21.Nov.20, 08:33 AM
Even with taking care of a dragon for nearly a year, Kor’is cursed himself for being so weak and struggled to get Cazan’s heavy ass off of him. He took advantage of her momentary distraction caused by the obnoxious gold dragon and bucked again while shoving with his free hand. That earned him flailing fists, one of which clipped his jaw as he tried moving at the same time while his newly freed arm shot up and blocked another blow.
“Fuck your politeness and I don’t want to exist to you!” He had spent his life knowing his mother pretended he didn’t exist more days than not and he went out of his way to avoid certain lords and ladies that looked down on him. Somehow he still had a lot of arrogance and could in turn look down on others but he also didn’t care if people avoided him now since it left him alone to do his own things and live how he wanted.
He finally managed to shove Cazan completely off and sat up, feeling more sand slide beneath his shirt from the action. He knew his hair would be a mess and washing the sand out of it would be a bitch but he wasn’t done with the current bitch he was glaring at. He was tired and sore but that didn’t stop Kor’is from throwing himself atop Cazan to switch their roles to lean in close to the face that currently represented all of his issues as he growled out, “just… fuck you!” He knew he really was exhausted—physically and mentally—now that his weapon of words was failing him and he was having to resort to just screaming profanities like a basic drudge. He couldn’t even throw another punch no matter how much he wanted to as his hand hurt as much as his face.
I’m sorry, Malvayth. Taith didn’t know how to explain it—or if it would even be the right thing to say right then—but he could feel all of the turmoil bubbling up in Kor’is and knew it wasn’t just Cazan currently causing the outburst. It may have started that way but she had said the right thing to jab at the sore spot his beloved rider always tried to cover up but never let heal.
“Fuck your politeness and I don’t want to exist to you!” He had spent his life knowing his mother pretended he didn’t exist more days than not and he went out of his way to avoid certain lords and ladies that looked down on him. Somehow he still had a lot of arrogance and could in turn look down on others but he also didn’t care if people avoided him now since it left him alone to do his own things and live how he wanted.
He finally managed to shove Cazan completely off and sat up, feeling more sand slide beneath his shirt from the action. He knew his hair would be a mess and washing the sand out of it would be a bitch but he wasn’t done with the current bitch he was glaring at. He was tired and sore but that didn’t stop Kor’is from throwing himself atop Cazan to switch their roles to lean in close to the face that currently represented all of his issues as he growled out, “just… fuck you!” He knew he really was exhausted—physically and mentally—now that his weapon of words was failing him and he was having to resort to just screaming profanities like a basic drudge. He couldn’t even throw another punch no matter how much he wanted to as his hand hurt as much as his face.
I’m sorry, Malvayth. Taith didn’t know how to explain it—or if it would even be the right thing to say right then—but he could feel all of the turmoil bubbling up in Kor’is and knew it wasn’t just Cazan currently causing the outburst. It may have started that way but she had said the right thing to jab at the sore spot his beloved rider always tried to cover up but never let heal.