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10.Nov.12, 05:03 AM
J’ver had made a beeline for his hut the moment R’nya dismissed the practice. He knew Rilaleeyth would go for her ledge and he allowed her without getting a ride home first. The poor dear was devastated by what she had seen with the way the brown monster had flirted with the mossy green whore and how anxious he was to chase. Rilaleeyth deserved so much better! J’ver was tempted to find that better dragon for her but none of their bonded would ever understand him as well as S’kef did. And wasn’t that an entirely new problem.
The brownrider didn’t seem too interested in grounding Tyrrisath. Oh no, of course he wouldn’t. Precious B’jin was on the market! No one could get in the way of that glorious union, could they? Turned out that was true. No one else could handle Tyrrisath’s cheating and R’nd’s blue didn’t even bother taking to the sky! The way the bluerider had been restrained and his freaking out after the win would have been amusing any other day, if J’ver had been in any other mood than murderous. R’nd would have been a good target for his wrath since it was partially his fault for S’kef winning the dirty green whore.
But he wasn’t the actual man he was furious with and it wouldn’t do any good in the end.
Wasn’t he S’kef’s mate now? Why did he still chase others and seem so invested and interested particularly in B’jin? J’ver felt suddenly that Rilaleeyth and he were to blame. His dear girl only rose twice a turn, hardly enough to sate the needs of a monster, even if he was eyeing golds now. It was almost fascinating to J’ver how he was fine with S’kef being involved with those weaklings since their dragons could bring about power and help their climb to the top once more. But another green? That was uncalled for! He was S’kef’s greenrider and S’kef was his brownrider. Apparently he was the only one that thought that way.
His hut was always well-maintained with nothing out of place but during that flight, everything was polished and scrubbed and his hut shined more than any gold about to rise. Something had been needed to pass the time and sulking like a child – or R’nd, his cranky and catty side offered – was not on the list of things he would allow himself. It wouldn’t accomplish anything though cleaning really didn’t do much other than assure his home would remain up to standards.
When S’kef came waltzing in like he always did and sounded like it was just another day with the usual happenings of their lives, J’ver was in his bedroom checking the bonds the brownrider often had him in. Suddenly, he wanted to destroy every piece as his mind wandered down the dark path of wondering if S’kef had held B’jin down or improvised with belts and cloth to bind the whore. He refrained, knowing such an outburst was beneath him. Instead he took a long calming breath and walked out into the living area, carrying one of the whips his body knew well. “Did you bathe?” J’ver questioned as way of greeting and let his gaze drop to the whip to inspect that it wasn’t carrying a single speck of dust before running a cloth over it anyway.
Rilaleeyth was still in her own confused state. She loved that Tyrrisath had sought her out immediately after, showing he got what he needed from Larrikith but that particular green could never fulfill all of his desires like she could. But he had still chased her. She knew from J’ver’s memories that Aveleth and Zeianth had won her in the recent past and that seemed okay with him but it wasn’t okay when another green was flown by their brown warriors.
She probably wasn’t good enough for Tyrrisath after all. It was only natural he was drawn to a louder personality and a dragon that everyone seemed to adore with a rider people didn’t go out of their way to avoid. That belief had been held onto up until Tyrrisath returned from bringing S’kef to J’ver. The gentle croon, the sweet lick to her nose, and, most influential of it all, the fear her strong brown had over the state of their relationship brushed all her own fears away. I am sorry I ever doubted you, Tyrrisath, she spoke softer than she normally did, nervous about speaking when she had been silent since Larrikith took to the sky and Tyrrisath forgot all about her. But he remembered her now and worried. She felt horrible for making him worry.
The brownrider didn’t seem too interested in grounding Tyrrisath. Oh no, of course he wouldn’t. Precious B’jin was on the market! No one could get in the way of that glorious union, could they? Turned out that was true. No one else could handle Tyrrisath’s cheating and R’nd’s blue didn’t even bother taking to the sky! The way the bluerider had been restrained and his freaking out after the win would have been amusing any other day, if J’ver had been in any other mood than murderous. R’nd would have been a good target for his wrath since it was partially his fault for S’kef winning the dirty green whore.
But he wasn’t the actual man he was furious with and it wouldn’t do any good in the end.
Wasn’t he S’kef’s mate now? Why did he still chase others and seem so invested and interested particularly in B’jin? J’ver felt suddenly that Rilaleeyth and he were to blame. His dear girl only rose twice a turn, hardly enough to sate the needs of a monster, even if he was eyeing golds now. It was almost fascinating to J’ver how he was fine with S’kef being involved with those weaklings since their dragons could bring about power and help their climb to the top once more. But another green? That was uncalled for! He was S’kef’s greenrider and S’kef was his brownrider. Apparently he was the only one that thought that way.
His hut was always well-maintained with nothing out of place but during that flight, everything was polished and scrubbed and his hut shined more than any gold about to rise. Something had been needed to pass the time and sulking like a child – or R’nd, his cranky and catty side offered – was not on the list of things he would allow himself. It wouldn’t accomplish anything though cleaning really didn’t do much other than assure his home would remain up to standards.
When S’kef came waltzing in like he always did and sounded like it was just another day with the usual happenings of their lives, J’ver was in his bedroom checking the bonds the brownrider often had him in. Suddenly, he wanted to destroy every piece as his mind wandered down the dark path of wondering if S’kef had held B’jin down or improvised with belts and cloth to bind the whore. He refrained, knowing such an outburst was beneath him. Instead he took a long calming breath and walked out into the living area, carrying one of the whips his body knew well. “Did you bathe?” J’ver questioned as way of greeting and let his gaze drop to the whip to inspect that it wasn’t carrying a single speck of dust before running a cloth over it anyway.
Rilaleeyth was still in her own confused state. She loved that Tyrrisath had sought her out immediately after, showing he got what he needed from Larrikith but that particular green could never fulfill all of his desires like she could. But he had still chased her. She knew from J’ver’s memories that Aveleth and Zeianth had won her in the recent past and that seemed okay with him but it wasn’t okay when another green was flown by their brown warriors.
She probably wasn’t good enough for Tyrrisath after all. It was only natural he was drawn to a louder personality and a dragon that everyone seemed to adore with a rider people didn’t go out of their way to avoid. That belief had been held onto up until Tyrrisath returned from bringing S’kef to J’ver. The gentle croon, the sweet lick to her nose, and, most influential of it all, the fear her strong brown had over the state of their relationship brushed all her own fears away. I am sorry I ever doubted you, Tyrrisath, she spoke softer than she normally did, nervous about speaking when she had been silent since Larrikith took to the sky and Tyrrisath forgot all about her. But he remembered her now and worried. She felt horrible for making him worry.
