21.Mar.13, 08:37 AM
B'run sighed. A heavy, tired, sigh. He shook his head, giving a remorseful look. "Yeah," he began, dragging his fingers through his beard. "I don' think that's goin' t'happen." Already he was mentally bracing himself for a punishment that was unlikely to come. He'd done it enough as a child, he knew the routine even if it had been many years. A smile tugged at his lips. "Brownrider," he added.
The man looked tired. But if S'kef was going to be the first to throw rank around, he'd gladly step up to the plate. B'run locked eyes with the brownrider, looking many things but afraid wasn't one of them. He stood confident and ready, which was rare enough for the aloof and leery man. "You don' gotta deal with the women yer pissin' off. I do." R'ana's reaction alone was something he was preparing himself for Jisralna's was likely to be much more timid if she had one at all.
"We're all in this t'gether, the way I see it. An' yer tryin' t'make it so that ain't so. That don't sit well with me." He set one hand on his belt, hooking his thumb. Blue eyes scanned the crowd, doing his tipsy best to make note of who was still watching the engagement and who had already moved on. This was supposed to be a happy celebration. so much for that! At least he'd gotten in a few drinks before he'd decided to start shit.
Olemuth had remained, primarily, calm after his initial outburst. As soon as Xyrieth had spoken he let loose another roar. He was quiet by nature, content to let others lead when he did not... But his rider was taking a stand. He unfurled his wings and waggled his head, eyes swirling red. Perhaps B'run had finally decided to act like a bronzerider. He had shitty timing.
They tell me to cease. They try to make me.
Might be a good idea.
And leave you to stand alone? Never. Do I come get you?
Not yet, love. Not yet.
Escape was still an option, if S'kef decided to bring back the lash. Frankly, the idea of being whipped scared B'run more than the idea of all these eyes on him. Olemuth huffed air from his nostrils while B'run stood calmly, muscles tense and ready.
I do not obey you, youngling. You do not lead us. 'Quiet' did not mean 'submissive.' And the burly bronze turned the mental nudging back on his younger counterpart. He folded his wings and stood proudly, waiting for his rider to be through with his stupid plan, eyes swirling a slow red.
The man looked tired. But if S'kef was going to be the first to throw rank around, he'd gladly step up to the plate. B'run locked eyes with the brownrider, looking many things but afraid wasn't one of them. He stood confident and ready, which was rare enough for the aloof and leery man. "You don' gotta deal with the women yer pissin' off. I do." R'ana's reaction alone was something he was preparing himself for Jisralna's was likely to be much more timid if she had one at all.
"We're all in this t'gether, the way I see it. An' yer tryin' t'make it so that ain't so. That don't sit well with me." He set one hand on his belt, hooking his thumb. Blue eyes scanned the crowd, doing his tipsy best to make note of who was still watching the engagement and who had already moved on. This was supposed to be a happy celebration. so much for that! At least he'd gotten in a few drinks before he'd decided to start shit.
Olemuth had remained, primarily, calm after his initial outburst. As soon as Xyrieth had spoken he let loose another roar. He was quiet by nature, content to let others lead when he did not... But his rider was taking a stand. He unfurled his wings and waggled his head, eyes swirling red. Perhaps B'run had finally decided to act like a bronzerider. He had shitty timing.
Might be a good idea.
Not yet, love. Not yet.
Escape was still an option, if S'kef decided to bring back the lash. Frankly, the idea of being whipped scared B'run more than the idea of all these eyes on him. Olemuth huffed air from his nostrils while B'run stood calmly, muscles tense and ready.