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27.Nov.16, 01:06 AM
Waking up early was something B’jin didn’t particularly enjoy, so waking up at 4.30 in the morning, before the first ray of sunshine was anywhere near the horizon, was asking a lot of the greenrider. It wasn’t that anyone expected him to be up at that hour – quite the opposite, in fact, for the greenrider had no Weyrlings to babysit and his own dragon was fast asleep where she was curled up with Ayyonth. B’jin, not wanting to wake up R’nd, had rolled out of bed and paced around the bluerider’s weyr on bare feet, unsure why he felt like his skin was crawling, making him feel antsy and out of sorts.
Dressing silently, B’jin made his way down to the kitchens in the hopes that there would be something warm there to fill his belly with, a plan that worked until he got within distance of the kitchens, and the smell made his belly roll and tumble, leaving the greenrider feeling suddenly queasy. B’jin grimaced, uncomfortable, and turned tail to make his way back to the weyr he shared with R’nd. He re-entered, and closed the door as quietly as he could. Frustrated and uncomfortable, B’jin ran his hands through his hair (which was getting quite shaggy) and paced around the main living area of the weyr, his movements quiet but jerky with agitation.
A low rumble, and a jaw cracking yawn was followed by the sensation of Larrikith’s conscious mind mixing with his own, and B’jin felt his shoulders relax slightly as he made his way out into the awning where the dragons were settled, smiling tiredly at the green dragon who crooned a gentle greeting to him in return. Striding up to her, B’jin caressed her eyeridge gently, leaning against the side of her face as he cuddled with the dragon. Inspired by the moment, B’jin left Larrikith to fetch one of the buckets of oil kept on the other side of the awning, lugging it back towards the green who had crept far enough away from Ayyonth to be easily accessed by B’jin.
The greenrider stripped off all but his pants, and dropped the large rag he used to oil Larrikith with in the bucket, before slopping it against her side. The scent of lavender quickly filled the weyr, with the oil dripping everywhere and B’jin soaked in the stuff to his elbows, stains soaking into his pants as he shuffled around Larrikith in an effort to maintain her hide. With the heady scent of lavender causing him to relax, B’jin didn’t notice the way Larrikith was glowing brighter with each passing moment; he didn’t notice when Ayyonth woke up and began to leer at his green; he didn’t notice the way she began to preen and rumble to herself.
And then he couldn’t help but notice as Larrikith reared up, filling the awning with green; she hissed at Ayyonth before throwing herself out the opening and dropping through the sky, a screech of challenge echoing through the cool morning air. B’jin stood on the ledge, dripping oil and staring after his dragon in surprise ebfore the lust began to flow through his veins, filling him with the same wonton need as his dragon, and B’jin turned towards the archway that lead into the weyr, staring lustily at R’nd as he made his way towards the bluerider, not even considering that any other dragon would dare to win Larrikith.
@Insulting Truths
Dressing silently, B’jin made his way down to the kitchens in the hopes that there would be something warm there to fill his belly with, a plan that worked until he got within distance of the kitchens, and the smell made his belly roll and tumble, leaving the greenrider feeling suddenly queasy. B’jin grimaced, uncomfortable, and turned tail to make his way back to the weyr he shared with R’nd. He re-entered, and closed the door as quietly as he could. Frustrated and uncomfortable, B’jin ran his hands through his hair (which was getting quite shaggy) and paced around the main living area of the weyr, his movements quiet but jerky with agitation.
A low rumble, and a jaw cracking yawn was followed by the sensation of Larrikith’s conscious mind mixing with his own, and B’jin felt his shoulders relax slightly as he made his way out into the awning where the dragons were settled, smiling tiredly at the green dragon who crooned a gentle greeting to him in return. Striding up to her, B’jin caressed her eyeridge gently, leaning against the side of her face as he cuddled with the dragon. Inspired by the moment, B’jin left Larrikith to fetch one of the buckets of oil kept on the other side of the awning, lugging it back towards the green who had crept far enough away from Ayyonth to be easily accessed by B’jin.
The greenrider stripped off all but his pants, and dropped the large rag he used to oil Larrikith with in the bucket, before slopping it against her side. The scent of lavender quickly filled the weyr, with the oil dripping everywhere and B’jin soaked in the stuff to his elbows, stains soaking into his pants as he shuffled around Larrikith in an effort to maintain her hide. With the heady scent of lavender causing him to relax, B’jin didn’t notice the way Larrikith was glowing brighter with each passing moment; he didn’t notice when Ayyonth woke up and began to leer at his green; he didn’t notice the way she began to preen and rumble to herself.
And then he couldn’t help but notice as Larrikith reared up, filling the awning with green; she hissed at Ayyonth before throwing herself out the opening and dropping through the sky, a screech of challenge echoing through the cool morning air. B’jin stood on the ledge, dripping oil and staring after his dragon in surprise ebfore the lust began to flow through his veins, filling him with the same wonton need as his dragon, and B’jin turned towards the archway that lead into the weyr, staring lustily at R’nd as he made his way towards the bluerider, not even considering that any other dragon would dare to win Larrikith.
@Insulting Truths
