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20.Apr.13, 06:05 PM
B'run watched the events unfold like a dragon stalking a wherry.
He kept his distance, lurking near the back of the crowd, though spotting the shirtless man with a back like a plowed field wasn't difficult. He was tall enough to stand out, thin enough to raise worry and battered enough to keep people at arm's length. His hair was pulled back in a neat knot and his pants looked freshly washed. He'd cleaned up, in a way, though it didn't help him look any more welcoming. Olemuth loomed near the other dragons, making his presence known but being far quieter than the last time the pair had been in public together.
B'run's fair of fire lizards swooped and darted around him. Only the gold, Lovely, had the gall to rest on his shoulders, wrapping around his neck gently and being careful not to dig her claws into his bare flesh. The others soared overhead, occasionally dropping down to search the crowd for people they knew. Darting back, they'd quietly relay the images of the people they'd found. A'liran was a repeated one, but they all knew and adored the greenrider for which one of them was named.
When voices rose up, he shifted his attention to those crying out, frowning at A'liran and letting the crowd move around him as he fell farther back, summoning his fair to him. He drifted back, away from the crowd and watched as their attention shifted from person to person. He kept quiet, frown deepening. He didn't approve of this. He didn't approve of the attack on D'ren, either, but life was life. It shouldn't be squandered. Especially the life of a dragon.
B'run's gaze shifted to Tsuen as she cried for the man's blood. On one hand, he could understand it. It was human nature to want revenge. To want a punishment for something considered wrong. His back stung, a quiet reminder that he'd been punished for standing up against what he felt was wrong. His scowl grew more obvious but, fortunately, the people that saw him would likely chalk it up to his normal expression.
Some part of him wanted to go to Tsuen and calm the woman. He was a bronzerider, he had some level of responsibility to offer comfort to goldriders, to protect them. But he stood where he was, eyes moving over the crowd again. If someone wanted him to, he'd move. Until then the rest of the damned population could move around him.
Mostly he stood still and quiet. He didn't intend to speak up, he had other plans, other things to worry over. Stopping an execution wasn't one of them. This man would not have been an ally anyway, and if B'run did succeed in saving his life it would do no good for he wouldn't be trusted and would be watched like a hawk, not that B'run wasn't already.
No, stepping up would accomplish nothing. So, he stayed put, stayed quiet and kept his head down for the time being.
He kept his distance, lurking near the back of the crowd, though spotting the shirtless man with a back like a plowed field wasn't difficult. He was tall enough to stand out, thin enough to raise worry and battered enough to keep people at arm's length. His hair was pulled back in a neat knot and his pants looked freshly washed. He'd cleaned up, in a way, though it didn't help him look any more welcoming. Olemuth loomed near the other dragons, making his presence known but being far quieter than the last time the pair had been in public together.
B'run's fair of fire lizards swooped and darted around him. Only the gold, Lovely, had the gall to rest on his shoulders, wrapping around his neck gently and being careful not to dig her claws into his bare flesh. The others soared overhead, occasionally dropping down to search the crowd for people they knew. Darting back, they'd quietly relay the images of the people they'd found. A'liran was a repeated one, but they all knew and adored the greenrider for which one of them was named.
When voices rose up, he shifted his attention to those crying out, frowning at A'liran and letting the crowd move around him as he fell farther back, summoning his fair to him. He drifted back, away from the crowd and watched as their attention shifted from person to person. He kept quiet, frown deepening. He didn't approve of this. He didn't approve of the attack on D'ren, either, but life was life. It shouldn't be squandered. Especially the life of a dragon.
B'run's gaze shifted to Tsuen as she cried for the man's blood. On one hand, he could understand it. It was human nature to want revenge. To want a punishment for something considered wrong. His back stung, a quiet reminder that he'd been punished for standing up against what he felt was wrong. His scowl grew more obvious but, fortunately, the people that saw him would likely chalk it up to his normal expression.
Some part of him wanted to go to Tsuen and calm the woman. He was a bronzerider, he had some level of responsibility to offer comfort to goldriders, to protect them. But he stood where he was, eyes moving over the crowd again. If someone wanted him to, he'd move. Until then the rest of the damned population could move around him.
Mostly he stood still and quiet. He didn't intend to speak up, he had other plans, other things to worry over. Stopping an execution wasn't one of them. This man would not have been an ally anyway, and if B'run did succeed in saving his life it would do no good for he wouldn't be trusted and would be watched like a hawk, not that B'run wasn't already.
No, stepping up would accomplish nothing. So, he stayed put, stayed quiet and kept his head down for the time being.
