15.Mar.12, 04:25 PM
S'kef and Tyrrisath
S’kef just smirked at N’gelt, a knowing smirk that hid his true feelings under a distant veil of civility. “I know you’ll keep him in line,” he said, turning away with mild amusement as the little bluerider buried his face in N’gelt’s neck. S’kef was content to let them go, though he couldn’t help admire how N’gelt kept a handle on his bluerider. I’shan followed along like the good little canine he was. N’gelt had done a fabulous job. Now that was a real brownrider!
Other exchanges didn’t go so well. He found himself staring Kerrin down, brown eyes practically begging the weyrbrat to start something, then Farlint’s outburst caught him. S’kef’s head snapped in that direction and he immediately sneered. “You’ve a sharp tongue for a candidate,” he commented, keeping his tone even and smooth, though once again his actual attitude was plainly visible just beneath. He reminded himself yet again that he was on duty. Let them all snark and jeer! S’kef didn’t mind. He even enjoyed it. He loved the negative attention, especially since he knew he was drawing it away from the Weyrleader.
Whatever he did, he couldn’t lash out.
He smiled at Farlint, a knowing, threatening smile, before turning to walk back to D’ren. It was then that Talian caught his eye and their little exchange took place, only to be sharply interrupted by B’jin.
S’kef couldn’t believe the audacity. He hissed and snapped his arm back, lifting his whip reflexively. Behind him, Tyrrisath let out a deep growl of distaste, though whether it was aimed at B’jin or S’kef was uncertain. “You have some nerve, slut!” he snapped as B’jin shoved him away. Oh yes, that was the last straw! The cheeky greenrider would need more punishment, it seemed. He drew his arm back.
S’kef was too focused on B’jin, too outwardly scandalized to notice the shadow looming over him.
A deep voice slammed into S’kef’s consciousness before he could attack, nearly knocking him to his knees. It was a dragon voice, different from any he’d ever heard (he’d heard very few outside of Tyrrisath, for few dragons cared for him (Blues and greens picked up on the resentment whereas bronzes tended to pity him). The voice was powerful though, and filled with anger. S’kef cringed as he turned around and faced Ronarth looming above him, with D’ren standing just underneath the dragon’s head.
After a scolding, S’kef gave the Weyrleader a deferring bow. “Thank you, sir. It’s an honor to serve you,” he said discreetly before walking away. Tyrrisath quickly collected him and the air were off.
Played by Bluedragon
S’kef just smirked at N’gelt, a knowing smirk that hid his true feelings under a distant veil of civility. “I know you’ll keep him in line,” he said, turning away with mild amusement as the little bluerider buried his face in N’gelt’s neck. S’kef was content to let them go, though he couldn’t help admire how N’gelt kept a handle on his bluerider. I’shan followed along like the good little canine he was. N’gelt had done a fabulous job. Now that was a real brownrider!
Other exchanges didn’t go so well. He found himself staring Kerrin down, brown eyes practically begging the weyrbrat to start something, then Farlint’s outburst caught him. S’kef’s head snapped in that direction and he immediately sneered. “You’ve a sharp tongue for a candidate,” he commented, keeping his tone even and smooth, though once again his actual attitude was plainly visible just beneath. He reminded himself yet again that he was on duty. Let them all snark and jeer! S’kef didn’t mind. He even enjoyed it. He loved the negative attention, especially since he knew he was drawing it away from the Weyrleader.
Whatever he did, he couldn’t lash out.
He smiled at Farlint, a knowing, threatening smile, before turning to walk back to D’ren. It was then that Talian caught his eye and their little exchange took place, only to be sharply interrupted by B’jin.
S’kef couldn’t believe the audacity. He hissed and snapped his arm back, lifting his whip reflexively. Behind him, Tyrrisath let out a deep growl of distaste, though whether it was aimed at B’jin or S’kef was uncertain. “You have some nerve, slut!” he snapped as B’jin shoved him away. Oh yes, that was the last straw! The cheeky greenrider would need more punishment, it seemed. He drew his arm back.
S’kef was too focused on B’jin, too outwardly scandalized to notice the shadow looming over him.
A deep voice slammed into S’kef’s consciousness before he could attack, nearly knocking him to his knees. It was a dragon voice, different from any he’d ever heard (he’d heard very few outside of Tyrrisath, for few dragons cared for him (Blues and greens picked up on the resentment whereas bronzes tended to pity him). The voice was powerful though, and filled with anger. S’kef cringed as he turned around and faced Ronarth looming above him, with D’ren standing just underneath the dragon’s head.
After a scolding, S’kef gave the Weyrleader a deferring bow. “Thank you, sir. It’s an honor to serve you,” he said discreetly before walking away. Tyrrisath quickly collected him and the air were off.
Played by Bluedragon
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