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17.Aug.12, 12:05 AM
N'gelt watched with a small glare on his face as Sanderon was brought to the platform. He had heard of his... antics before and came prepared knowing how he would most likely behave. His struggles did nothing to improve N'gelt's opinion of him, only worsening it. Only a pathetic stolen bitch would try to kick and fight his way out of a punishment. It was, annoyingly, something N'gelt was able to compliment B'jin on. He had walked up, knelt and taken his punishment how it should be taken; willingly. He wouldn't go so far as to say he had taken it like a man, no, he still rode a filthy Green whore after all. But he had taken it the right way, none of this inept struggling crap.
The men holding Sanderon had been hand-picked by N'gelt. One was G'rem, the tallest man in the Weyr who for once, came without his stick. The other was a Brownrider who could almost rival G'rem for tallest. N'gelt hated that there were taller and bigger men than he, but he at least had the sense to use them to his advantage. They towered over Sanderon, almost a clear foot taller than him.
When Sanderon spat and kicked out at N'gelt he was ready. He quickly turned to avoid the spit and only took the very tip of the kick on his hip. Pale eyes narrowed he dropped the coils of the whip and stepped forward, cracking it warningly. It came dangerously close to grazing Sanderon's flailing legs, whether it was a missed attempt to score an additional lash or truly intended as a warning was impossible to tell; N'gelt looked furious enough to be either.
He watched smuggly as a second Brownrider appeared to help tie Sanderon up. "Make sure he can't slip them." N'gelt grunted lowly, sadistic happiness lighting up his eyes as the ropes were dutifully tightened and bit into the northerner's skin as he struggled. He let out a hiss of breath as one of Sanderon's kicks connected loudly to the second Brownrider's knee, there would be extra penalties for assualting a rider. Dismissing the three riders with a small flick of his whip-holding hand he turned to see if Tsuen had arrived. Spotting the Weyrwoman he nodded curteously to her, turning back to Sanderon when she nodded to go ahead.
Facing the audience he took in a deep breath, ready to address the audience, but he was interrupted. By a woman, no less. He crossed his arms, sinking his weight onto one foot and let her speak, even listening to her contemptuous words. It was a feat in itself that he was listening to a woman, no less one that was being the most childish idiot on the planet.
When Jada spoke up he restrained the urge to roll his eyes. Here we go. Little miss "gotta defend the women". What came out of her mouth surprised him though; a defense of the surviving riders? The contempt left his face as she continued to speak. When she finished he gave her a curt nod, perhaps this foolish little wherry and her grumpy lump of metal would shape up to be something semi-useful amongst the dragonriders. He shot a glare out towards where the woman's voice who shouted at Jada came from, uncrossing his arms and stepping forward.
"Put away your petty speeches, little girl, and listen up." He spat at Lymsleia. "You would do well to listen to your superior." N'gelt hated saying such positive things about a woman. At least for the time being he was still Jada's superior, but who knew what would happen in the future.
"As punishment for repeated attempts to escape the Weyr, Sanderon is to be subjected to a public lashing." His voice now boomed across the Gather Square, which had fallen relatively silent, only the softest murmurs between neighbours could be heard. "He is to receive seven back lashes." He strode over to Sanderon, grabbing his shirt by the collar and yanking down with all his strength, ripping the shirt from his back. Walking over to Tsuen he dropped the tattered piece of fabric beside her, muttering something in her ear. She paused in thought before nodding, whispering something back.
N'gelt walked back to Sanderon. "For the attempted and successful assault of three riders, he will also receive an additional three lashes." The crowd's murmuring increased, while it wasn't the twenty B'jin had received, ten under N'gelt's hand could be considered just as awful. Hell. One under either S'kef or N'gelt's hand would be more than enough for many Weyr members. N'gelt cracked the whip warningly as he moved to stand behind Sanderon, glaring at the smooth skin he would soon be marring.
The men holding Sanderon had been hand-picked by N'gelt. One was G'rem, the tallest man in the Weyr who for once, came without his stick. The other was a Brownrider who could almost rival G'rem for tallest. N'gelt hated that there were taller and bigger men than he, but he at least had the sense to use them to his advantage. They towered over Sanderon, almost a clear foot taller than him.
When Sanderon spat and kicked out at N'gelt he was ready. He quickly turned to avoid the spit and only took the very tip of the kick on his hip. Pale eyes narrowed he dropped the coils of the whip and stepped forward, cracking it warningly. It came dangerously close to grazing Sanderon's flailing legs, whether it was a missed attempt to score an additional lash or truly intended as a warning was impossible to tell; N'gelt looked furious enough to be either.
He watched smuggly as a second Brownrider appeared to help tie Sanderon up. "Make sure he can't slip them." N'gelt grunted lowly, sadistic happiness lighting up his eyes as the ropes were dutifully tightened and bit into the northerner's skin as he struggled. He let out a hiss of breath as one of Sanderon's kicks connected loudly to the second Brownrider's knee, there would be extra penalties for assualting a rider. Dismissing the three riders with a small flick of his whip-holding hand he turned to see if Tsuen had arrived. Spotting the Weyrwoman he nodded curteously to her, turning back to Sanderon when she nodded to go ahead.
Facing the audience he took in a deep breath, ready to address the audience, but he was interrupted. By a woman, no less. He crossed his arms, sinking his weight onto one foot and let her speak, even listening to her contemptuous words. It was a feat in itself that he was listening to a woman, no less one that was being the most childish idiot on the planet.
When Jada spoke up he restrained the urge to roll his eyes. Here we go. Little miss "gotta defend the women". What came out of her mouth surprised him though; a defense of the surviving riders? The contempt left his face as she continued to speak. When she finished he gave her a curt nod, perhaps this foolish little wherry and her grumpy lump of metal would shape up to be something semi-useful amongst the dragonriders. He shot a glare out towards where the woman's voice who shouted at Jada came from, uncrossing his arms and stepping forward.
"Put away your petty speeches, little girl, and listen up." He spat at Lymsleia. "You would do well to listen to your superior." N'gelt hated saying such positive things about a woman. At least for the time being he was still Jada's superior, but who knew what would happen in the future.
"As punishment for repeated attempts to escape the Weyr, Sanderon is to be subjected to a public lashing." His voice now boomed across the Gather Square, which had fallen relatively silent, only the softest murmurs between neighbours could be heard. "He is to receive seven back lashes." He strode over to Sanderon, grabbing his shirt by the collar and yanking down with all his strength, ripping the shirt from his back. Walking over to Tsuen he dropped the tattered piece of fabric beside her, muttering something in her ear. She paused in thought before nodding, whispering something back.
N'gelt walked back to Sanderon. "For the attempted and successful assault of three riders, he will also receive an additional three lashes." The crowd's murmuring increased, while it wasn't the twenty B'jin had received, ten under N'gelt's hand could be considered just as awful. Hell. One under either S'kef or N'gelt's hand would be more than enough for many Weyr members. N'gelt cracked the whip warningly as he moved to stand behind Sanderon, glaring at the smooth skin he would soon be marring.
