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Post by rii on May 21, 2011 12:34:57 GMT -5
H'nes almost looked out of place when Ja'kin opened the door. The weyrleader was wearing little more than a pair of pants. His brown hair was tied in a runner tail, but a few brown strands had fought loose to fall in around his face. He'd only recently gotten back from his run - the light sheen of sweat on across his skin spoke as much; trust H'nes to be overly prompt in arriving. Ja'kin was never the type to dress up for any occasion. His show of skin could very much be an animalistic approach; show strength, youth, power - express unfaltering confidence and most challengers would find themselves intimidated. Ja'kin often enough made decisions with a pack-like mentality. Anyone with him would have protection, but anyone that wanted to be outside the pack was against him - a threat to be eliminated. H'nes was no challenger. The contrast between the two men and the brief show of neck said as much.
In reality, though, H'nes had just arrived sooner than expected. He stepped back, nodding - his own head went up with the motion instead of down - and invited H'nes inside with a simple sweep of arm. "I thought you would take dinner first," Ja'kin admitted while closing the door. His barefeet made almost no sound as he crossed the room to fetch the shirt he discarded before his run. Should of had Quarth tell Demotaeth they were coming - alas, Ja'kin didn't voice the obvious.
"Have a seat," As much of a polite courtesy as it was an order. Ja'kin slid the shirt on over his head before fetching a pair of glasses. He set both on the table along with a wineskin. The fact that was wine he offered instead of tea or klah spoke for itself. The faint amused quirk to Ja'kin's smile only helped the impression along. H'nes would not like the forthcoming conversation. A curious look went to the papers H'nes held - had the man actually brought him something to overlook, or just used them as a prop to not feel so out of place being summoned at this hour?
A brief glance went to the misshapen green salamandyr perched on the wall near the door. Her red frill opened, a soft croon as she spoke privately to Ja'kin. The gaze returned to H'nes a second later. "I'm having a drudge bring two plates. I'm afraid this discussion will take up most of your evening," And it was never good to drink on an empty stomach. Since they had to wait for the drudge to come and go so she didn't interupt (or overhear) the more dire issues that Ja'kin wanted to discuss, he stalled the inevitable. A brow raised at the papers, "What have you brought me?"
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Post by rii on May 21, 2011 12:34:03 GMT -5
A racing heart would only make the poison spread faster. Deep breaths, calm down. Jenna closed her eyes as she lungs slowly filled and emptied a few times. Don't panic. Keeping her hands pressed just below her throat, the green rider began to head in the direction she could sense Versaith. They'd been at the pens, so calmly following the bond would bring her out of the trees. More importantly she would get into the open and Versaith could fly her to the infirmary.
Mine! You shouldn't be moving!
Jenna ignored the spike if irritation she felt at the words. I have to get to a place where you can pick me up. Versaith paused for moment, puzzled on the statement that made sense. The green couldn't get to her rider, so it only made sense for Jenna to come out to her - which required moving. Versaith keened softly at Sfelyth; know that his matter-of-the-fact attitude meant he was being serious. The green didn't know who to believe. Cautiously she spoke again to her rider, You really shouldn't move..
And what do you know about poison? Jenna's thought snapped, her eyes narrowing as she came to a sudden halt. Versaith didn't have to confess to asking Sfelyth and his about it. Hn, so much for trying to keep her heart rate down. Back in the pens, Versaith slightly sunk to the ground in response to the mental cursing that ensued. Argh! Jenna kicked the foots of the nearest tree - instantly wincing at the pain it sprung in her foot. At least it momentarily blocked out the burning sensation in her hand.
Whatever, not like Ae'on was going to come back for her. Jenna would still rather the healer not know about the whole ordeal. Considering, yeah, she'd just told him he was going to get himself hurt. Jenna moved on, a quicker pace this time and not giving a damn about the mental worries Versaith's sent her way. No point in waiting around for help to arrive, they had to get to it themselves and – Oh.
Jenna froze in her tracks a second time at the sight of Ae'on. Maybe it was chance and he didn't – ah crap. No, he knew. Jenna felt the stubbornness rising up, but manage to swallow the most of it down. She switched the position of her hands so that the bitten one was resting on top of the other but kept them both resting high up on her chest. See? Bitten. Jenna didn't think Ae'on could do much about it to be honest. Hopefully he wouldn't stand there and lecture her, wasting her precious time she needed to get to the infirmary. How was poison treated anyway - was it treatable? It had to be.
I don't know brother, she is coming out this way - I couldn't make her stay put. Versaith still did hop into the air, only to glide across the width of the pen and land closer to the trees. Is mine going to be okay? Is yours going to fix her?
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Post by rii on May 21, 2011 12:31:51 GMT -5
"I don't mind havin' you above me."
Innuendo at it's finest, and Quintrell's grin said it best. Between a former doxie and a thief he failed to see any reason to pretend either of them had manners. Admittedly, Yoalla did have the lessons to act like she was raised proper. Quintrell knew otherwise. His backfoot slid backwards in anticipation of the green handler trying something to capture him. All habit and reflex, truth be told, because if she did make an attempt Quintrell was likely to let her to win. He had no desires to make Yoalla annoyed (which could not be said for all the male handlers of the weyr that Trell liked to irritate if they even so much as approached him to say hello).
As she rushed, Quintrell stepped forward to swing one arm around her waist and the other took one of her hands in - a dance? The thief spun them around, using the oddness of the move to mask the way a bracelet slid from his wrist and onto hers. "I did in fact pinch a few things I thoughcha might fancy - if not the items, ye might like the story of those that had the misfortune of bein' robbed." Because it was entirely normal to suggest a woman enjoyed the tales of other's misfortune. Well, the people he took from usually had it coming. A man or woman that flaunted their wealth in the streets deserved to be robbed.
He lightly squeezed her hand; the motion done to try and estimate the ring size of her fingers. He was fairly sure he had a few that would fit. "'Course, that be true only if ya dun turn me in." Bad catcher, miss if didn't catch you. "N'yea, he does have a point. Yer not very good at this capturin' thing."
Quintresk patiently listened to Yosk's questions, filing each one away to shuffled into order of importance and answered properly. They had holes in various spots around and in the town. Big stone holes that if you poke your head into you can smell water. It's too far for a tongue to reach, and too dark for his eyes to see it, but somehow the people get their water from the rock. Quintresk's own brand of excitement wove into the images and smells. It was a puzzle to him, and while His had said it was called a well, that didn't explain how it worked. If Quintresk hadn't been so large he might have tried to crawl into it to see where the water came from.
As for the strange reactions of the humans, Quintresk paused before attempting to give a rational reason to Yosk. The people in the towns rarely saw things bigger than themselves, so he was quite sure that they let anything smaller than them freely wander the streets. Anything bigger and they got scared if it wasn't tied up like they did to the runners and burden beasts.
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Post by rii on May 17, 2011 22:49:40 GMT -5
Catch more flies with honey than vinegar. Amusingly enough it just so happened that the green's choice in honey was blood and violence. Ekarth would have snickered if he could. Instead he flashed his teeth in semblance of a Cheshire smile as Hisalyth dove for him. He let her get close before finally reaching, his own claws flashing out to clash with hers. His back arched to twisted downward with her, using her momentum – could have caught her that way. However, the blue had other plans, such as the one to run his tongue along Hisalyth's neck to taste the blood coating her dark hide. Mm..
He let go, pulling away from her to idly watch as she went to harass Garaeth. Poor thing - Ekarth almost felt sorry for the nice blue. Almost. Right now Ekarth had more important things on his mind, and his tasty treat was winging further and further away from him - right into the bronze's reach at that. Ekarth's let out a soft hiss before his body was cutting through the air. Truthfully the blue was content to have taken his taste of Hisalyth, but on another level he hadn't wanted the game to end so soon.
There wasn't much the blue could do - at least without maiming or killing one or the other. It was well within Ekarth's nature to kill the green during her mating flight; or her chasers. He'd done it before at Benden. Just a mistake. Claws went a little too fast and deep. Oops. The blue burst between the bronze and green, the claws that swiped here were not for the bigger chaser, but for Hisalyth's face. Stupid green, going to get herself caught so easily; not even a challenge.
Ba'sun smirk remained as his eyelids slowly lowered, growing more and more amused as the peculiar green neared. The pinch was taken in stride, eliciting a small growl as Ba'sun hands slid down along R'ril's sides; fingers curling to roughly pull younger male's body flush against his own. "Lucky guesss." Ba'sun went for R'ril's neck only to have the younger rider drop away. She wouldn't get away that easily..
He stepped over the sweeping leg, doubling to fist a handful of R'ril's shirt and forcefully haul the younger rider upright. His arm snaked under R'ril's, crossing over the greenrider's chest and clamping on the opposite shoulder. R'ril's back snugly to his chest, Ba'sun's other arm crossed to turn the younger man's face one way to expose the line of neck. His teeth nipped at the vulnerable flesh, tasting her, but something else caught Ba'sun's eye. H'nes. Bronzie was late to the game. Ba'sun fingers dug into the side of R'ril's throat, "Sso rude. You forgot a toy." and bodily shoved the greenrider toward H'nes.
Ba'sun's dark eyes turned instead onto T'ke, a slow smile curling on his lips. "Ssuch a nice blue." Still want to play a game blue?
[ooc: Let me know if I need to change anything -- And Row, yes Ba'sun/Ekarth is propositioning T'ke :x ]
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Post by rii on May 17, 2011 20:04:20 GMT -5
Whatever.
Jenna tuned out the sound of Ae'on's voice; though judging by the way her steps fell more heavily against the ground with each passing stride, she must of heard the words despite her attempts. Stomp. Stupid Ae'on. Stomp, stomp. She continued on with heated thoughts for several more minutes, moving further in the jungle without direction. Jenna tightly crossed her arms in front of her chest, paying no mind to where her temper lead her. As long as it was away from him she didn't care. That stupid boy. Jenna shook her head in attempt to not even think about it. Yet as she lifted a hand to wipe the beginnings of a tear aside she knew it was pointless.
So what if she actually liked his company. What he might see as bickering she saw as good-natured teasing. Try to tell the fussy-butt healer that. Yeah, tell him that hey, maybe she liked him as a friend. Ha! Watch him laugh at her, just as he was oh-so-amused after seeing her blush. Playful teasing was one thing, out right mockery quite the other. No, he hadn't said anything to her about it - but it was only a matter of time. "Damnit." Jenna paused to again brush at the underside of her eyes. She'd been more emotional lately as Versaith edged toward her first mating flight. It didn't help matters that Z'ves had died recently. He'd been kind to her, a friend; and yes, she'd cried over hearing about his death.
Jenna started out again, half blind behind the hand rubbing at the corner of her eyes. The second step brought her tumbling to the ground. A sharp pain flared in her hand shortly afterward. Jenna growled in frustration as she drew back up onto her knees. Movement to her left drew her gaze, and upon focusing she went rigid as the tail of a tunnel snake retreated into the grass. What made her freeze in sheer panic was the brightly colored bands circling said tail; a tell-tale sign of being poisonous.
Her heart was already starting to race as she let her gaze drop to her hand. The blood pattern cut into her skin let her know that yes, she'd been bitten. Jenna let out a short, slightly hysteria laugh. How utterly ironic. She had worn thick boots and heavy pants to avoid being bitten as she walked through the jungle. Shards, and here she had told that clumsy git to go back to the infirmary because he was going to get himself hurt or killed. She laughed again at the irony of it all, not bothering to stop the couple of tears that managed to fall.
Jenna slowly stood and leaned against the nearest tree while hugging both hands to her chest. Alright, she just had to calm down.. think about which way was back and hope it wasn't too far. Versaith was too big to come get her - maybe a clearing. What's wrong? We might be in some real trouble this time Sai.
Versaith lifted her head from she had nearly fished off half the herdbeast, eyes whirling in yellow as she looked toward the jungle. She shuffled through her rider's mind until she had a vague understanding of what happened. Her head turned toward Sfelyth as her wings began to unfold. To her brother she asked with earnest, What's poison? Is that really bad? Does it go away?
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Post by rii on May 17, 2011 12:35:09 GMT -5
Kostya was well aware of the bonds between handler and wher; and as the wherling began to compose himself, despite the close proximity, Kostya had to wonder if it was due to the interaction between their whers. Such little curiosities. Figuring out these inner and outer workings of a person were such a favored pastime. Kostya enjoyed the puzzle of another's mind. Loved interacting with them to gain another piece to the whole picture; if only to figure out how to better manipulate the image to his liking.
Faolan's stillness in response to the touch pleased Kostya more than he'd ever show; more so it amused Kostya when the wherling tolerated the contact longer than necessary. Kostya let him slip away, although a part of him wanted to curl fingers into the man's shirt collar and jerk him back over. The pale blue eyes narrowed with veiled amusement. All good things in moderation. Kostya was a patient man. He laced his fingers together at the back of his neck as he stretched. Purposely calm in body language to contrast Faolan's nervous shifting.
"Can't remember what you never knew," Kostya shrugged mid-stretch before letting his arms fall loosely to his sides. With it came the dismissing of Faolan's apologetic tone. "I'm Konstantin - Kostya for short. I usually spend all my nights in the infirmary - I'm a healer." Which why he had been looking at the scratch on Faolan's face. Tsk, tsk, what ideas had the wherling been getting into his head. "Tonight happens to be my night off. Figured I'd make myself useful and do a patrol." Another ambiguous shrug, followed with a gesture in the direction of the green whers. "She's Konstask. I just call her Konna. It's easier."
Come to think of it, Kostya's head tilted a touch further while intently studying Faolan's features. Kostya made it a point to not play his games inside the infirmary. But, "I vaguely recall seeing you in the infirmary a few times. Erilena must have treated you- " For nicks and scratches because of his wher's blind flight through the jungle? "What's your name?"
Konstask had lifted her head to gaze through the darkness toward the riders, tail coiling more contently around Faolask after listening to her handler's thoughts. A gentle lick passed across the side of Faolask's neck. Why had she run so far and fast? Konstask nuzzled her little sister. (All greens were her sisters, right?) Such a lovely little sister too. Beautifuil. Beauty complimented with another beauty. Greens were just the best~
Don't worry little sister, Konstask crooned with another fan of wing, they would teach her and hers the way back to the weyr when there were no scents to find.
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Post by rii on May 17, 2011 11:13:38 GMT -5
Vibrant green eyes narrowed in response to the amusement forming on Ae'on's expression. Her leg shifted beneath him, just daring him to laugh in her face so she had a half-decent excuse to slam her knee into his crotch. She was just waiting for him to start into some scolding tale of how it was all her fault he'd fallen onto her. Because yes, it was her fault for being a touched worried Ae'on was going to break an ankle, or trip and fall into his spear, by making the jump. Should of let his clumsiness take care of itself. Jenna barely kept herself from shoving Ae'on the rest of the way off when he finally did move.
Jenna jerked up into a sitting position, turning away from Ae'on as she pulled her wrist to her chest. The fingers of her other hand gently rubbing at the bruised skin. The healer was laughing - what the hell about!? - but he had yet to mock her. In fact, he was being nice; which only made Jenna suspicious about his intent. Ae'on was never kind to her - at least without offering it with a back-handed insult.
"Just fine," She half-growled in distrust as she rose to her feet. The injured wrist remained hugged against her abdomen as she retrieved both spears and slid them back into the sling she'd fashion for bits of leather. After taking a step away, Jenna turned around to face Ae'on. "Go back to the infirmary. You're going to get yourself killed out here, then how am I going to explain a dead healer to the rest of the weyr?"
It wasn't even the playful way she had been teasing him earlier - or all the other times she teased him. This time Jenna was serious. "You shouldn't be out here." Clumsy git. Something akin to hurt crossed Jenna's expression before she turned on heel and walked off; intending to leave Ae'on behind. They hadn't moved too far into the jungle, he could find his way back.
Versaith again licked Sfelyth's hide with an apologetic croon. She couldn't express how sorry she was he had gotten hurt playing her game. Hers always told her it was silly and reckless - oh but the adrenaline was just so lovely - Versaith ducked her head low to the ground in guilt. Meekly she took a bit of the herdbeast's haunch to please Sfelyth's offer. It's time for a break anyway, The dark green leaned up against her brother, her head still lowered in wordless apology; completely forgetting her own bleeding nicks in light of Sfelyth's minor bruises. We can go swimming. It's always helped to soothe my bumps and bruises.
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Post by rii on May 16, 2011 20:36:18 GMT -5
Ba'sun's brow raised as he watched Er'ani puzzle over the situation. He kept his comments to himself as he continued to eat bits of the mango, gazing first at Er'ani.. then Lketh.. then back to Er'ani. They all had stopped a good distance away from Ekarth. There was a reason for it. One similar to the one Ba'sun was ever so subtly trying to hint at for Er'ani to pick up on the clues. When Er'ani voiced being worried Ekarth was going to eat him.. Ba'sun just let out a sigh and hung his head. Honestly. The kid picked up on his dragon's wary vibe.. but didn't put the pieces together why Ekarth was ready at a moment's notice to spring forward and eat someone.
Shaking his head, Ba'sun looked up at the white as Er'ani walked over to fetch Shoal. "Go lie in the shade, or over by the blue lug." In short, go away. Ba'sun didn't need over-protective dragonlings following Er'ani around. If he felt the need to smack Er'ani upside the head to better teach a lesson, Ba'sun reserved that right without having to worry about the kid's dragon freaking out and biting off his arm. The only reason Ekarth was in ready-to-kill mode was because of the white's clinginess.
Er'ani really needed to work on his situational awareness.
Ba'sun groaned as he lifted a hand to pull at the side of his face in exaggerated frustration. As for Ekarth's part, the blue's eyes were a placid blue as he watched the weyrling's approach. His tongue snaked out to flick at Er'ani's hair, but he did nothing more. Ba'sun began to move away from them all, looking side-long as Kirvene laughed at the chirping firelizard before reaching for her tail. Ba'sun didn't take the child back, ignored the gesture even as he continued to walk and eat. "Good."
His steps began to lead them toward the trees, where the white dragon would be unable to follow if he proved to be too stubborn to leave Er'ani. "Keep at it. I'm going to show you how to make proper arrows and then I want you to do that on top of practicing your shots." On top of lessons. On top of chores.
Ekarth merely cocked his head to the side as he regarded the little moon.
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Post by rii on May 16, 2011 19:39:58 GMT -5
Ekarth's tongue slid out and he waved the forked end at Hisalyth to better fit the dubbing of serpent. His shape already suggested as much, and the speech only further cemented the idea into the minds of others. What was this talking of earning a taste - did she expect him to turn pretty flips for her like a canine performing for a treat. The blue rumbled to himself as he rolled away to make the green's slash a mere scratch of claws over his hide. She would have to try harder, too, if she wanted to blood him.
The blue flipped around, shifting away from the green to inspect the competition. Ekarth moved through the air above Garaeth as Hisalyth went below. He playfully batted the other blue with wings - and if it sort of trapped Garaeth there to get a taste of Hisalyth's affection, all the better. You are most welcome to play - if you know the game. Devious blue and purple colors whirled through Ekarth's eyes as he turned aside.
Quarth, Ekarth trilled pleasantly as he skimmed the air below the new King of the Hill. The blue flipped onto his back, his claws making a vague motion at Quarth's tender underbelly. A not so unfamiliar action to Ekarth. It had been the blue that started the invasion on Selenitas by raining down the entrails of a bronze. Such fond memories. Not too busy these days to play with the peasants, how humble of you.
Ekarth was not blind to the way Hisalyth had taken to rising straight up. He watched her with a distant sort of interest, choosing to circle into a thermal instead of foolishly following in her wake. Ekarth was a small blue, smaller than the green he chased even, and turns of experience let him know his limitations. Pure strength and stamina was not his strong point. Besides.. what goes up, must come down. So come down darkling, Ekarth purred to himself while flashing his pale, vulnerable underside to the dark green in offering. Come back down into the snake's pit.
Ba'sun smirked as his dark eyes trailed over R'ril. He didn't leave his position in the door yet; purposely he had parked himself there so he could stall the other chasers from entering. It gave him a moment, while he still had his head (this was one flight where Ba'sun didn't mind letting Ekarth have full control) to glance over the newcomers to make sure they weren't armed. Could never be too careful. One person was missing - H'nes. Mm, probably locked himself away. Such a prude bronze, so afraid of the male greenriders.
"Has anyone warned the healers about you?" Ba'sun playfully mused as he pushed off from the door frame and began to stalk toward R'ril. Let the games begin.
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Post by rii on May 16, 2011 15:46:40 GMT -5
"You wish you knew what I was like to kiss," Jenna chimed as she turned to walk backwards. Later she'd blame the flirtatious nature on Versaith, for now she pinned Ae'on with a devious grin. Jenna was by no means an expert on kissing - or things of that nature - but she had her times with a few boys. Kissing and perhaps a hand that managed to move up her shirt, or start down waist. She'd always told them no - stupid boys. It showed just how interested they were in her when after being told no they'd go find some floozy that would say yes.
As Ae'on jumped, Jenna stepped forward with a hand raised as if to steady him. This quickly turned into a belated back pedal and a widening of eyes as the healer came crashing toward her. Her heel caught against a root and Jenna let out a high pitched eep as Ae'on collided into her. At least she had enough sense to shift the spear she held to be behind her back to avoid impaling the clumsy git. It seemed like a wise move, until her back hit the ground and she felt her wrist pinned down by the shaft of the spear and their combined weight on top of it.
Ow.
Holding back a pained grimace with a bitten lower lip, Jenna tried to push up only to find Ae'on had her good and well stuck in his tangle of legs and the spear that crossed with her own to keep her arm trapped behind her back. And while Jenna had the typical deeply tanned skinned of all southerners, her cheeks still noticeably darkened as she look up at Ae'on. She fixed him with a stubborn look - like hell she was going to let him know that her arm was burning with pain - or her heart had picked in pace. Quietly she muttered, cheeks burning, "You mind?"
The green flexed her claws in the air to show Sfelyth that each nail was rightfully intact. She circled back to croon at her fallen brother. He didn't look hurt but – the green folded her wings and landed next to him to inspect for herself. She'd feel bad if he got hurt; as much as he flattered her with his also daring stunt. Versaith licked Sfelyth's foreleg - kisses made things all better, right?
She look at the fallen herdbeast, flicking it with her tail - shame on it for getting in Sfelyth's way. It seems you have, Lowering her head and keening softly to her brother, Versaith eyes whirled in worried colors. Are you alright?
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Post by rii on May 16, 2011 14:47:00 GMT -5
just rope 'em, pull and brand em Soon we'll be living high and wide My heart's calculatin' my true love will be waitin' be waitin' at the end of my ride You're a sstrange one."Yes kettle," Ba'sun playfully retorted to his dragon while adjusting the blue's wing to better siphon the water off the cliffs. Standing under the waterfall would have been to powerful, but after the water had cascaded down the jutting rocks and now Ekarth's extended wing, it made a decent shower - if cold. Ekarth's other wing was stretched low as a curtain to shield the poor weyr from Ba'sun's nudity. Not that any of them cared, but it was the thought that counted. The blue looked rather sullen, eyes half closed as the water poured along his body. What iss wrong with the puddless you normally bathe in?"Ah, can't get as clean when soaking in the dirt you just washed off." What'ss the difference, you ssmell funny regardlesss. Ba'sun maturely stuck out his tongue at the blue before hopping over the wet stones to where a folded, damp cloth sat on a slight ledge. Pilfered sweet sand from the baths - all of it in fact. His dragon was not the only one fond of stirring up a bit of trouble for amusement. He took a good handful before stepping into the stream of water - adjusting Ekarth's wing when it began to sag. The blue huffed, You can at leasst provide me with ssome intelligent converssation."No can do blue," He scrubbed the dirt from his chest while turning to look up at Ekarth. "I can sing if you like. I'm forever blowing bubbles~" Oh pleasse no. "Pretty bubbles in the air~" Thiss iss torture. "They fly so high, they reach the sky, and like my dreams they fade and die~" Pleassse. Have mercy upon me - and the poor wher handlerss that likely have to hear thiss. Think of the poor children Sson'o'sunss."Ah, I doubt anyone can hear me over the roar of the falls." Ba'sun flicked some of the sand at his dragon before launching into a new song. "Rain and wind and weather, hell-bent for leather ~ wishin' my gal was by my siiide." Every piteous whine from Ekarth only increasing the volume of Ba'sun's voice. "All the things I'm missin', good vittals, love n'kissin', are waiting at the end of my ride~" Of a sudden Ekarth's wings dropped - and surely it had nothing to do with spying a person drawing near - oh no, his wings were just aching from holding them up so long. Oooh, the blue weakly fluttered his wings, so tired. Ba'sun gave his dragon a look, not even bothering to look behind him because he was pretty sure he knew Ekarth's motives. Perks of being bonded to the snake for twenty or so turns. "You make a terrible curtain." As you do a ssinger.Ba'sun snorted as he tried to wash the sweet sand from his arm, glancing over his shoulder with a grin for his unknown company. "You agree with him?"
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Post by rii on May 16, 2011 13:35:29 GMT -5
Not shallow, Jenna mentally corrected as Ae'on fumed, she just pegged him like any other guy that wanted a woman as - well, a woman. She didn't have a clue what Ae'on found attractive - nor cared. Yet the way he continued to shoot down the basic appeal of woman made her start to think maybe Ae'on didn't like females at all. He blushed handsomely at being teased, but it also could be the flush of anger. The later seemed more likely when taking in the healer's temperament. What a shame.
Rising up, Jenna balanced on the log as Ae'on began to follow. Silly healer. "Maybe she just wanted to have a good laugh at how bad you are~" Jenna grinned as she slide down the angled log. The spear stabbed into the bark just off to the side, becoming a brace as Jenna stopped short of colliding into Ae'on. She leaned forward - the angle of the log making her the same height as the healer - and proceed to purse her lips like a fish's and make kissy noises at Ae'on as well as crossing her eyes to finish off the look.
She caught his arm before her momentum could bump her into him - or he ran screaming in the other direction only to fall off the log all together. It would be bad for the healer to break his neck in a fall. Jenna laughed, her face back into a normal amused smile as she kept a firm hold on the spear. "I'd guess you were something like that." And, because the healer was clearly blocking her way down, Jenna let him go as she turned and jumped off the side of the trunk. She landed neatly, looking back up at Ae'on with a grin.
Why ever would I do that, Versaith's eyes narrowed playfully on her brother. She favored him, unquestionably, but it wasn't her fault that none of the other blues played half as well as Sfelyth. He was a terrible flirt as well - a trait Versaith knew was not exclusive to her. When she had her flight, Versaith would want him there, but he would have to fly with all the others. The green wanted to see what the other blues had to offer her - if any of them could even come close to catching her. Maybe one day I can see just how daring these suitors are.
Flipping around backwards, Versaith arched her wings in close to her body. Her thing frame stream lining to slip through the air the way a fish would through water. She loved the pull of gravity and the constant increase of speed she reached as she plummeted toward the ground. Her wings angled enough just to bring her course toward the feeding pens.
Closer, closer..
Versaith waited until the last second - further than any sensible dragon would dare drop - before flaring her wings. She felt the tips brush the grass below her with how close she had come to crashing. Nothing but wicked delight filled her as she flew the length of the pen; the herdbeasts bleating in fright and parting from her path in much the way the water had earlier. Oh - fence! The green pulled up, catching her hindlegs and tail on the barrier. The pain was hardly felt, though the scent of ichor let her know she had not gotten away unharmed. A few little knicks were well worth the adrenaline rush.
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Post by rii on May 16, 2011 12:53:46 GMT -5
"That won't be a problem. I have no soul." Or so some of the Selenitas natives told him.
Ba'sun grin took on a lop-sided quality as he idly watched the hand slide down his chest. He made no motions to stop the pawing - if that's what she wanted to do to torment him, Ba'sun was perfectly fine with allowing it. A lesser man might have been stirred by her antics, but Ba'sun was not a man that went without intimacy for long. He knew a woman's game for what it was. The man turned his head away from the wineskin to avoid having it thrust up his nose - the result being having the dark wine splash down the front of his chest instead.
"First," Ba'sun's hands slipped under her thighs once she was finished situating herself on his back. A small hop helped mover her further up his back. The action followed with his hands lacing together under Kalierre's rump to keep her in place. If she pawed him, it was only fair play to return some of the attention. "It's black, not white. Bandit's don't ride white horses - that's for willy-nilly knights and other do-gooders. We bandits ride on steeds black as night; all the better to whisk women away under the cover of darkness."
Ba'sun glance side-long at the wineskin, hoping it would last the trip. The flower was a bit thirsty - might have to wrest it back from her once their trip ended. From the kitchens he went outside, sticking to the worn trail cutting through the stubborn grass that continued to grow even after multiple searing of dragonfire. His feet turned him toward the cliffs and eventually he'd reach the the zig-zagging trail that would lead him up to Drumheights. Dawn had yet to break, but the light from the moon and stars would light the way well enough.
"I dare say you've been waiting for this very night, working those long shifts through the late hours that you do." He'd wondered where the dragon healer had been hiding when he couldn't find her during the day. "You're suppose to light a candle in your window so that I know you are there waiting for me; wishing for me to sneak into your weyr.."
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Post by rii on May 16, 2011 11:53:38 GMT -5
"Ah," Kostya lightly nodded; not disputing Faolan's thin claim. More content to let the rabbit get tangled in the lie. It started with one lie now, but lies had to be strung together to keep the story believable. Eventually Faolan would find himself snared by his own words. Despite the unvoiced notion of not needing help, Kostya didn't move, only tilted his head while observing the wherling. Kostya didn't think he was radiating the predator vibes all that strongly - but Faolan's stance said otherwise. Alas, as a member of the Sentinel - sometimes - it was Kostya's duty to make sure the wherling pair got back to the weyr safely. "We'll wait then," Konna and himself. "Escort you back to the weyr. It's dangerous out here."
Felines n'what not.
Unable to avoid the temptation, Kostya further approached Faolan with wonder whether the guy would try to meld in with the tree he was pressed back against, or the more unlikely of actually wielding the branch as a weapon. Kostya hand lifted and his fingers curled around the end of the wood Faolan so desperately clutched. Gently he pulled at it, applying more and more strength until it was relinquished. "You'd have better luck with the knife."
The wood dropped, those same fingers lifted to touch against the side of Faolan's face and turn it forward and up to get a proper look at the guy's face. A pretty one, wasn't he. Kostya's expression furrowed with concern. "You're bleeding." The scent of blood was distinct, no doubt every other predator in the vicity would soon pick up on it. As a healer it was only right to ask, "Are you hurt?"
Konstask positively preen at Faolask's compliment. What an absolutely lovely green! Oh yes, she liked this new wherling. The jeweled green rumbled pleasantly with approval. Add in the fact that her handler liked this green's person and wanted to play - well, why shouldn't Konstask like her? Hers had the best taste after all.
Yes, Konstask finally responded to Faolask after the prideful glow waned, they were out hunting. The green stretched out alongside the younger green, fanning the Faolask's heated body with a wing. It was no disturbance at all, Konstance reassured, they were glad to have found them. So very delighted. At a quiet mental prodding from her handler, Konstask laid her head against Faolask's back while tacking on a question. Were they lost?
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Post by rii on May 16, 2011 10:51:03 GMT -5
Weird – huh. Jenna preferred to be called different. She didn't find it so odd to go wading into marshes in just her underwear to collect toads, or moving out into the jungle to do a bit of hunting. No doubt Ae'on only found those things odd because she was a girl. Compliment or not, Jenna still turned to face Ae'on once again. "I'm sure you prefer your women with big fat breasts," As she spoke Jenna's hand parted the collar of her shirt. Half-bent forward as if to flash Ae'on her cleavage - of which there was hardly any. What little Jenna did have was neatly wrapped away by the cloth strips. She batted her lashes at him, turning away from the healer while slapping a hand against the side of her modest rump. "And a nice round ass."
Or was it suppose to be wide child-bearing hips. Hm. Regardless! Jenna sauntered onward, snorting her disdain over what the image of woman often meant. Ae'on, holdbred as he obviously was, probably wanted a nice woman to keep in the kitchen - and wash his clothes; like that stupid red shirt. Jenna hopped onto a fallen log, briskly walking down the length before switching to an fallen tree that angled up into the trees. She climbed up a few feet up before crouching against the wood. One hand curled around a branch to steady herself as she scanned their surroundings for any sign of prey.
Though, when Ae'on inferred she was jealous over him sucking face with some old cougar lady, Jenna's gaze snapped down to him with a scowl. It didn't matter to her! She just saw them, okay? Sure, seeing Ae'on mooching with some woman made her annoyed with the healer - maybe because it just reminded her of her time at the healer hall, when the boy she thought liked her had gone of to have a grope fest with some other girl behind the stables. The difference here was that she wasn't involved with Ae'on; she didn't like him - and Ae'on didn't like her. Rolling her eyes, "You're not my boyfriend, so why would I be jealous?"
The spearhead jabbed into the soft wood a few times in a show of disinterest, "Got awfully defensive there boy." Because he had called her girl. Hmph. "Old hag tell you you're a bad kiisseer~?"
You'll have to try a lot harder~ Versaith playfully crooned as she sharply veered to the right to avoid Sfelyth's tail. She sped back the way he'd come, angling her wings to rise higher into the air. Truth be told she was a bit tired - she'd been at her aerial stunts all morning. Her wings caught a thermal and she slowly circled in the warm air; letting it put her higher into the sky. She circled Sfelyth in a wide circle in this grace period of rest. Although, maybe I've already had my flight brother - I was just too fast. No one caught me.
A devious whirl touched at her eyes as she banked away from the blue. Let's raz the herdbeasts.
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