Lotty
Shiny Hoarder
Rider Mi?rah Rider K?sel Rider Osnat Healer Raebeli
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Post by Lotty on Jul 15, 2010 13:39:41 GMT -5
Heavy breathing, trying desperately to catch his heart and settle it back down where it belonged instead of caught in his throat as the Weyrleader joined him in the tunnel and finished the bluerider off with a knife in the neck. Mi'rah himself had been reaching for his hidden blade when S'rei intervened, rendered mostly needless now, he shifted the weapon to the left, considerably less messy hand so that he could shake his other as the pain crept back in the oid left by waning adrenaline. The blood flinging off reminding him again that yes he did cut it open, but was it the worst injury to ever befall him? Most definitely not, "Yeah....I was worried for a moment..."
He began ripping the sleeve of his shirt to wrap up the wound before heading out back into the light and to where the remaining three Bendenites were sitting. He'd just deal with going to the infirmary later...Mi'rah didn't expect that their business wouldn't last much longer. If there was any doubt that they were prepared to kill them, then that had to be laid to rest now, and he expected mouths to start opening a little more freely.
Except not so much from C'zan. He was more than tempted to snag Isk'hail as he bolted from his spot and stop the foolish man before he could do anything stupid, but he was stopped by Ba'sun, and thank Faranth. He imagined his fate would be very similar to the dead rider's if he had done so much more than flinch. He turned to exchange glances with the man to his left as if sharing in a moment, as if asking what the shard Isk'hail was thinking with that half baked plan. Now it was up to K'ryn to keep them in the clear, to pick some wise words because it was not either of the blueriders that answers were being accepted from anymore.
On the sands Viaqueth stirred with the awareness of Kesmaroth's passing. It was hard not to acknowledge the death at all, but at least a keen could be avoided as the turquoise dragon stretched out in the sand and stuck his nose down in the sand between two planted forelegs. No funny business coming from him, and he was sure that Ekarth and Sryoth were willing to follow the same sort of suit in their own ways.
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Post by rii on Jul 15, 2010 15:40:46 GMT -5
A dark amusement slid over Ba'sun's mind. Ekarth didn't voice it back at the bronze addressing him, but he was amused the metallic felt the need to threaten him to do something he already was in the process of doing. The snake-like blue closed his jaws more firmly on Kesmaroth's windpipe. His own mind brushed against his comrades, gentle in touch – even as his claws found either shoulder muscle to prevent Kesmaroth from rearing. Hussh child, Ekarth might have torn out his throat as an alternative method, but the stench of ichor radiating from the hatching grounds would have been just as noticeable a keen. Silent as the passing went, no doubt the end of a dragon's life would be felt by some..
The deed done, Ekarth ambled back toward his original position at the front of the hatching grounds. He lounged there, flopped down on his side like a feline. The abandoned shell fragment was pawed at, the blue seeming oblivious to the ichor staining his muzzle and claws. His forked tail coiled through the sand as he patiently settled calm-blue eyes on Sryoth.
Ba'sun released C'zan's arm, meeting the other bluerider's gaze briefly before bowing his head in quiet thought. He had never been too fond of Isk'hail, but it still had not needed to end that way – with the added taste of Kesmaroth's blood in Ekarth's mouth. The cheerful smile gone, Ba'sun lifted his second hand to thread with the first behind his head in a casual stretch that doubled as letting the dark rider behind them be aware of his hands. A brow lifted at the return of the two bronzers, dark eyes passing over their expressions before drifting over to K'ryn.
No pressure little brown. Ba'sun kept the look vacant of any emotion – not even silently asking the lad to keep his tongue in cheek where the barbs were concerned. Patiently waiting to see what fate the brownrider would decide for them..
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Post by raii on Jul 15, 2010 17:53:46 GMT -5
K’ryn let all emotion slowly drain from his face. He had known Isk’hail was dead. It didn’t soften the blow. Death was such strange thing. One second a person was living, breathing, and (in Isk’hail’s case) threatening the life of a bronze rider, the next they were gone. He hadn’t been too close to the young man, but had liked all of his wing riders quite well. The real sadness was the dragon’s passing. It was mostly from Sryoth, who hated to see a fellow dragon go, but it was still there.
Then K’ryn was addressed. It was only a matter of time, of course. He’d been dismissed earlier, but now his input was oh so precious. And yet it was not the time for sarcasm, not the time for anger. K’ryn hid his emotions with skilled ease. He wasn’t quite sure what he felt either way. He could practically feel his riders’ anxiety. It would take some power to get out of this predicament.
K’ryn looked up at S’rei, letting his consciousness meld with the more rational Sryoth. The calm presence was somewhat unnerved, but calmed himself for his rider. He forced himself to ignore the blue’s death. “The older riders are more knowledgeable than I am,” he said simply. Not to mention half the time he didn’t trust his own tongue. His instinct was always to fight. Not in the way that Isk’hail had, but with his tongue. Usually he had more self-control, but this had fled along with his freedom.
“To be perfectly blunt, I’m not the kind of person to send a rider into a situation that leads to instant and certain death. I may be slightly drugged, but I manage to keep my common sense.” His tone was light, quiet, and emotionless. “None of us followed him. None of us made a move. We want freedom, we want to take back Benden.” The next words were a bit hard for the independent rider, but he said them anyways. “We want your help.” Escaping, getting killed, or antagonizing Selenitas did not get them any closer to their goal.
It seemed the only way to freedom was to cooperate either way. He was in no mood to get either of the remaining blue riders killed. He would see to it that they didn’t. He appreciated Ba’sun and Ekarth for their quick thinking. He appreciated C’zan and Viaqueth for his quiet contradictions. Isk’hail and Kesmaroth…well, he didn’t go there.
The time for observing was clearly through. Isk’hail’s stunt made sure of that. His observations helped little, however. All he had seen from the three riders from Selenitas was a lack of expression. One of them was a strategic fighter, as his feint proved. One was rather quiet. The Weyrleader was, simply, unconcerned with Benden’s requests, and only cared for the situation at hand. Luck, perhaps, that he wasn’t that loyal to that mistake of a Bendenite, J’lorin. As for his riders, he knew they would follow his lead, but seemed smart enough not to make fools of themselves.
Then again, Isk’hail had seemed that way at first.
Still, they had their chance to make a foolish mistake, and none did. It seemed they were in the clear…if K’ryn could find the right words. He waited for the Weyrleader’s response, his questions, his comments. Do not worry. We will make this work. He is not beyond reason. Calming thoughts drifted into the rider’s mind, no doubt due to Sryoth. It was strange. While K’ryn possessed logic, it was Sryoth that kept him in line. Sryoth was the one who thought more of the future and past, and K’ryn was the one who stayed in the presence. Quite the opposite of most dragon and rider pairs.
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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 Jul 15, 2010 18:19:19 GMT -5
Good. They took hints, at any rate, the two blueriders remaining silent. It wasn't, really, that he put no stock in what they said when it came right down to it. S'rei was not the sort to ignore a blue or greenrider simply because of the color of their dragon's hide. F'lix was a good example of that. In this context, it would be easy to think he was there solely to play watchdog, but the man helped lead his wing. That said, pecking order was pecking order, and the word of a subordinate was worthless unless they were willing to go against the orders of the one who led them. Which was, in and of itself, not a particularly admirable trait. So says the pot of the kettle.
He regarded K'ryn for a long, wordless moment. "Mi'rah. F'lix." Nodding to C'zan and Ba'sun respectively, he moved to K'ryn, hand wrapping lightly around his bicep and levering the man to his feet. The tall man glanced toward the tunnels. They'd remove the body later. Or let the animals do it. "A discussion for a later time. You'll be grounded. Make sure they eat," he added to his riders, spurring K'ryn before him down the tunnels. He leaned forward slightly as they walked, lowering his voice for K'ryn's ears only. "Anything they do is on your head. And anything you do will be reflected on them. Understood?"
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