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28/MAR Tragedy has struck again! Across all the Weyrs, multiple people - primarily dragonriders - have fallen ill after eating muffins. There have been multiple deaths, and others are in criticle condition. More information here
24/MAR Weyrwoman Ameris and her son, Rislan, poisoned! More information here
18/MAR Benden’s Weyrleader M’ris and his children have been poisoned! Resulting in sickness and death. More information here
18/MAROn 18.03.742 Bronzerider A’dris of Vyaniorth was found dead in his personal bathing pool. He appears to have drowned after drinking an excess of alcohol. Afterwards it was realized that Machiya of Gold Cameth from Telgar Weyr had disappeared. Having never arrived at her destination, it is suspected she had an accident between.
11/MAR Gold Racoth of Donmaline went between taking Bronze Beruth of T’rel with her shortly after she had been caught, due to T’rel strangling Donmaline. He did not survive. more info
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[G] [C] 734.11.13 | Something Wicked [R'nya]
1pm | R'nya

K'tir
of Brown Ghaeth

Date of Birth
07.07.701 , 43
Height
6'3
Eyes
Brown
Build
Fit
Hair
Brown, long, curly

Threads
9
Posts
88

Written By: SunsetWay
#1
As the last remnants of flight lust dwindled, K’tir took stock of everything. Not only did his back and ass hurt but so did his neck. He vaguely recalled an arm pressed against it to help pin him to the wall as a fellow loser claimed him. Not that it was needed given who it had been. He didn’t need to glance over at the man that had detangled himself a minute ago to know who it was but he still did just to enjoy the sight one more time.

Bronzerider R’nya. The gorgeous man that was as straight as they came and was loved by all the goldriders and potential golden girls. He was their protector and someone they felt safe with. If they knew his true power and passion hidden behind the blank mask like the brownrider had just learned, K’tir doubted they would see him in the same light.

The flight lust had gripped him hard during the chase and with R’nya grabbing him so quickly after, he didn’t have a chance to come down at all or acknowledge the loss and find someone of his own. When his mind started to clear near the end of the frenzied lust brought on by the young gold, K’tir was surprised to find himself coupled with R’nya and it was obvious the bronzerider was still trapped in the lust given the fact he hadn’t pulled away in distaste. Not one to ruin a good thing or one to possess the will to completely clear his mind, K’tir had continued to enjoy the time until it left him out of breath and sprawled on the floor.

It took far too much energy but finally K’tir managed to lift a hand to his face to brush away locks of damp from sweat before dropping to his side again. His body trembled still from the combination of exhaustion, release, and bliss. The only thing he still couldn’t figure out was why they were on the floor when surely there had to be a bed nearby to use instead. There was a wall to either side of him so thinking it was too much effort to sit up, K’tir tilted his head back; but instead of seeing a bed or another wall, a hallway was seen. As was someone hastily dashing into one of the many rooms that lined the hall.

He was born and raised in a Weyr so coming across such scenes after a flight had been common – K’tir could even admit to being involved in some in the past. He just never imagined it happening with the bronzerider beside him. It actually worked to his advantage, his smug side pointed out. Not only was ht the first man – to his knowledge – R’nya had slept with but they had coupled in public for all the Weyr to see.

A lazy, sated, and very pleased grin was given as K’tir glanced at the bronzerider once more.

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R'nya
of Bronze Xyreith

Date of Birth
13.09.697, 46
Height
6'
Eyes
Grey-blue
Build
Fit, athletic
Hair
Black

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26
Posts
283

Written By: ThistleProse
#2
He could feel Xyreith’s rage and disgust curling through the back of his mind, warming his blood even as it cooled after the rather unorthodox encounter he had just finished; the moment his mind had begun to clear, R’nya had detangled himself from his partner. He had watched the man, crumpled on the floor, as he settled his pants back in place and neatly retied the laces; he was both surprised and delighted that they were in fine condition still, not that such showed on his face.

By the time K’tir turned his head to peer up at him once more, R’nya was straightening his shirt. It could have been worse, of course; he could have taken the damned man to a bedroom and lost all his clothing. Though, honestly, R’nya wasn’t quite sure that the act of not losing all his clothing was any better. He had always considered himself above such actions as to randomly pick off and fuck another dragonrider post flight. He’d usually managed to find a willing female partner and an empty room. Over all, R’nya did not think Xyreith’s lust had been that strong so much as the overwhelming array of emotions – topped, finally, by frustration.

That would certainly explain it, he decided, still staring blandly down at K’tir. The brownrider had not managed to lose all his clothing, either, and though his pants had been kicked off, he still had one boot on. R’nya’s frown came into life, knitting his eyebrows just slightly, lips pursing. He had seen men in worse states, but admittedly, R’nya was fairly sure they were usually greenriders, and generally far from so smugly amused. “You look ridiculous,” he pointed out mildly, voice as bland as ever. He was beyond glad that the other goldriders were far from the Weyr, and the chance of Ameris coming out of the nearby room was minimal. Granted, she would probably think R’nya had found K’tir as he was, not created the scene himself.

Where are you? His mind reached out for his dragon, but he got no response beyond a vague indication that Xyreith was down by the lake, moping in a most uncharacteristic manner. R’nya abandoned him to his sulking, and returned his attention to K’tir. All things considered, he should have simply stepped over the man and left him there, but R’nya was reluctant to leave Ameris alone with Faranth-knew-who (since Xyreith wasn’t speaking to him), though he certainly wasn’t about to stick his nose in. Perhaps he would go and see which dragon was curled around Mizeath.

Throwing a last flat look at K’tir, R’nya turned to leave.

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K'tir
of Brown Ghaeth

Date of Birth
07.07.701 , 43
Height
6'3
Eyes
Brown
Build
Fit
Hair
Brown, long, curly

Threads
9
Posts
88

Written By: SunsetWay
#3
Finally managing to sit up, K'tir looked down st himself and ran his hands through his hair, noting how tangled it felt. He certainly had looked better than this but there had likely been a time or two where he looked worse as well so a shrug with a grin was given in reply to the comment about looking ridiculous. He wasn't a delicate little girl that ended up insulted and crying over such a remark, especially if it were true. He eyed his booted foot and then wiggled the toes of the bare one. No, R'nya was right; he looked ridiculous.

He grabbed at what looked to be his pants since there was a distinct lack of clothing lying around him. How kind of R'nya to keep his own clothes on but do away with some of his lover's. K'tir held the pants up and frowned when he saw the laces were destroyed and there was a tear in the fabric as well. He sighed but then another smirk fell into place. "Perhaps the sweet Lady Rhaedalyn csn help me mend my pants that my rough lover didn't like being in the way of his prize." He wasn't mean by nature but it was too easy to pick on the bronzerider right then given the circumstances and who he associated with.

At the sound of movement, K'tir looked from his pants to R'nya and almost laughed at how easily and without comment the bronzerider was removing himself from the situation. If he didn't continue to acknowledge it then clearly it didn't happen. Too bad he grabbed K'tir and a round of great sex had left him a bit more talkative than usual. "Leaving already and without a word of gratitude or farewell? How rude and dominant of you, R'nya. Anyway, we should do this again sometime. Maybe with a bed but I'm fine going without again if that's your kink."

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R'nya
of Bronze Xyreith

Date of Birth
13.09.697, 46
Height
6'
Eyes
Grey-blue
Build
Fit, athletic
Hair
Black

Threads
26
Posts
283

Written By: ThistleProse
#4
R’nya turned slowly on his heel to face K’tir – or rather, to look down on him with a very faint frown as the brownrider played with his boot. Really, he had expected more dignity from a brownrider; he was acting much as greenriders were prone to, and blueriders. R’nya had knowledge of that button, but for now, he held himself aloft from such petty barbing, waiting instead until K’tir had finished wagging his tongue like a gossiping laundry lass.

“I acknowledged you, did I not, by remaining until you came into your own?” R’nya raised his eyebrow in his trademark fashion, his voice mild and almost void of any true emotion. Those that knew him well would have been able to pick out the emotions that were well hidden within the carefully chosen words, but he had no doubt that such would be beyond K’tir; especially in his current frame of mind. “You should air your preference for cuddles and kisses more loudly, brownrider, and you may receive partners prone to sharing them.”

R’nya’s expression settled, his eyebrows resting more naturally as he denied the desire to snort at K’tir’s invitation. “If a lack of bedding is your idea of a kick, you are sorely denied in the realms of sex; you have my pity. Good day, brownrider.” Turning the last three words into flat dismissal, R’nya again turned to leave. He was more than a little anxious to find out which dragon coiled  with Mizeath, and knew he wouldn’t have to go far for such information – but he was disinclined to give K’tir anything the man could make out as R’nya fleeing from their rather unorthodox encounter.

In all honest, R’nya was less disgruntled by the encounter itself, and far more displeased with himself for allowing it to happen. He was not pleased that Xyreith had given chase, though he himself had been quietly acknowledging his own fancy for Ameris since Rhaedalyn began courting the bluerider; despite that, Xyreith was (in much the same manner as B’jin and R’nd, in R’nya’s mind) mated to the girl’s gold, and should not be dallying about with other golds. If for no other reason, than to prevent Aradissicath from becoming displeased. R’nya resisted the urge to groan as that thought hit home.

You are in much trouble, my friend. The array of emotions that received had R’nya very near laugh out loud. He did not, but he probably would have had he been alone, and Xyreith’s bristling only amused him further. R’nya’s shoulders straightened and he swept his right hand back through his hair. He was sorely in need of a bath.

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K'tir
of Brown Ghaeth

Date of Birth
07.07.701 , 43
Height
6'3
Eyes
Brown
Build
Fit
Hair
Brown, long, curly

Threads
9
Posts
88

Written By: SunsetWay
#5
K’tir knew he wasn’t known for much, especially not for having a personality of any definition but he still knew how to laugh and chuckled at R’nya’s attempts to be dignified and sneer down at him. “Hate to tell ya, bronzerider, but I came to before you and not only did I get to enjoy sex with you with a clearing mind but I got see you enjoy it just as much.” His boot was kicked off as he spoke and K’tir finally got to his feet, giving a tender stretch to a body that had been well-ravished before slipping his pants on.

“No, bronzerider, I couldn’t imagine you getting any kinkier or creative than sex on the floor. Anything else would be far too advanced for you.” One boot and then the other were collected but K’tir didn’t put them on. It’d only be a waste of time since he was headed to his room to grab new clothes before going for a bath. The pants had only been put on as a courtesy to any wandering golden girls that seemed to have some semblance of modesty still.

A step in the same direction R’nya headed was taken before K’tir stopped and quirked his head. Ghaeth was always chipper and excitable but even after enjoying the loss through his rider, his mood hung low for a few hours. It was almost painful to K’tir to hear the normally bouncy dragon sound so glum but he listened all the same since it gave him the answers he was slightly curious in knowing. He had no idea if R’nya knew yet but to be losers together and have even the slightest upper hand by rubbing in who the winner was could sometimes make the sting hurt a little less. Then again, K’tir never really cared to bed a goldrider up to that point, only ever entering and hoping to win for Ghaeth’s sake. Ever since Tyrrisath started winning golds and became Weyrleader, the young brown had wanted to be like him.

“Torath seems to be the better dragon today. Shame, isn’t it? Ameris beside you upon waking? Not a bad way to start the day,” he had no idea about R’nya’s feelings for any of the women he was constantly surrounded by but K’tir did have functional eyes and could admit the girl was pretty. “Oh, but don’t worry; you were a great way to start the day, bronzerider R’nya, sir.” K’tir gave another smirk and lazily sauntered by the man.

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R'nya
of Bronze Xyreith

Date of Birth
13.09.697, 46
Height
6'
Eyes
Grey-blue
Build
Fit, athletic
Hair
Black

Threads
26
Posts
283

Written By: ThistleProse
#6
Some things, they do not require words, and really, R’nya had never been one to bother with unnecessary words. He had also never been one to buck the rules of their society, even when that meant that browns had found themselves stepping on the toes of bronzeriders to claim titles that simply weren’t supposed to be theirs. R’nya had always been a soldier; obedient to the very T, and willing to work without questioning the orders that were passed down to him by those deemed more efficient to hold higher ranks.

However, he had also never been one to let others over step their boundaries, either. A man should know his place, and he should respect it, and work within it. He should respect those that walked above him, and be courteous to those that lingered below him; R’nya had never supported the grinding into the ground of green and blueriders. If they did not sit at the base of the totem pole, than someone else would have been there. Respect – respect those higher than you; respect those lower than you. Ultimately, for R’nya, it all came down to respect.

K’tir, though, he clearly had none, for anyone. R’nya’s shoulders had tightened at the blasé remark about Ameris’, and not because of Torath (and by proxy, N’kal) winning – they were, as far as bronze pairs went, well enough, though Okalinath would likely be as displeased as Aradissicath – but because of the total lack of respect K’tir clearly had for the woman. R’nya did not expect people to respect his girls because they were goldriders; he expected them to respect them, because they simply were.

The quip at himself, and the lazy salute, however, pushed R’nya’s final buttons. The bronzerider could handle many things, but the overwhelming amount of disrespect K’tir was giving to others, many of whom were above his station – not the least of which were R’nya himself! – was more than the bronzerider was willing to stand for. Reaching out with his left hand to grab K’tir’s shoulder and spin the brownrider around, R’nya’s right fist flew forward, angling powerfully for K’tir’s face.

The crunch of flesh and bone connecting was at once both satisfactory, and caused R’nya to grimace a little. He had released K’tir’s shoulder, allowing the brownrider to stumble back against the wall. R’nya did not bother to analyse how much damage he had done as he stood over the man, staring down his nose at him. “Learn some respect, brownrider.” His tone was flat, but his words were orders; R’nya the Wingleader, not another flight loser. R’nya continued to stare him down for a moment longer, before turning curtly on his own heel, and marching down the hall.

These brownriders are getting too big for their boots.
Indeed, Sir. Xyreith finally deigned to speak, his voice low and pitched solely for R’nya. Neither spoke of the reason why the brownriders were getting too full of themselves. It was not worth the risk, but it was acknowledged by both. Things needed to change.

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K'tir
of Brown Ghaeth

Date of Birth
07.07.701 , 43
Height
6'3
Eyes
Brown
Build
Fit
Hair
Brown, long, curly

Threads
9
Posts
88

Written By: SunsetWay
#7
“Son of a whore!” K’tir called out though the words were muffled due to his hands flying up to his face. Given the fact he could still speak, though somewhat slurred from pain, he suspected his jaw wasn’t broken and while his nose hurt as much as the left side of his face, K’tir didn’t think it was broken either. Still, he’d have to get a Healer to check it over for him to make sure. His tongue over every tooth as well to see if any were missing or loose due to R’nya’s lack of sense of humour prompting him to punch at anything he didn’t like.

He watched R’nya walk away, too sore to give any reply in regards to respect. The haughty bronzerider was a contradictory bastard if he thought he could give out such advice after the comments he had already made since the first attempt to leave. No doubt R’nya lacked in manners in other areas as well and didn’t respect someone somewhere, whether it was a greenrider, golden hopeful, or the kitchen staff. The stick up his ass was too deeply planted for the man not to look down on someone.

With a pained sigh through his mouth as breathing seemed to be a bit of challenge, K’tir collected himself from the floor, grabbed his boots again, and staggered for his room. Ghaeth had been stirred into a panic since the punch but K’tir only waved away the hysterics with a simple assurance that he was fine and nothing more would happen. It was just a shame that his son, daughter, and their mothers would fret over him – or glower with disproval – when they saw him. K’tir vowed to make sure they knew exactly who did it since he didn’t see the point in protecting R’nya’s image. R’nya marred his face and now his reputation could carry a smudge.

As he went about hunting for a cloth to dab at his face, K’tir toyed with the idea of changing the story as to why he was punched by the charming bronzerider. He would have smiled at the thought if it didn’t hurt so much.

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