11.Jan.13, 01:50 PM
A'liran blinked. Okay, so he'd been called out. No big deal, right? Well, it wasn't a big deal, but it was awfully unusual. Shouldn't there be some sort of drama by now? Shouldn't that bronzerider be groping him or hitting him, or at least threatening him? What was his angle? Was he waiting for A'liran to turn his back or show some sort of weakness? Was he sizing him up some more before going in for the kill? Creating a false sense of security?
Well, it appeared not. By the time A'liran had finished going through all the possibilities in his head, the bronzerider had scolded him a second time. The greenrider was, in spite of himself, almost insulted. Not his type? Is there something wrong with me? he thought incredulously. Astoreth huffed in the back of his mind and prodded him, reminding him that vocal complaint would essentially translate to 'asking for it'. That wouldn't be so unusual, though. Ali often landed himself in bad situations using nothing but his own mouth. If he suspected there was a fight to be had, he enjoyed getting in the first blow.
It seemed as if B'run had cut his enthusiasm, though. A'liran instinctively looked away. Damn bronzerider, telling him what to do! "I didn't say you were," A'liran sassed lightly, not so much a challenge as a grasp for the remainder of his pride. He didn't like looking vulnerable in front of bronzeriders, but this one seemed content to just...float around and mostly ignore him, aside from telling him not to stare.
How weird. A'liran wasn't sure if he liked it or not. He was used to villains and crusaders, not indifference. He frowned a little. He didn't like things that didn't make sense!
I suppose it's just a good morning all around Astoreth said, crooning softly at the bronze dragon's nose on her neck. He was so big and strong, and friendly too! Astoreth would have liked to fly with more bronzes, but rarely were they swift enough to snatch her before a blue did. But flights were not dominant in her mind at the time. It was a passing thought, but for now she preferred the company for company's sake.
On the shore, A'liran rose to his feet and kicked his shoes off. It was too sharding hot, and some part of him was curious to see if this bronzerider really was as...gentle? No, indifferent. Was he really as indifferent as he seemed? He wriggled out of his pants, stripping down to only his undergarments, and waded out into the water.
I'm comin' for you, baby girl
Astoreth knew it was partial truth, partial showing off, but she didn't let on. She crooned softly and angled her head towards him. Farewell she said, allowing her thoughts to leak towards Olemuth as well, and slowly sank under the water.
Well, it appeared not. By the time A'liran had finished going through all the possibilities in his head, the bronzerider had scolded him a second time. The greenrider was, in spite of himself, almost insulted. Not his type? Is there something wrong with me? he thought incredulously. Astoreth huffed in the back of his mind and prodded him, reminding him that vocal complaint would essentially translate to 'asking for it'. That wouldn't be so unusual, though. Ali often landed himself in bad situations using nothing but his own mouth. If he suspected there was a fight to be had, he enjoyed getting in the first blow.
It seemed as if B'run had cut his enthusiasm, though. A'liran instinctively looked away. Damn bronzerider, telling him what to do! "I didn't say you were," A'liran sassed lightly, not so much a challenge as a grasp for the remainder of his pride. He didn't like looking vulnerable in front of bronzeriders, but this one seemed content to just...float around and mostly ignore him, aside from telling him not to stare.
How weird. A'liran wasn't sure if he liked it or not. He was used to villains and crusaders, not indifference. He frowned a little. He didn't like things that didn't make sense!
I suppose it's just a good morning all around Astoreth said, crooning softly at the bronze dragon's nose on her neck. He was so big and strong, and friendly too! Astoreth would have liked to fly with more bronzes, but rarely were they swift enough to snatch her before a blue did. But flights were not dominant in her mind at the time. It was a passing thought, but for now she preferred the company for company's sake.
On the shore, A'liran rose to his feet and kicked his shoes off. It was too sharding hot, and some part of him was curious to see if this bronzerider really was as...gentle? No, indifferent. Was he really as indifferent as he seemed? He wriggled out of his pants, stripping down to only his undergarments, and waded out into the water.
I'm comin' for you, baby girl
Astoreth knew it was partial truth, partial showing off, but she didn't let on. She crooned softly and angled her head towards him. Farewell she said, allowing her thoughts to leak towards Olemuth as well, and slowly sank under the water.