04.Feb.12, 05:39 AM
Ronarth was unusually distracted, which was putting D'ren in a bad mood. He'd overheard that some sort of brouhaha was going on in the dining caverns, and he would have liked to know what exactly it was without walking down there himself. He knew it had to do with several candidates and a couple greenriders, which frankly, sounded like a huge mess of trouble.
Ronarth, I would appreciate some help the bronzerider said as he walked towards the dining hall. He didn't want to make a personal appearance, but it looked like it would be necessary. Unfortunately for D'ren, Ronarth still didn't answer. The bronze was daydreaming, it would seem, lost in one of his whimsical lovestruck fantasies.
Ronarth! D'ren said sternly, projecting his seriousness and irritation towards the bronze. It was enough to jar Ronarth from whatever vexed him, but D'ren didn't care for the result. In a dreamy voice, almost completely uncharacteristically mellow and seductive, the awkward dragon purred Larrikith...
D'ren paused and arched a brow. He was so puzzled that he decided not to dedicate any thought to it, lest he wind up with a massive headache.
If he wanted to give it any thought, he would have been cruelly cut off. Grith made her magnificent appearance, dropping into view before destroying the doorways leading into the dining halls with Ronarth-level poise and effectiveness. D'ren's jaw slacked. "What?!" he shouted, throwing his hands up in exasperated horror as he paced towards the building. Things got worse when the green got herself wedged, wings and belly lodged in the doorway like a fat child trying to wriggle under a fence. D'ren could already feel the hairs standing up on the back of his neck.
Unbelievable! he thought. That green was...destroying the dining hall?
He bolted to the door and found his way through the biggest gap between door and dragon before taking off inside. He quickly located what must be the troubled group; B'jin storming away, soe kid laying bloody in the floor, Par'a flailing her arms about...
As he approached, the greenrider he was so fond of practically collided with him. Hissed at him, too. D'ren narrowed his eyes and frowned. "B'jin! What's gotten in to you?"
Hm, what was that icky feeling? Ronarth?
Larrikith
What does Larrikith have to do with this?
"B'jin!"
Posted twice due to having two characters in the scene. D'ren will be splitting off soon.
Ronarth, I would appreciate some help the bronzerider said as he walked towards the dining hall. He didn't want to make a personal appearance, but it looked like it would be necessary. Unfortunately for D'ren, Ronarth still didn't answer. The bronze was daydreaming, it would seem, lost in one of his whimsical lovestruck fantasies.
Ronarth! D'ren said sternly, projecting his seriousness and irritation towards the bronze. It was enough to jar Ronarth from whatever vexed him, but D'ren didn't care for the result. In a dreamy voice, almost completely uncharacteristically mellow and seductive, the awkward dragon purred Larrikith...
D'ren paused and arched a brow. He was so puzzled that he decided not to dedicate any thought to it, lest he wind up with a massive headache.
If he wanted to give it any thought, he would have been cruelly cut off. Grith made her magnificent appearance, dropping into view before destroying the doorways leading into the dining halls with Ronarth-level poise and effectiveness. D'ren's jaw slacked. "What?!" he shouted, throwing his hands up in exasperated horror as he paced towards the building. Things got worse when the green got herself wedged, wings and belly lodged in the doorway like a fat child trying to wriggle under a fence. D'ren could already feel the hairs standing up on the back of his neck.
Unbelievable! he thought. That green was...destroying the dining hall?
He bolted to the door and found his way through the biggest gap between door and dragon before taking off inside. He quickly located what must be the troubled group; B'jin storming away, soe kid laying bloody in the floor, Par'a flailing her arms about...
As he approached, the greenrider he was so fond of practically collided with him. Hissed at him, too. D'ren narrowed his eyes and frowned. "B'jin! What's gotten in to you?"
Hm, what was that icky feeling? Ronarth?
Larrikith
What does Larrikith have to do with this?
"B'jin!"
Posted twice due to having two characters in the scene. D'ren will be splitting off soon.