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Post by rii on Jun 6, 2011 22:55:01 GMT -5
Oh, he had heard the call for help shortly after wandering out to the ledge in curiosity about the earthquake. Aside from a few birds rising in the jungle, everything visually looked to be the same. Voices were rising all over with the same question floating around ledge to ledge. Kostya dismissed it before, wandering back into the weyr, when shortly after Konstask informed him of the call for help.
Was Vix and Ki in the mines?
The green didn't have an answer for him, she didn't know. Kostya quelled the small flutter of panic before it could shake him. He already had grabbed a pack from the storage room, filling it with various supplies when he heard Kalierre's yelling. He leaned just far enough away from the shelves, and out the door way, to catch her eye with a unamused look before going back to picking out the basic supplies. He might have grabbed a little more than necessary, but his mind was trying to spin off on a tangent.
He wanted to send Konstask off to find Tekivisk, but he'd need her to find his way into the mines. Mirage wouldn't be any better to send, as she was already nestled into his hair and preparing for an adventure that awaited them in the dark caverns. Konstask slunk off without them, following the silent command to wait for them outside the mine entrance - wait to guide them into the dark. Kostya slung the pack over his shoulder and stepped out and toward the impatient dragon healer, "What else do you want to bring?"
Stretchers?
Where was Nysania?
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Post by rii on May 29, 2011 16:49:04 GMT -5
Sorry?
Jenna looked back over her shoulder at the healer she all but dragged along with her. The blush so blazing against his fair skin was easily noticed, and in turn Jenna colored a little in her cheeks; likely less noticeable against her darker skin. She quickly released his sleeve. Her silly heart needed to stop fluttering so quickly. She needed to stay calm, but it was hard as her thoughts frantically dashed to and fro around her mind. "Why are your sorry?" She gave him a crooked smile, somewhat nervous to what his answer might be. "You came back to help me - I hope you're not sorry about all that."
Swallowing, Jenna took in a deep breath and pushed on toward the river. She only made it a few strides before the canopy above her blurred and threatened to start spinning around her. Poisoned, right. It had been a touch foolish on her part to think she'd be able to get all the way to the infirmary before it started to take effect. The cold sweat already gathering on the skin around her neck and chest. Her heart was beginning to dance inside her chest - a light skipping beat that left her on the verge of breathlessness.
Jenna swayed, then knowing Ae'on was nearby, turned to the healer to grip at his shoulder. The next moment she was sinking against him, burying her face into his chest. "I don't.. " She didn't want to faint, and stubbornly she managed to keep her ground against the vertigo tugging at her senses. "You can.. " Carry her now, she wasn't so stubborn anymore. "Ae'on ..I'm sorry." For making this so difficult on him. He'd probably lecture her on it later. She hoped there would be a later anyway. How bad were poisons? God, she hoped she didn't throw up on him. She'd never hear the end of that..
[ooc: feel free to get her all the way to the infirmary~]
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Post by rii on May 29, 2011 16:47:54 GMT -5
Ja'kins brows rose just a touch at M'ta's second of bewilderment. Oh. Now, loyalty is not a word Ja'kin would pin to the men that followed him. A man could very well detest him and still follow orders through because they knew the end, most oft than naught, justified the means. Such as the men that were picked to kill the hatchlings (which had not gone absolutely awry) they did not enjoy killing, did not relish it and hated him for picking them, but they knew why it had to be done. These caliber of men were not in abundance and Ja'kin had always done well to try and recognize these men (women were often too involved with their emotions to be such) when he met them.
M'ta was apparently one of these individuals..
The brownrider had come to him, not out of loyalty, but because of the reality of the situation. If Burimyu did kidnap the weyrlings, it would force Ja'kin's hand to turn his attention onto the exiles. The retribution would not be kind. Eventually Burimyu would be found and dealt with, but it had not been a pressing matter, and the terms of their surrender (they were too weak in numbers and experience to ever hope to make a stand) could be done without a drop of bloodshed than compared to what would happen if they stole Nitrath. History was ever doomed to repeat itself. It made Ja'kin want to laugh. The whole war, the very thing Selenitas natives hated, had been stared by that exact act of desperation. Stealing a gold from another weyr – it seems that Burimyu forgot their history lessons.
It was a shame that M'ta didn't understand how bartering words. The man had ben driven by his concern for the child to come to his weyr. In truth the brownrider could have just taken measures on his own to prevent Burimyu from taking the gold – because yes, it was inevitable that the exile weyr would be found, and yes Ja'kin saw no use in slaughtering children. He liked to boost his numbers, not thin them. All M'ta had to do was to prevent it from happening and let the events unfold as they would. Instead he came to Ja'kin, and now he owed Ja'kin something to ensure the safety of a child.. who's life was never at stake.
"I can promise you Riaren's safety," Spoken by a man that kept his promises. Yet there was that slightest lift on Ja'kin's tone, along with the raise of a brow as he - for the first time - shifted his gaze to study the brownrider seated across from him. The if hung on the air between them. "Your little bird. She'll be back." She. Ja'kin had a good idea of who, out of all the exiles, would be so brazen to risk returning and try to convince a weyrlingmaster to run away with the entire class. "Even if you detour her, she will return - maybe not to you - but because they need that gold. They won't stop. Fort stole a gold from Benden all those turns ago. They were desperate, too, and against all common sense they still did it." Ja'kin's hand lifted and gestured to the room - the weyr- around them. Saying and look what happened because of it, a war that won't end. "It is in your best interest to steer your students away from being swayed by a bird's sweet words."
Even though he voiced the words, laying down the base work of what M'ta had to do - he was certain the brownrider already knew all of this, and would do it; even if he hadn't yet acknowledged it to himself. "I do not want to start a blood bath with Burimyu, far from in fact, but if they force my hand there will be little to be done about it. Your bird will be caught. I can't allow her to find someone else more willing to lure the weyrling class to Burimyu. How that plays out, however.. I will leave entirely up to you."
He took a sip from his drink, settling back into his seat, breaking his gaze from the brownrider and in a silent release to allow him to leave. "I trust you'll do the right thing." The right choices were never the easy decisions to make and act upon.
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Post by rii on May 29, 2011 16:46:49 GMT -5
Serissa.
Ba'sun chuckled while side-stepping toward the rock wall to step under the frigid water to wash off the remains of sweet sand. He quickly stepped out, shaking his head and shoulders while simultaneously slicking his hair back. Cold, cold and cold. Ekarth folding his wings back along his sides, and crept forward while still mostly 'sitting' on the damp rocks. His tail coiled through the pool of water next to them, his attention all for the sun-haired rider. I do sso agree with you. He makess a better asss than a ssinger. Ekarth's tail came back up, slithering out of the water to coil in an open loop around Serissa's legs. Not touching her, yet, but dripping the cold water around her to show he was tempted to do such a thing. Of coursse, the bray of an ass alwayss ssounds like mussic to their earss.
His dragon always made for a wonderful distraction, Ba'sun quietly skirted off to the side to pass Serissa and check that she hadn't stolen his dry clothes. He expected it, because if the positions had been reversed, Ba'sun would have definitely taken her clothes. Some men just never grew up. A towel now wound around his waist, Ba'sun returned to the scene. Fingers rubbing against the heavy scarring making his abdomen a touch malformed.
"To what do I owe the honor of your presence, Serissa." Ba'sun tilted his head, letting his gaze sweep down then back up her body. His arms crossed loosely over his chest. "You are a bit over-dressed to join me in a shower." He tsked at her. "Did my voice really lure you here?"
Oh sshe is not a fellow asss for you to attract. "Not at all, but there are those unlikely pairings of an equine beauty and an ass. The offspring speaks for itself." Ekarth huffed at his rider, coiling more closely to Serissa and the glowering flitter. He thinkss himsself a clever ass. He'ss ssaying you are Fort, and he Benden, and Sselenitass the progeny. Tell the asss he revealss himsself a fool when he openss hiss mouth.
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Post by rii on May 29, 2011 16:46:00 GMT -5
"Romantic," Ba'sun's lips twisted into wry smirk. In a story book he could be painted with such stripes. A lone wolf of a man just on the outskirts of the law. He's not a bad man, but neither is he a good one. Welcomed by some and shunned by others. He made his own way, followed his own laws - never swayed by the cheers, nor the jeers, of those that sought to judge him. Romantic a story might call it, but Ba'sun easily saw it as the excitement of doing something your probably shouldn't be doing; silly and careless without the weight of knowing better cast aside. "A knock would mean I am asking permission. As a traitor, and a handsome bandit, it would ruin my image if I knocked."
Sniffing audibly for it was a matter of his pride, Ba'sun took the wine skin for a quick drink. Not too much for him, he had wingdrills come dawn while the healer got to sleep. He didn't return it to her, instead fastening it to the side of his waist with one hand. It made his gait a touch awkward, and Ba'sun purposely let his steps near them toward the cliffs before he finished the shabby tying job, tucking his hand back under Kalierre's rump, and steering them back to the middle of the walking path.
"I think it would be more fun without the knock," Who knows, one might he might take Kalierre up on her offer even if it had been made in jest. Just as he stole her from the infirmary, what was really stopping him from slipping into her weyr if only to see her reaction. "Of course, you'd have to actually be in your weyr at night for it to really be fun. Must you work nights? You have enough underlings - and that new women is a night dweller now because of the wher. Let her deal with those lonely hours and long for a bandit of her own."
He made his way right into the drum tower, eyes roving the interior designed to boost the sound of drumming from within. It had never occurred to him to find to where drummed messages were sent. He hadn't heard one sent, or arrive, since he'd first arrived at Selenitas. Kalieree's legs were released - the loss of warm against his back noticable. He moved along, alone, to the edge of the tower were the stone columns were carved out of the side of the cliff and made for a good view across the weyr, the river, and the stretching jungle beyond. A good spot to watch the sun rise.
Heh, him romantic? Not a chance..
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Post by rii on May 29, 2011 16:45:02 GMT -5
Sslowly, Ekarth had already began to lift himself off the ground when Cootie didn't immediately bolt into the pen in chase. He arched himself over the top post in a motion that could only described as slithering. His narrow chest and sunken abdomen making it possible for him where it would not for any other dragon. Each motion was done slowly to avoid causing the herdbeasts to be triggered into a flight of panic. They were entirely too docile and accustom to the sight and smell of dragons - but baser instincts still made them run when the noticed fast movements.
His back legs pushed off the top post of the fence, making the wood groan, as he pushed himself the rest of the way into the pen. The blue instantly flatten against the grass again, quite literally sliding across the ground to lessen the motions of his body. He paused when he was a dragon's length away from the nearest grazing heardbeast - a calf. Beware the hoovess that ssmassh. It iss their only defensse. If one iss quick you can climb high, to the back of it'ss neck. There, behind the beasst's ear, iss it'ss weakness.
Ba'sun mimicked Armind's pose, lacing fingers behind his head as he continued along the path. The look, too, was mirrored on the bluerider's face. A young man that knew everything there was about the world, he was a master of all and nothing could stop him. Yes, that chin did lift into the air to match the defiance Armid projected. "If I'm so old as that, than you must be as young as a babe."
Strolling, Ba'sun purposely made it slow and with large steps to suit the young and careless demeanor next to him. "And what business does a babe have up on drumheights anyway. There's much more fun to be had elsewhere."
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Post by rii on May 29, 2011 16:44:12 GMT -5
The weyrling pair were quickly going to get onto Ba'sun's nerves. The bluerider kept his thoughts to himself as he reined Ekarth back from pinning the white dragon on the spot and teaching him a thing or two about the word seniority. He could just feel his blue intently watching the albino dragon, tongue flicking out in a mockery of the creature he resembled. There was nothing warm about Ekarth in moments such as this. His dragon was a cold-blooded killer. He felt no mercy and would always operate on a very simple basis of they came first. Not the weyr, not politics, nothing.
Only once they gained the trees did Ba'sun speak again, "You need to work on paying attention. Your dragon is no longer fresh out of the shell. He's grown - ready to fly with his own wings. He's also large enough to kill a man with bite or slash of claws, and foolish enough in his obvious show of protectiveness over you to do it at the slightest provocation. I asked you to notice that your dragon's closeness to me in that situation was a threat, and it made my dragon agitated. Ekarth is the type of strike first and not ask questions. So, kid, you need to start being aware of your surroundings and recognize ways to diffuse tension." It came with the territory of being able to recognize the biggest threat in the big picture and taking the shot to neutralize it. Minimum bloodshed. Recognize how and when there are options to solve a situation without it escalating to violence. A single shot could start a war - or end it.
"What's so important about seeing me shoot?" Ba'sun glanced back at the two kids. So what if he planned to make Er'ani carry Shoal until his arms ached. In the bluerider's mind, it was weight training. Had to have strong arms. "You won't be so impressed with my shots when it comes to a time to show how good I am." Scary might be a better term for what Ba'sun could do. A master of his craft, and his artwork could be judged by a past of deaths done by his hands. Did the kid really want to be impressed by it? "What do you want to see?"
He stopped, picking up a branch from the floor and inspecting it. With a frown he showed it to Er'ani and tapped at the knot dominating the center mass. No good, the gestures said, and Ba'sun tossed it aside.
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Post by rii on May 29, 2011 16:43:38 GMT -5
Returning to the table, Ja'kin spread the sheets of paper across the wood to look at all of them at once. He took the information in at a glance. With his other hand he took his own glass of win, sipping at the vintage and letting the silence permeate throughout the room. He smiled at the toasting gesture, returning the motion with a nod to accept H'nes compliment. Ja'kin could only humor himself, privately, that H'nes must be eager to know the reason he'd been summoned; but at the same time the weyrleader knew his fellow bronze rider would not want to know that very thing in a candlemark's time.
A light knock at the door drew Ja'kin away to allow the drudge entrance. She place two trays on the table, her eyes briefly glancing over the papers littered there. Purposely spread across the wood for her eyes and mind to take in – to explain to her and all the grapevine what the two bronze riders were doing of such importance that meals had to be taken to them instead. A curious play, as it fully anticipated H'nes coming with such papers from the start. Ja'kin knew the older man a little too well, perhaps, well enough even to have a particular skin of favored wine inside his weyr that night. Knew H'nes well enough to know him not as the well-mannered and dressed man sitting at the table..
A man's character and his reputation could be two very different things.
Ja'kin thanked the woman and saw her out, turning as the door shut to once again approach the table. "Spare me the polite courtesy and shaping of words, H'nes. It will save us both time." Wine skin back in hand, Ja'kin refilled both his and H'nes glasses. "There has been unrest in the weyr, and not just with the Selenitas natives. Our own have been restless - what do you know of this?"
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Post by rii on May 26, 2011 17:42:00 GMT -5
Ja'kin's dark blue eyes followed M'ta's to the knots, a smile quickly appearing to fade into something more polite. That answered that curiosity. He made a vague motion with his fingers and one shoulder. The brownrider was not there to discuss politics, so Ja'kin didn't comment on the shift of title from himself to H'nes. M'ta was welcome to leave and go seek out the older bronzerider if he so wished. Either way, the information would eventually come to be known by Ja'kin.
The bronze rider took a drink from his glass, divesting the information from the simple words. Burimyu, so that's what the outcasts were calling themselves. Ja'kin had heard talk of certain ghosts showing up at Selenitas; hadn't done anything about it up until this point. The shadows were starting to get brave, overly so, to try and steal an entire weyrling class. "They want the gold," Spoken thoughtfully with a faint motion of wrist to swirl the wine in his glass.
Now why would Burimyu want to do that? They had Jingth - who was still capable of producing a gold of her own. If Selenitas lost the young gold it would the beginning of the end of the Selenitas Weyr, but did the outcast realize if they took the little gold it would shift Ja'kin's attention (which he'd been happy to ignore the nuisance rebels in favor of more pressing matters) directly onto them to wrest back not only the young gold, but Jingth as well. He had wanted that gold from the start, not Millieth. The bloodlines had been important, and Millieth's offspring were..
Off on a bit of a tangent, wasn't he.
Still, something must have happened to of forced Burimyu into such a desperate ploy. Ja'kin didn't like to think that the rebels were just foolish. Ja'kin tilted his cup, eyes dropping to the dark wine inside the glass before shifting back to M'ta. "So what is you want or.. " There was a faint narrow of eyes, thoughtful again as he made a guess at what the brownrider was holding as leverage. "..you'll go with the weyrlings?" Which, again, wasn't a wise choice. It wasn't much of a card to hold either, since it was already on the table between them.
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Post by rii on May 26, 2011 17:41:17 GMT -5
Despite herself, Jenna found herself chuckling at Ae'on's words. A wry smile lifted on her lips as he willingly ripped up his shirt for her. She surrendered her hand to him, quietly watching as he wrapped the bite. Sadly she had not spent enough time in the Healer Hall to learn how to treat poisons. She'd still be learning about trauma, and during those times she had been more concerned with a certain boy. Jenna lifted her gaze to Ae'on's face, speaking only a little higher than whisper, "Thanks.. for coming back.."
Then he was saying he'd have to carry her – erk. Jenna pulled her hand back to rest against her collarbone. How had it all happened. She had met up with him, teased him for being too soft and now he was here to offer to tote her back to the weyr. "It's not a far walk," She voiced quickly before stubbornly stepping off to head.. in the wrong direction. Jenna sworn to herself before spinning back around to head to where Versaith's bond tugged. With her unbitten hand she grabbed Ae'on's sleeve and pulled him along with her.
Versaith fixed Sfelyth with a silent look, then swung her head back toward the trees without a word. The worried hues of yellow had faded with her brother's comforting. She tightly wrapped her tail around her feet but didn't show any outward signs of relaxing. She was ready at any instance's notice to spring into the air if needed.
Please hurry mine.
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Post by rii on May 23, 2011 23:17:03 GMT -5
For a long moment Kostya watched the indecision on Faolan's face. A curious factor kept the wherling from moving away, and shifting closer. Caught between two different pulls. Kostya could say with honesty he liked that he could cause such a strife in the other man. A few words, a simple touch, the results of such actions always provided interesting reactions. Kostya did like Vix's stubborn glares the best out of them all. He'd known the question was asked in expectation of receiving comforting words. Alas, Kostya had been more curious if just the mere mention of being in danger would send the wherling into nervous jitters; if it would stir the green wher into bolting.
The reaction he did earn was.. suspicious. Kostya's expression remained blank in an effort to make sure his eyes did narrow with question. He wondered if the wherling was behaving this way - begging and clutching his sleeve - to try and stir some flare of protectiveness. A simple concept that the strong protected the weak. A moral string capable of plucking - of manipulating. It wasn't one that sounded inside Kostya. He couldn't help but feel there was something missing from the earnesty in which Faolan pleaded.
It wasn't something he could call out on the other man. No. Kostya had already said he'd lead Faolan back to the weyr - expressed that he was concerned. Couldn't go back on those careful steps. Not yet anyway. Still and all, Kostya's pale eyes studied Faolan's face. Quietly searching for the lie. He was still unconvinced. "When the whers get here," Kostya softly replied with a faint tilt of head, his gaze briefly dropping to the fingers curled in with his sleeve. "We'll get moving."
As if on cue, Konstask pushed through the underbrush with Faolask on her heels. Kostya brushed past Faolan, whispering as he went by - the quirk of a smile on his lips. "Stay close." The grip was reversed, Kostya turned his hand around to circled his hand around Faolan's wrist and lead him along. He let go once Faolan matched the pace. It was every so tempting to lead Faolan off, deeper into the jungle and see what fun he could really have with the young wherling.
No one would ever find out.
So easy to assume Faolask ran off in her fright and the wherling pair got picked off while lost out in the jungle.
It's simple, little sister. Konstask gave a small cat-like hop to gain a bit of ground. She was always good to look back to make sure she had the green close. It was important not to let her run off, or so hers had expressed. The jeweled green increased her pace just enough to jump onto a fallen trunk. She moved up it's length, claws shredding away bark for grip, going as far as she could before stopping. One back leg was further back, the stretch of spine accenting her graceful shape. Konstask never passed up an opportunity to show off her beauty - even if she played it off as an act to teach Faolask.
If lost, Konstask began as she took a quick survery of the area, there are a few options they could do, but the easiest by far was this– Konstask dipped her head and began a howl, the note starting low and slowly ascending in pitch and volume. until her muzzle was pointed toward the sky. It wasn't a warning of predators, but a seeking of direction. Konstask ended the note, looking ahead in the darkness to wait for a response..
.. a haunting note from afar sang back to them.
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Post by rii on May 23, 2011 22:18:44 GMT -5
Aken awoke at the scritchy-scratching emitting from the closed door. She was sleeping just above the frame, as always, and this is the first time she had ever heard such peculiar noises. Stark white and red frill spread in curiosity, Aken looked down and waited for the source of the sound to reveal itself. She expected to see a large beetle crawl in from the key hole, not a man suddenly walking alone into the room. Not bug, She whispered to the mind of her bonded. Bug of man. Perhaps. Small, make bug. Scritchy-scratched at door.
You have a visitor, Demotaeth calmly translated a second before receiving the brown's words. Ruth's. He wants to.. talk. The bronze settled his head over one claw, inhaling deeply of the scent of the man he could pick up from where he lounged on his stone couch. His claws curled over the stone, eyes narrowing - and he merely snorted heavily in the direction of the door.
Curious and curiouser.
Ja'kin didn't quicken his pace to return to his weyr. It wouldn't be the first time Ja'kin had a late-evening visitor slipping into his weyr; but it would be a first time this particular individual to visit. It didn't take Ja'kin a far stretch of his imagination to guess at a couple of reasons what the brownrider wanted to talk about. The only part that didn't make sense was the fact H'nes was the acting weyrleader. Ja'kin was to be assumed as just another bronzerider at the weyr (regardless of H'nes and his arrangement). Anything of importance should go to H'nes - so why was this one in his weyr.
Stepping inside, Ja'kin calmly unlaced his boots and toed them off near the desk. He quietly considered his stoic company before shutting the door. "Need a drink?" Because anyone that came into Ja'kin's weyr – stole into his weyr – and wanted to talk, likely needed one. M'ta wasn't the first person to come to him in such a fashion. Others came more readily, but either or, they came with the same intentions in mind. Two glasses were set on the table. Ja'kin slid one over to a second chair before filling both with some wine. Ja'kin sat, taking his glass in hand and idly studied the spot where Aken perched – patiently waiting for M'ta to figure out where he wanted to start this talk.
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Post by rii on May 21, 2011 12:37:55 GMT -5
Something akin to surprise and worry flickered through Ekarth's eyes when he felt his claws slice through Hisalyth's flesh. She hadn't moved - at least enough to lessen the damage like a battle hardened green should. The blue had made a right tangle out of all the dragons, and claws were flashing that were not just his own. The blue neatly steered himself out of the mess. Amused - yes - but at the same time his head turned back to try and gauge the damage to Hisalyth's face—
–only to see her falling with ill grace from the bronze reaching for her. Ekarth tucked one wing to his side to make a sharp U-turn and slip down after the wounded green. His tail twined with hers as he came upon her, easily avoiding the poorly aimed snap of teeth. His tongue swept over the ichor streaming down her neck, a mix of herdbeast blood, Quarth's and her own. He wasn't apologetic - and the worry more for his rider than anything else. Mauling other dragons wouldn't make the weyrleader happy with his, there were so few able dragons to fight these days.
You do tasste good.
Ba'sun continued to eyes T'ke in silent consideration. The older bluerider had gotten his taste from the green, and at the moment was content to leave her to the bronze. Something in his mind about served the prude right for being afraid of male greenriders. Ah, but look, Ba'sun's gaze had noticed the flightmoth H'nes had drawn to the room. Nice of the bronzie to bring the woman – another day Ba'sun would find to play with the nice blue.
Reaching forward, Ba'sun curled a hand around T'ke's neck and pulled the younger man near to steal a kiss. "Too nicce." He lightly trailed his fingers - curled like claws - across T'ke's chest as he pulled away and made to sweep past H'nes to get at the flightmoth. He wanted to make a jab at the weyrleader too but didn't get the chance, R'ril had turned to him. Ba'sun's gaze swept over the injured green - not seeing the wounds but knowing they were there all the same. A moment of hesitation passed before Ba'sun pulled R'ril's face closer and claim his lips. His teeth punctuated the kiss, catching R'ril's bottom lip a sharp nip.
The next moment Ba'sun had lifted R'ril, a hand around each of the younger man's thighs, and was carrying him away from the congestion of dragons near the door. His.
[ooc: If you want an after thread, i'm good for it if you'd like <3]
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Post by rii on May 21, 2011 12:36:48 GMT -5
Faolask, Konstask provided the green wher's name as Kostya compared the name to Faolan's. It was said that the more of the person's name that is included in the whers, the stronger the bond. He and Konna were close, but she didn't effect as much as he effected her. Konstask was a shallow creature that cared for nothing more than eternal beauty; it was easy for him to work around her whims and bend them to his desires. In the case of Faolan, since the green pair were only a letter off, Kostya knew that getting to know the wher would be just as important as figuring out the handler. A practice of manipulating a person through their wher that Kostya knew for a fact worked - he'd done as much to Vix; used the kids wher's adoration against Vix's better judgment.
An easily frightened wher – it became clear enough with those words and the story from Faolask through Konstask that Kostya understood why he had found Faolan in the frightened state. One that Kostya hoped to recreate some day by other means. Watching the guy shrink away in fear was entirely too delicious to never experience again. And sure, Kostya could probably make the expected healer scolding that if she was going to run Faolan shouldn't tag along with her to get whipped and battered by the branches that missed Faolask - but why ever would Kostya want to do that? The more often Faolan got hurt, the more excuse Kostya had to check him for wounds..
As Faolan shifted closer, Kostya only just kept the smile from slipping back onto his features. His eyes did narrow, almost thoughtfully, but in truth it was a pleased smile all on it's own. There was something ridiculously amusing about making a person nervous, uncertain but still forcing them to trust you because they had no other options. A humor Kostya enjoyed as he treated patients - they had no choice but to trust their lives in his hands as well. Among other things, Kostya was content with his choice to join the infirmary staff. It fed the darker parts of him, in small doses, that he usually sated with more extreme acts.
"No, we're not." Kostya answered in all honestly and unable to keep the faintest trace of laughter from his voice. Intently his eyes followed Faolan's movements, wondering if the wherling would edge even closer; after going through the effort to put distance between them too. Kostya didn't wait to find out, instead shifting his weight forward to again take Faolan's chin. He didn't turn Faolan's head this time, just briefly lifted the kid's head while tracing a thumb lightly below the fresh scratch. Kostya's hand drifted back to his own side. "You've left a blood trail leading right too us. We're on the outskirts or just past the outer perimeter of patrol." Kostya had been looking to find a feline so he'd gone to the more likely area to run into something dangerous. "The scent will be picked up soon enough, if the sound of a creature's panicked run hasn't already drawn a predator's attention."
Did it have a smell? Konstask curiously asked on her own. She'd learned to believe nothing unless it had a actual smell. This being more due to Mirage's nasty habit of feeding untrue images to her. A light nudge was giving the younger wher as Konstask made to stand. She was more than comfy to stay there with her little sister, but her handler said they had to move. Come little sister, Konstask tail brushed along the lighter green's back in encouragement. They must walk now - not run - and find the way back to the weyr.
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Post by rii on May 21, 2011 12:35:44 GMT -5
Funny.. Ekarth smacked his jaws together, briskly shaking his head side to side as if to rid himself of a bad taste. Bad, yuck, funky - who needed the right word when the right actions did so much better. Ekarth joined Cootie in the surreptitious look back at the two humans. His rider seemed too occupied with the childling to take much notice to their scheming. When Cootie agreed, Ekarth lowered his head in wordless invite to carry the green the herdbeast pens. Gladly.
He pranced his way along the trail, opening his wings to glide inbetween hops. He didn't take to the sky if only to avoid having the little salamandyr slip off and plummet to the ground. That'd be terrible. Ekarth chose the corner of the pen, flattening himself against the grown just aside from the wooden posts. His head rested on the ground as he eyed the beasts in the field (pretending that they didn't notice him there at all). Ready?
Ba'sun merely stared at Armind, not sure of what to say to the kid. It was the pesky age range where kids were clearly still kids but thought themselves so much older. One or the other he was fine with, but that weird mixture inbetween just made him stare. "Of course not, considering you've already impressed to a salamandyr." Yes, the kid just believed in cooties which Ba'sun was fairly sure they stopped doing at the age of five. Whoever let this kid become a candidate needed a swift kick the rear. Ba'sun felt the youth that stood the sands should show some semblance of maturity and intelligence.
Cooties. Really?
"You're right, why wouldn't you be old enough to be on your own." Ba'sun shrugged and began to stroll toward the path he'd just been prodding Armid toward. "Ah well, guess I'll head in myself. Kinda of hungry, been tracking a rogue pair of felines around all morning. Thought I had found them when I heard your scuffle with the dragon. I wonder where they went.." Cue whistle, Ba'sun strolled on forward. Hm, where did Ekarth take of to now..
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