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Post by rii on May 7, 2011 18:49:28 GMT -5
Break the jar, Ekarth shook his paw in a half-hearted attempted to dislodge the clinging green. The blue being a great deal more willing to play along with the nonsense. Ba'sun, however, continued to settle a puzzled look on the kid. Or fill it with ssomething elsse that doessn't grow boobss.
"You mean Caden..?"
Ekarth's tail rose and flippped to one side, in a way rolling his eyes at his own rider. Sshe's gold. Not green. "Yeah, well.. " The dragon hissed, cutting off Ba'sun's words before speaking mainly to Armind. Look at that man there, ssee the green flyer on his sshoulder - he'ss had that creature for a long time and he hassn't turned green from her ssaliva. How does that work?
"I spend my time around guys, getting plenty of guy germs to battle the girl cooties.." Ba'sun voiced blandly at his own dragon.
The blue purred at the idea, Sso to avoid turning green, one musst have more boy germss. Ba'sun didn't much care for the mischief his dragon was angling for. Simply not in the mood for it today. A tired look settled on Ekarth. "Let the boy go." Make me. Ekarth growled, his back leg slipping over the edge of the cliff as he pulled Armind close this chest. An arrow whistled through the air, zipping past Ekarth's head. There would be no taking little kids for a ride. Ba'sun would have his ears twisted off by the creche women if he let his blue do it. Ba'sun was not amused. "Let him go."
Ekarth only debated a second or two more before nudging Armid away from himself, Wouldn't make much of a ssnack anyway. The blue licked his claws, effectively drenching Cootie with his own saliva. Ha, maybe she would turn blue. His eyes narrowed on the child, tail flick in mock irritation, Well childling? I let you go, make your cootie-beasst releasse me.
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Post by rii on May 7, 2011 15:12:11 GMT -5
Aha, Ba'sun's eyes honed in on the cane. He wedged the point of his boot in the curve of it, kicking it up into the air to catch with his free hand. It was slid through his belt loop much like a sword. Making sure it was out of Kalierre's immediate reach. Even though she hadn't smacked or kicked him - yet - Ba'sun wasn't about to put a weapon in the woman's hands. He valued his shins and- ah well, his groin too much.
Still sporting a smile, Ba'sun casually pushed the chair back in toward the desk before turning to head out the door. "And if I am?" He mused, hand raising to lightly pinch the side of her wriggling thigh. "You should humor this old man longing for his younger days." Carefully ducking into the infirmary, Ba'sun took a quick survey of the room to see if he had attracted any unwanted attention. Curious if anyone would actually try to stop him.
Ba'sun chuckled as he stepped around a gawking apprentice to gain entry into the hallway. "Only two in all the turns you've been here." A low whistle. "They must keep you too busy if that's all the fun you've had." He thought to pat her on the rump in sympathy, but figured it was too far of an awkward reach in his current position. He settled for the side of her knee.
"Hungry?" He turned on his heel, taking the winding path that would eventually bring him to the kitchens. "It's about time for your dinner and my breakfast, hm?"
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Post by rii on May 2, 2011 16:03:48 GMT -5
Ba'sun strolled on, glancing up into the canopy without a care in the world for the brooding youth trailing behind him. The kid must be paranoid, thinking someone would waste time with a green-horn weyrling. Er'ani wasn't important by any means. Er'ani needed to sort out that teenage mess all on his own. It wasn't an easy age to teach. The bluerider liked the challenge; more so he loved to teach the ones that could set aside the attitude and actually wanted to learn. It took a touch of humility to truly learn – and for one reason pride became the hardest thing to put aside for that age group. There was a lot that Ba'sun could teach to those willing to really listen..
Abruptly Ba'sun halted, doubting the brooding youth would notice, and extended a hand out to catch Er'ani against the collar bone to stop the kid's forward motion. "There is a lot more to being an archer than learning how to shoot a bow, kid. If that's all you're going to try and learn here, then keep shooting at tree stumps. You'll eventually hit your marks, but you'll never be good."
Er'ani's question earned an ambiguous shrug. Not only was the kid bad at trying to hide things, he asked poorly aimed questions. "About a turn ago, a few months before Ja'kin took the reins." B'asun then returned to his previous train of thought. "Your first lesson is to look and listen. Kid you're too much in your head. I bet you can't tell me how many wherries were roosted in the trees we've been walking by. Listen to what people are saying. What does this have to do with shooting a bow? You can't shoot what you can't see, you can't make decisions on information you can't hear. When you can figure it out, open your eyes a bit, come find me. Otherwise.."
Ba'sun stepped off the trail, "Have a nice one." He gestured down the trail that would take Er'ani the rest of the way back to the wery. Hop-a-long weyrling, go home.
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Post by rii on May 2, 2011 2:06:09 GMT -5
The short utterance – uh – was all that F'lix needed to hear. He snorted softly to himself while raising his gaze. His hands rested lightly against the front of F'ur's chest, smoothing out the fabric of shirts beneath his fingertips. A small, if quick, smile was given to the older man. A destination didn't matter at the moment. F'lix couldn't - wouldn't leave without Lilitu and, despite Terror's call, he could feel her stubbornness to return. Couldn't blame her. In his anger he had been seriously contemplating killing her right there in his palm. He doubted he could actually go through with it, but..
It didn't lessen the sting to the thought.
F'lix tightly shut his eyes in attempt not to let his thoughts darkly spiral out from there, ending up squinting one eye open to view F'ur. He attempted to wiggled the offended end of his nipped nose. Listen to the man, F'lix smirked with a faint shake of head, still sounded like a romantic. The where didn't matter, only that they were together. F'lix chuckled again to himself, then narrowed a mild look on the older man. That kind of amorous logic might work in harper songs, but not here.
Albeit, F'lix wasn't complaining. The romanticizing was a trait he liked about the older man. There were many things to like. F'lix hands had moved to F'ur's arms, slowly sliding down as he shifted closer. So much that had been missed. The younger hesitated only a moment - long enough to ask himself why he needed to restrain himself - before he lightly nuzzled against the warmth of F'ur's neck. Lips parting at the end to let teeth graze over the skin. F'ur was his. F'lix hands continued to drift, slipping over F'ur's, only for fingers of one to seize around the ring and begin to carefully work it free. His F'ur.
"What hidden weyr?" F'lix softly asked, too loathed to move away. Oh he hadn't forgotten about his unhappy mindmate, but a quiet nudging from Saboth let him know the green had joined him in the shade. Playing the fussy woman and pretending to be gone to make them all concerned. F'lix didn't let the musing linger for long. "Saboth hasn't been very talkative since Snarly left." Privately he wished that Innocenth's absence was the cause for his dragon's silence. There were other factors involved, but maybe having Ino back around would stir up some life in the pale blue.
Will not, Lilitu hissed privately to Terror. Ungrateful. All go and leave Lilitu with such mess. Did best, hear? Not easy. Should thank Lilitu for keeping dungbrain around. Flyer too. All want to leave like Simper. But do Lilitu get thanks? No.
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Post by rii on May 2, 2011 0:51:39 GMT -5
Kalierre earned a tilted of head. Mild curiosity toward the latter portion of her comment. In end it wasn't a conversation Ba'sun cared to pursue. He pushed away from the frame and slowly began to move around the desk. His dark eyes skimmed over the papers as if the stack held any sort of interest. In truth looking away in a half-hearted attempt to hide the suppressed laughter dancing inside them. The smile grew a touch wider, a half a second before Ba'sun settled a grave look on the dragon healer.
"Oh no," He vigorously shook his head while leaning against the edge of her desk - now on the same side as her but moving no closer. "I wouldn't dare entice the revered dragon healer out of her cave to a night of music and wine, giggling and all sorts of foolish nonsense. The people here would be lost without her. Chaos would break out in the halls. There would be screaming and shouting. Madness at every turn. The dragons wouldn't know up from down. You're too important to this somewhat stinky room. I cannot ask you to leave it - it's not a choice anyone should have on their shoulders. The losses would be too great..
"So-" Here he knelt, one hand quickly snatching her wrist as he pull the woman up and out of her seat. His free arm snaking around a leg as he deftly placed her over his shoulders - one arm easily keeping hold around one leg and the captured wrist. Ba'sun stood and adjusted the weight. "-Instead I'm kidnapping you." He slowly turned around, eyes scanning the area for that pesky cane.
He paused long enough in his search to look at Kalierre's face, arching a brow and doing his best not to grin like a fool. "Are the rumors true?" Not that he had heard any. "I'd think the same thing goes on behind all closed doors - but what they say about this particular door.. You must let me know the truth of it."
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Post by rii on May 2, 2011 0:18:31 GMT -5
As much as Ekarth would have enjoyed keeping up his charade, there was a definite aroma of fear starting to surround the child. The was proud of himself, of course, for convincing the child he might actually eat him. Only the goal was not to reduce said child to a quivering mess, or start leaking in various spots. Not fun. It would also make his rider growly - and not the pretend growly that could be easily confused with growliness.
Hey, Ekarth arched his neck, lifted his head in attempt to examine the bite-size green gnawing on the end of his snout. He first tried to smack her off when the use of his tongue. When that proved fruitless he made a sneezing motion - complete with huffing out his nose. That tickless! Aello joined in the assault, diving at the blue's head - not that it was much use, but the dragon did remove one of his foreclaws from around Armind. To wipe at the salamandyr on his nose, but it was still an accomplishment to Aello.
The green fire lizard trill to herself as she zipped away. She lighted on the shoulder of the man watching the scene with a raised brow. Ekarth hissed upon noticing, flattening out against the ground - trying to worm his girth behind the human child. Come to sslay me? Besst do it quickly before I turn green.
Oh, a dragon slayer now was he? Ba'sun second brow rose to join the first. "Turn green?" The child hass cootiess that turn you into a green. "Cooties." Cootiess. Ba'sun blinked, his gaze dropping down to Armind. "I'm willing to take that risk, I've battled off cooties for many turns. Now ..dragon.. would you mind letting go of the boy?"
Drawing an arrow, Ba'sun put it to the string of his bow. Ekarth huddled more closely to Armind's back to hide. Not until I am de-cootie-fied "Well boy, there's your chance to earn freedom from the brute." Overgrown snake. Ekarth's tongue flicked the open air.
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Post by rii on May 1, 2011 19:02:32 GMT -5
.. with a little girl's dreams 'cause she's liable to grow up mean. It wasn't the first night Ba'sun found himself awake in the dark hours between late night and early morning. Sitting on the edge of his bed with his heart racing and his hands numbly running over his arms to be rid of the ghostly weight pulling them down. After a moment of blindly scanning the darkness Ba'sun stood, opened the glow basket and paced the length of his weyr. He leaned over the bed where Shoal slept, carefully touching the side of the toddler's face. Warm. Alive. Of course he was fine - why wouldn't he be? One thing for certain, Ba'su knew he wouldn't be getting back to sleep. Didn't want to stay in the weyr though, not to lie in the darkness and let his mind wander. Thus, shortly after getting dressed, Ba'sun bundled the sleeping child into his arms and headed for the creche. The woman on duty wasn't entirely happy to be woken up to take Shoal - but it's not like he handed her a crying child so she could kindly shove the attitude somewhere unpleasant. From there he wandered. Mostly. It was both chance and purpose that Ba'sun found himself strolling into the infirmary. The drudges were too busy in the early hours - all that prepping work. The healers and apprentices, however, were just there on call and - most of the time - awake. Yes, surely one would be around and wouldn't mind a bit of non-patient conversation. It just so happened a familiar woman happened to be on shift. Regardless that Ba'sun had to poke his head in the various rooms until he actually found her. He was just simply passing by when he saw her inside her office. Purely coincidental. Ba'sun shouldered against the frame of the open door. The casual smile he wore ever present. "Considering you are doing paperwork there must not be anyone attempting to bleed to death." The bluerider glance over his shoulder at the quiet infirmary. "Or anything going on that your underlings can't attend to.."
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Post by rii on May 1, 2011 17:15:43 GMT -5
Ba'sun had half a mind to lean over and lick Er'ani a second time while the kid was mid-rant about how unsanitary it was. He thought the answer would be glaringly obvious at this point. The reactions were quite amusing from people who took themselves too seriously. Ba'sun flashed a smile at the kid. Case in point. What doess one get in return to following thesse ssocial guideliness? Ekarth skimmed the trees ahead. In truth too high to hear the conversation on his own, but through his mindmate he was determined to be part of it all the same. Filed into the normal, the mundane, the average.
"Surely he cannot be so plain, Ekarth. He mentioned always getting into trouble.." Ba'sun lightly teased, pretending not to notice Er'ani's efforts to throw him off the inquiring trail. Kid trusted a stranger to teach him to shoot a bow, but no further. A shame Ba'sun wasn't so impersonal as all that. A hand, one the older rider had been trying hard to keep inside his pocket, found the back of Er'ani's shoulder as Ba'sun stepped near. His fingers curled over the kid's shoulder, tugging the youth lopsided as if to share a low spoken secret with him.
"If you're going to answer without answering, you need to get better at it." Ba'sun snorted humorlessly. "You're Benden born. Came here recently, which means you're either A) a defector from Benden – but since you didn't have a dragon to get yourself here I'm doubtful you actually hopped a boat to come south. So I am going to go with B) you're a candidate brought over by or from wasteland after the merge. You're weyrbred, bound by tradition so your name is all I need to make guesses at who are your parents. I'm old as dirt, as far as dragonriders go, so I'll bet my marks that I can guess who they were. Er'ani. Ani. Kind of a femme ending so we'll try for your mother."
Considering the kid's estimated age, the mother had to be around Ba'sun's own. Who did he know that had kids around the same time as himself. A squint went to Er'ani as Ba'sun again took in the vaguely familiar features. "Roniana - pretty woman, you've kind got her soft features. She had.. two boys, right? I remember 'cause I had two boys that were close in turns to hers. All of 'em had dark heads of hair. Couldn't tell any of you apart when you were running around the creche. You must be about the age my youngest would have been."
Ba'sun's fingers tightened on Er'ani's shoulder, pulling him an inch closer. "I get that you don't know me, or trust me - much. You have to on some level to accept wanting to be taught, but when I teach someone they need to be a friend to me. Not an enemy that's going to put an arrow in my back. So next time you want to lie, or omit something, try to do it with something that isn't obvious. It only makes me curious about what you're trying to hide. Considering I just harmlessly asked who your parents were.. that just makes me think you don't like me."
Despite the roughness to the words, Ba'sun ended it all with a dramatic sniffle. The hand released Er'ani's shoulder and palmed over his poor wounded heart. He glanced side-long at the kid, a half grin in place regardless of the youth's temperament. "As far as your stance goes, you're torqued. It's not just your arm that's is doing the aiming. Even the slightest angle of arm and body can throw your shot off once you release. You arm pulls to the left, so your arrow will always go–" Ba'sun's walked ahead with or without Er'ani in tow. His hand cut through the air, to the left, to finish the statement.
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Post by rii on May 1, 2011 10:34:51 GMT -5
It shows me, I have never really loved no one but me Like the time, you slipped through my hands I'll never understand why I'm such a Selfish Man. One. Two. Thre — Why do?Guru flicked his tail against one of the rings lined against the log, watching it teeter toward the edge. It could be that much of a loss if it happened to fall away to the darkness below. His mindmate wasn't even paying attention. Why did they have to count the guady bits of metal anyway? Or more specifically, why did he have to do it? The bronze salamandyr narrowed his eyes, nudging the ring a little closer to the edge with the tip of his tail. "Cause, y'might get stupid if ya don't practice yer numbers," Quintrell responded lightly in a distracted tone. What absurdity. He'd never succumb to stupidity. "I wouldn't say yer immune." Quintrell cocked his head to teh side as he examined another ring in the faint moonlight. He tried it on each finger before setting it near Guru. Too big. Confused you are, Guru wasn't stupid, thank you, just lazy. There was a very clear distinction between the two. With one finally flick the bulky ring went roll over the side of the log – only to land in Quintrell's palm instead. The thief stood and rounded on his salamandyr. "I'll never forgive you for choosing that green. That would be the height of your stupidity." The green choose him, so he could hardly tell her no. "Tell 'er no 'cause it put me with some fatso man." There actually was a touch of ire to the thief's words, enough to make Guru fall silent and Quintresk to lift his head. The blonde glance between both his mindmates before snorting. The bits of rejected jewelry were stuffed into his pockets. Guru was offered an arm to scamper up, "Whatever. Let's go before one o'the wher patrols finds us. If it's that harper 'gain I'm going give 'im a nice shot to the jewels. Needs ta learn ta ask less questions if yanno what I mean." Because Trel didn't like explaining where he disappeared for a couple or few days at a time. The thief hated being chained down to the weyr, and his brown wher had gotten to the point where he wouldn't leave again.. a compromised had been made. Quintrell went to play around some hold or cothold – sate his need to filch goods (pointless as jewelry was) and the desire to travel – then he'd come back to the weyr so Quintresk could.. do whatever that wher did. Quintrell wasn't all that sure..
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Post by rii on Apr 30, 2011 18:11:51 GMT -5
In the jealous games people play My lips are sealed. As the path wore thin beneath her boots, Jenna's paused to double check her inventory. A pair of short spears tied across her back. Belt knife at her waist. Another blade hidden inside the boots that tied half-way up her calves. Riding boots in truth because the young greenrider liked the rugged look of them. Along with the frayed pants and the smudge of dirt on the bottom of her shirt from where she had wiped her hand. A smirk flashed across Jenna's features. If only her mother could see her now - what a stink she would make out of Jenna dressing too much like a man and romping around in the jungle like a wildling. At times Jenna missed the fussy woman. Jenna lifted her hands to check the tie holding back her hair. For once she had let it grow long but she wasn't about to wear it loose like the other girls. Special care was taken, even, to make sure her hair stay bound. The arrangement felt all in order, until a sudden gust pull Jenna nearly off her feet. Not just any breeze either, but the violent tailwind of her green speeding over the tree tops and skimmed just above the river. The water slightly parting for her as she raced along. A look was shot in the green's direction as Jenna huffed a loosened strand of hair out of her face. Must she do that all the time? Versaith preened in response, her forked tail striking the water to create a wall of spray further mark her flight path. It got her attention, didn't it, and let her see how fast she was flying. Jenna snorted, tucked the hair behind he ears before loosening one of the spears. Show off to someone else, would you?Because today Jenna was determined to be proud of herself. Today she would go hunting.. and actually return with something. Even a wherry would be nice. Besides, it would take Jenna's mind off the fact that two of Versaith's clutchsiblings had their maiden flight.. which meant her own green shouldn't too long now. Versaith didn't look like she was glowing, but one could never tell with her dark hide. A trouble thought to push to the back of the mind. Jenna lifted her chin and set out along the riverbank. .. animals were attrached to water to drink, right?
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Post by rii on Apr 28, 2011 23:35:46 GMT -5
F'lix couldn't stop the initial flinch at the embrace of F'ur's arms. His mind already burrowing deeper into his brooding. Until the teeth on his neck brought an abrupt halt to his thoughts. F'lix twisted around to settle a rather bemused look on the older man. It turned questioning as he was turned around, then downright accusing after their lips parted. At least the older bluerider had F'lix's full attention.
"You always do that," F'lix growled in an undertone. His eyes narrowed a touch as he shifted in the new position. His hands smoothed down his shirt, seemingly perturbed about the contact until one of those very hands reached back to pinch F'ur's backside. Proper enough response to the bite. "Make everything so simple."
It made the younger rider feel a bit dumbfounded. One moment his head had been stormed by the brooding thoughts. Yet now all he could seem to do was stare at the man before him. No, F'ur wasn't blind, but apparently F'lix had been. His hands found either side of his hips as he continued to just peer at the ex-Fortian. F'lix gaze and chin only dipped self-conscious for a second as he muttered, "Make me feel really stupid too."
After a moment F'lix finally nodded a couple of times; silent agreement to put the insecurities away and go with F'ur. "Where will we go?" Had the plan been thought out that far. F'ur never seemed the most methodical person, and this time F'lix hadn't imagined anything beyond returning Terror (and apparently the crazy notion that F'ur no longer wanted to be together). Turning suddenly sheepish, F'lix gaze kept slipping down toward the grass. His voice quieter still, "Could Terror try to call Lilitu back? She won't come for me.."
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Post by rii on Apr 27, 2011 23:48:10 GMT -5
If Trilaranth could grin, he would have as Salenth neatly dodged around him. The brown wasn't far behind, taking the tail slap as invitation, and tucked one wing to dropping down past Onyth on the opposite side of the bronze. The green's ire was not overlooked, but all it earned was a low chuckle from the brown's grounded half. Clearly she had already chosen which dragon she wanted to catch her - so Trilaranth felt no guilt in dismissing her to hassle her favored male. He actually put forth a challenge instead of pussy-footing away.
Maybe she'd show him her claws, and he could show her his.
The bronze, Trilaranth's former teacher, may have danced around the other dragons with some semblance of grace for such a large dragon. Trilaranth did no such thing. Purposely the fawn colored browned used his speed to swing around the opposite side of Frosstyth. Large wings extended full only to downbeat at a specific timing to steal the pressure right out from under the dark brown's wings. He rode the wingbeat out, rising up and filling his wings with the nearest thermal to gain a higher vantage point.
Up, they were all going up – oh right, the green.
Putting his strength to use, Trilaranth climbed up through the thermal. Oh let the bronze come up from underneath. The brown wasn't going to work the same move twice. Streamlining, Trilaranth move down at an angle toward the rest of them. He'd come from above this time, thank you. Not to intercept the others, but to make his own grab at the green. His claws extended for her..
"Ah, so you are unable to solve a problem on your own. I had only been teasing before.." R'ven smiled pleasantly at Elysia's cold looks. What a silly green - she had chosen the place, was more than capable of leading them all to somewhere more desirable. Females, really, they were just irrational. "Being out flown by a bronze too.." The tall smith lightly tsked his tongue against his teeth.
Trilaranth's limbs pulled back, and his wings strongly came down full of hot air – directing the invisible blast at the green to throw her off course. Toss her to the claws of the eager dragons below. Yeah, like he wanted to catch her. Puh-lease. Maybe he would when she actually put on a flight and not fluttered by expecting them flip silly loops for her. The brown looped up into the sky, and zig-zaged away from the chase.
A half-smirked touched at R'ven's lips as he turned aside from the other chasers. The barest sound of a chuckle heard as he stepped away. His hands raised again, a metal twang sounding as he flicked the metal spring. Bored? You don't like the woman. R'ven did smirk then, No. No I don't.
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Post by rii on Apr 26, 2011 11:06:30 GMT -5
Once freed, F'lix immediately turned away. He made it three quick strides before abruptly halting. It was typical of F'lix to want to storm off when it all became too much to deal with; to retreat to the solace of a quiet area to sort though his own muddled thoughts. The younger rider had never quite learned to control his own emotions. He hated himself for it - and in turn that wove anger into the mix and that never helped. But now, if he left to try and get his head on straight, he wouldn't come back. He'd be too ashamed to show his face again.
"I could never hate you," Spoke for the man behind him, but F'lix continued to gaze over the empty lea ahead of him. The words were calmer now, softer, but the anger still managed to heard. An ever expressive hand gestured pointlessly to the side as he continued. "It took me six-seven turns of wanting to see him dead for me to finally just leave Benden. I can no better kill him now than when I was younger." Just seeing the man made him feel fifteen and powerless all over again. "I hate him, but I've told you before, a part of me will always care about him."
Love him even. As much as F'lix was certain F'ur wanted to hear nothing of all this, the younger man couldn't keep it balled away forever. Not when he was suppose to be open and trusting with another. All or nothing. F'ur might be able to pick and chose what to share, but F'lix couldn't. "I don't want to be there F'ur. I don't want to keep living in my past. It's been a turn.. of remembering.. " The hand had risen to slide fingers into the back of his dark hair, the digits suddenly fisting in the short lengths to slightly pull his head to one side. F'lix had once tried to explain to F'ur – don't grab me like that.
"I've missed you. Every night." To the point where it became almost impossible to sleep when the phantom memory lied there with him. F'ur had always been a source of stability, of happiness – without the man there everything once again crumbled because F'lix was too pathetic to manage on his own. He didn't know how his weyrmate could stand it. "Yet - and you say my memory is a gift. It's not. It's a curse. I can't forget. I can't let go. It's.. I don't want to be trapped in my head again. I came here, F'ur, not to just return Terror to you.."
He probably wasn't making any sense. The thoughts came faster than his mouth could speak the last one. Trying his best was all he could do, and looking ahead to make it feel as if he was alone and talking to himself made it slightly easier. "But I don't even want you to touch me. I feel.. " What was the word he was looking for? F'lix shoulders hunched as the arm again dropped away from his hair, instead brushing along the skin of the opposite arm. "Remembering how it once was with Ja'kin.. how I was all those years.. I'm disgusted with myself? It's so fresh in my mind. How can you possibly want to still be with me?"
Fingernails pressed into the skin of his arm. He wanted the physical pain over the emotional kind. "I don't feel trapped with you - but making you trapped with me? I do. You deserve.. better. I mean that night.. your leg.. I wanted to hurt you because I love you? How does that make any sense?" The nails dug in further, hoping F'ur wouldn't be there whenever he decided to turn back around. "They say love is blind, but .. F'ur.. I just want you to see. This.. creature.. I am isn't.. it isn't something you want."
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Post by rii on Apr 25, 2011 21:57:13 GMT -5
Trilaranth watched the others with private amusement. His wings stretched to their fullest extent to allow him to continue his lazy spiral through the air. There was no reason for the sturdy brown to feel left out of the whole ordeal. He didn't need to prove himself to anyone - and why try for twist and turns that were clearly out of his league. Frosstyth's trick – which looked to him like a frightening runner thrown midair and pawing for the ground that wasn't there – kept Trilaranth firmed to the idea that only fools were pressured into performing to earn a green's favor. Trilaranth was power, he was strength – not some aerial dancer.
(If anything, maybe she should be trying to impress him. It was hard to take interest in a green beyond a glowing hide..)
But, fond of greens as Tril often was, the brown found it in himself to humor her little game. His short snout moved the small space to catch the tip of her tail against his muzzle. The turn he executed was well controlled and in no rush to chase after her dark form. Endurance he had, grace he did not. The only time the brown actually put forth effort into his flight is when the bronze went for a grab. Trilaranth, for a brown, was closer to the shade and size of a bronze and he had the wingspan to prove it. Two strong, full wingbeats sped him forward to intercede the attempt. Trilaranth put his mass in Salenth's path (regardless that Salenth had pulled short anyway, what would Onyth see but one dragon cutting off another's attempt?)
It wasn't a show of comradery, nor a youngster's mistake (ex: risking his own wings to being shredded). Trilaranth knew Salenth; well enough to know little to no harm would come to him. If anything, sparking a chance for a fight and spill of ichor only added to Trilaranth's reason to bully the bronze's position. The desert was so dull these long days. The brown made no attempt to grab Onyth. His tail flicked at her as she had done at him, but nothing more as he slid out of her path.
R'ven's eyes centered on Elysia's outstretched hand, the smile crooking further up the side of his lips. Greens were silly creatures. Did she really think a simple motion would hold him back if he wanted to move? She had no power over him. Alas, humoring greens was a daily task, and R'ven let her pass unhindered.
Teeth flash's briefly at the sound of C'oar's then S'rei's voices. R'ven fell into step a few paces behind Elysia, physically cutting the bulkier smith off from the grouping of riders. "Yes bronze, tell the green how to play her own game.." R'ven mused with mocking twist to his lips. His gaze slowly slide from Elyisa to S'rei. "She couldn't possibly figure something out on her own, hm?"
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Post by rii on Apr 25, 2011 21:14:42 GMT -5
F'lix fingers flexed around the writhing salamandyr. It would be a quick end - falling down the rabbit hole Simper had left behind. Lilitu's fear momentarily startled his mind. More importantly it loosened his fist and allowed the dark green to wriggle free. Her small wings flared as she took a steep dive into the tall grass and disappeared from sight. Behind her fading fear, and growing ire, a different emotion quietly pulsed. Concern. Worry. Saboth had been a silent entity since the wasteland takeover. F'lix eyes began to slide off to the side toward the direction of his dragon..
F'ur's movements, however, had the younger rider snapping back into a defensive mode. He managed a half-step backwards, one hand swinging low along his waist. It was just a conditioned response, as was the facial features twisted into a glare; the shoulders that tensed inside the circle of F'ur's arms. Though F'lix didn't try to dislodge himself, he offered nothing but silence to the older man's words. What had made sense before not longer sounded right. F'lix was having a difficult time getting his mind to move in a different direction. How could one turn make him forget out to properly rationalize these type of situations. Didn't he use to be so much better at understanding it all?
.. And not so hasty to mentally and physicall retreat and let the convoluted thoughts have free reign.
"No they don't - you're just crazy." F'lix muttered with closed eyes. Still couldn't bring himself to properly look at F'ur. "I'm being stupid and broken." Fingers curled in on themselves to make fists, angry at himself for his next words. "I didn't want to come." If it was possible, F'lix shoulders stiffened even further with anticipation of F'ur pulling away. The rest came out in whispers, "He's right there F'ur. Right there. I want to kill him.. and I can't. Everyday it's the same. I keep wanting to know why."
F'lix eyes opened to reveal the painfully young look, a tormented age that was reflected into his tone. "Why did he do this to me?"
Shutting the vulnerability away again, F'lix planted his hands against F'ur's chest and attempted to push away. Anger wove back into his words, "How is it fair to you. Me obsessing over this. That I've allowed myself to regress back to this state. Can't expect you to pick up the pieces all over again. To fix me. It was difficult enough on you the first time. I understand that you don't want to go through it all over again. You wanted what we had - how it was. But it's not and I'm sorry for that."
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