18.Nov.12, 02:21 AM
Aveleth shrank back with a whimper, eyes wide open and swirling his distress as his mate suddenly came to life, shrieking at Z'ia, shrieking at him! Whimpering again, Aveleth shrank in on himself, curling up timidly and using his wings as a shield, covering his head. Z'ia! His voice was soft, barely audible especially under the unending screaming of the green. But Z'ia heard him; Z'ia always heard him. Aveleth clung mentally to his rider, terrified by the outrage and vicious fuss the green was making.
Z'ia flexed his fingers, watching as A'liran responded to the sudden attack, green eyes sparkling with amused curiosity. It was always interesting to see the play of response on the other rider's expression, in his actions. He was so open in his responses! Z'ia smiled charmingly; his expression disrupted by a yelp of surprise when A'liran threw himself at him, though it, too, soon altered. Laughter rippled from Z'ia's lips, pure and carefree in his delight.
The little bluerider had never managed to make A'liran explode so beautifully, and he laughed gleefully, delighting in the response as he grappled with the greenrider. Z'ia made no effort to fight back, instead he concentrated on voicing chiding remarks and blocking the blows the greenrider lashed out at him with, words regularly broken up by his gleeful giggling. Those attacks by A'liran that struck home, were greeted with a grunt, or a hiss. His smirk never left its home on his lips, however, even when Astoreth started shrieking in his head to leave her rider alone.
Z'ia would have taken that moment to inform her that he was the one getting beat upon, not A'liran -- but then she started in on Aveleth, and Z'ia saw red. Right hand shooting out, Z'ia's fingers closed sharp and hard around A'liran's neck. "Make her back off."
Z'ia flexed his fingers, watching as A'liran responded to the sudden attack, green eyes sparkling with amused curiosity. It was always interesting to see the play of response on the other rider's expression, in his actions. He was so open in his responses! Z'ia smiled charmingly; his expression disrupted by a yelp of surprise when A'liran threw himself at him, though it, too, soon altered. Laughter rippled from Z'ia's lips, pure and carefree in his delight.
The little bluerider had never managed to make A'liran explode so beautifully, and he laughed gleefully, delighting in the response as he grappled with the greenrider. Z'ia made no effort to fight back, instead he concentrated on voicing chiding remarks and blocking the blows the greenrider lashed out at him with, words regularly broken up by his gleeful giggling. Those attacks by A'liran that struck home, were greeted with a grunt, or a hiss. His smirk never left its home on his lips, however, even when Astoreth started shrieking in his head to leave her rider alone.
Z'ia would have taken that moment to inform her that he was the one getting beat upon, not A'liran -- but then she started in on Aveleth, and Z'ia saw red. Right hand shooting out, Z'ia's fingers closed sharp and hard around A'liran's neck. "Make her back off."
Unless stated otherwise, Aveleth never speaks to anyone but Z'ia