map of the Weyr that held information they could not have picked up from the air. Spies then. It burned him mightily, but there was nothing for it now. They had to work on remedying the situation before they lost Selenitas completely.
Peering out the doorway again to move on, a shadow stretched down the hall, and he pulled his head a bit further back in as a hulking figure of a man came into view, strolling along as if this weren’t the dead of night, and they weren’t invaders trying to take what didn’t belong. Alone. K’roi briefly switched hands, wiping his sweaty palm on his pants before taking hold of the blade again. He’d have to be fast, as this one looked like he’d be able to overpower him easily should he get the chance. The bronzerider would make certain he didn’t. Ready to spring for the man, his features finally came into the light of a glowbasket, and K’roi stopped as he recognized the man. Selenitas, Bronzerider, S’rei. Taking a quick glance down the other way, K’roi made himself readily visible, and beckoned to S’rei to come into the weyr with him without sound. He hoped the other bronzerider would comply without asking questions. The hallway was too open to hold a discussion in.
