Sticks and Stones [M] (All welcome)

Ever since the announcement had spread three days ago that a lashing would be issued in the gather square, N'gelt had been stalking it constantly. He had surveyed the area thoroughly, choosing the most suitable areas for a lashing to be held. His loitering was pointless, but he was relishing in the thought of that filthy Greenrider pet of the Weyrleader's finally getting what he was owed. When they day did finally arrive, N'gelt had been one of the first to arrive, taking careful note of who was doing what. It took every ounce of his control not to strut about and order others about, after all, D'ren had made it clear that he was to remain anonymous amongst the crowd. He wasn't sure how many other riders the Weyrleader had asked to secretly maintain the crowd, though he suspected there would be a fair few given that a lashing hadn't happened in over fifteen turns.

Once the crowd had gathered N'gelt kept his eyes peeled for familiar faces. It didn't take long for him to find S'kef, fondling his new whip. Envy rippled through his body, not only did S'kef have the job he so desired to have - Weyrsecond - he got to lash an insolent Greenrider. He gave the fellow Brownrider a nod, even with his envy of him N'gelt held some respect for him. He seemed to have his ideals in the right place, although his reverence for Bronzeriders was a little distasteful.

D'ren appeared shortly after, to whom N'gelt gave a rather curt nod, if only to keep himself in the Bronzerider's good graces. It wasn't long until he saw I'shan's face floating through the crowd, to which he was somewhat surprised. It was well established by now that I'shan hated all forms of violence, why he would turn up to a public lashing baffled N'gelt. Shrugging he made sure he caught the Bluerider's eye before looking away, making no other gestures to the man. Though it had been two months since their initial flight-lust fuelled encounter, he still wasn't admitting that they were weyrmates yet, and he had no intentions of publicly displaying his affection to I'shan.

B'jin's arrival caused a dark glaze to come over his pale eyes; the filth was here. His cold eyes followed him from his arrival via his Green through to where he stood in the cleared area before S'kef. The pleasure in the fellow Brownrider's eyes was clear and N'gelt shared every single scrap of it. The crack of the whip sent a shudder of joy through him, visible to any nearby who cast a glance to him. It wasn't the act of violence that he enjoyed, but more who it was against. N'gelt barely knew B'jin, but Saquith had supplied him with some background information which he quickly pieced together. He had always known about the Greenrider who D'ren fawned over, but never really put a face or a name to them, just an intense hatred that trumped over any other Green or Bronzerider.

Each lash elicited a deep rumbling purr from within his chest. Though B'jin and S'kef seemed horrified and pleasured by the amount, N'gelt was sorely dissatisfied. Having heard how much B'jin had gotten away with lately, N'gelt thought he needed many more, something long the lines of say… fifty. His dragon ought to get a few too! Tossing members of the Weyr about just cause some little shit decided life was too hard. N'gelt snorted, if he had found the stupid man he would have stood and watched him die. Suicide was the coward's way out, he hadn't even lost a dragon! Shaking his head he let his thoughts drift away as he watched the whip land on B'jin's bare back, barely able to contain a smug grin. Fifteen… Only five more? He gave a slight sigh and pout, it was to be over so soon.