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08.Nov.13, 05:10 AM
J’ver didn’t scream or even grunt when the kick to his ribs came. It hurt but the wind had been knocked out of him from the shoves against the wall and to the ground and a boot to the chest certainly didn’t change any of that. He tried to gasp as one hand bravely inched towards his ribs in the belief that it not only would help ease the pain if he could touch them but that it would even be allowed. When the nape of his neck was grabbed, J’ver froze, believing that was the answer to what he was doing and gave up on checking the damage or easing any pain.
Not like the pain would let up that night even if he had a healing touch.
While he was most certainly afraid for his life right then, J’ver still had the time to form a rebuttal in his defence for what he had – or hadn’t – done. It wouldn’t have changed anything if he informed on B’jin right away. D’ren would still have to lose some of his power and hold over the population and Tsuen would have to continue her descent into madness. Of course all that waiting also meant more time for them to fine tune plans and prepare but in the end, they would still be at the same point as they were right then. None of that was said to S’kef, though. It wouldn’t have been heard even if J’ver believed he could speak clearly in the moment.
“You will do,” he wheezed on the simple word and took a painful deep breath in an attempt to relieve the burning sensation in his lungs, “with me whatever you please, as you always do.” There would be plenty more beatings to come, he was confident in that but at the end of it all, S’kef would tend to him. J’ver knew their routine well and while he would learn from his mistakes as he always did, he also knew that being beaten up was the best thing to come of S’kef’s anger. If the brownrider was truly mad then he would walk away and never return. J’ver would not become a simple greenrider anymore but a rejected greenrider that even the likes of B’jin and Ravana would look down on.
That was truly a fate worse than what he was currently stuck in the middle of, though Rilaleeyth’s whimpering and anguished cries – the latter of which only audible in J’ver’s mind – clearly pointed out her differing views on the matter. J’ver could only hope Tyrrisath continued to uphold his end of the promise and keep the precious green safe and calm. J’ver was normally much better at blocking her but his mind was slightly uncontrolled from the events he had set into motion and the abuse he was receiving. Although he supposed he was still doing a wonderful job considering Rilaleeyth wasn’t doing much more than whimper and tremble.
Not like the pain would let up that night even if he had a healing touch.
While he was most certainly afraid for his life right then, J’ver still had the time to form a rebuttal in his defence for what he had – or hadn’t – done. It wouldn’t have changed anything if he informed on B’jin right away. D’ren would still have to lose some of his power and hold over the population and Tsuen would have to continue her descent into madness. Of course all that waiting also meant more time for them to fine tune plans and prepare but in the end, they would still be at the same point as they were right then. None of that was said to S’kef, though. It wouldn’t have been heard even if J’ver believed he could speak clearly in the moment.
“You will do,” he wheezed on the simple word and took a painful deep breath in an attempt to relieve the burning sensation in his lungs, “with me whatever you please, as you always do.” There would be plenty more beatings to come, he was confident in that but at the end of it all, S’kef would tend to him. J’ver knew their routine well and while he would learn from his mistakes as he always did, he also knew that being beaten up was the best thing to come of S’kef’s anger. If the brownrider was truly mad then he would walk away and never return. J’ver would not become a simple greenrider anymore but a rejected greenrider that even the likes of B’jin and Ravana would look down on.
That was truly a fate worse than what he was currently stuck in the middle of, though Rilaleeyth’s whimpering and anguished cries – the latter of which only audible in J’ver’s mind – clearly pointed out her differing views on the matter. J’ver could only hope Tyrrisath continued to uphold his end of the promise and keep the precious green safe and calm. J’ver was normally much better at blocking her but his mind was slightly uncontrolled from the events he had set into motion and the abuse he was receiving. Although he supposed he was still doing a wonderful job considering Rilaleeyth wasn’t doing much more than whimper and tremble.
