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25.Apr.18, 04:32 AM
He'd come to visit a friend, one he had not seen since they had returned north. He did not often find himself in Telgar, generally, he stayed in Ista and kept to himself, continuing his legacy of grumpy old Bronzerider. You are not half as grumpy as you like others to think. 'Says you.', he responded in a bored tone that was ignored. In truth the bronze was right, he really wasn't as grumpy as he let people believe he was. That did not mean he was a pushover, but he did have a kindness that he reserved for those who deserved it.
Regardless, grumpy or not, his visit had drawn to an end and he was making his way through the weyr to leave, although he planned to visit the kitchen for a small bite to eat before heading back to Ista. He was nearly to the kitchen when he first felt Torath's interest peaking suddenly and severely which caused him to stop dead in his tracks. He didn't like when his dragon got that interested in something that quickly. 'Torath?', he questioned, curious but wary as well. There were few things that captivated his dragon like that, and not all of them he liked.
It was a long time before he was responded to, and by that time he felt it. It curled in his belly, slowly at first, then quickly spread to every nerve in his body and N'kal audibly groaned with the weight of it.She rises like the sun. , Torath said, more to himself than his rider as he shifted his weight, readying himself to drop from an empty weyr ledge, wings poised for the first strong pull he would need to pull his bulk into the air. 'Who?', he asked gruffly, glad he didn't have to ask out loud as his dragons lust threatened to consume him. Damn his dragon and his own ill-timed visit. He should have made sure no one was set to fly before coming. He received no answer from the bronze, only an image of Okalinath blooding a kill. His own interest peaked at that, memories of Katila flights and awkward mornings flashing through his mind, and in turn to Torath's.
He remembered! She was his! His sweet, beautiful Okalinath!She will be mine again! And with that, the great bronze roared a responding challenge to the gold, and issued a raging snarl to the other males, as she took to the air, strong wings pulled him into the air after dropping from his borrowed ledge. As big as he was and as old as he may have seemed to some, his wings were strong and he made it known as he pulled himself into the air, rising quickly in the ranks of suitors. There were many of them, but none so good as he in his mind. None who deserved to touch the sun more than he. Below, his rider was rocked by the force of the dragon's lust and as he climbed higher in the sky after his golden sun, his rider moved through the halls of the weyr to find the tiny woman he knew just well enough that he would not complain if Torath managed to catch the gold again. He would have preferred a more formal reunion, but this would have to do for now.
Regardless, grumpy or not, his visit had drawn to an end and he was making his way through the weyr to leave, although he planned to visit the kitchen for a small bite to eat before heading back to Ista. He was nearly to the kitchen when he first felt Torath's interest peaking suddenly and severely which caused him to stop dead in his tracks. He didn't like when his dragon got that interested in something that quickly. 'Torath?', he questioned, curious but wary as well. There were few things that captivated his dragon like that, and not all of them he liked.
It was a long time before he was responded to, and by that time he felt it. It curled in his belly, slowly at first, then quickly spread to every nerve in his body and N'kal audibly groaned with the weight of it.
He remembered! She was his! His sweet, beautiful Okalinath!
