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16.Jul.12, 03:23 AM
Bronzes were destined to capture Golds
Blue do not fly Gold
S'kef agreed with both sentiments. He emerged from his hut, head spinning lightly as he roused himself from his after-lunch nap. The former Weyrsecond was in a bit of a rut, loose and purposeless since the loss of his job. The brownrider, denied his traditional coping mechanism, returned to his old friend: the bottle. He drank heavily, though not in violent streaks in the evenings. Instead, S'kef found himself gripping a bottle more often than not, never enough to get wildly intoxicated but always enough to stay just a little bit hazy.
It kept him calm, for the most part. It warmed and calmed him and kept his mind away from it's troubles. But it also made him...just a little bit unpredictable.
"What is she shrieking about?" the brownrider asked. He wasn't intoxicated anymore, but he remained just a little bit lightheaded and sluggish, a side effect of a bottle of red wine and a nap.
She is about to rise
S'kef raised a brow. "This early? She's young." He immeidatly thought of Miss Jada. That was an unfortunate situation for her to be in, but it was ultimately a good thing for the Weyr. More clutches. She should (and hopefully would) be pleased, though it couldn't be a pleasant situation to arrive in. The surly brownrider rubbed his eyes.
"Who is chasing?"
Many. Tyrrisath's mind wandered past several of the suitors who watched Krypth's gorging with their greedy eyes. As S'kef watched, he noticed an unusual and yet familiar stirring in Tyrrisath's mind.
S'kef's eyes widened. "....Tyr?" he asked, calling the dragon by a rare endearment. S'kef's hazy mind snapped to attention as he walked over to the brown. Tyrrisath snorted once and rose, lifting his hefty body from his wallow and stretching his wings.
You are without purpose
S'kef narrowed his eyes. Don't you dare. She belongs to a bronze. A strong bronze needs to fly her, Tyrrisath...we have no right!
No. You are wrong.
S'kef's jaw slacked. "How dare you!" he said. His heart skipped a beat. Never in their decades together had Tyrrisath denied an order. Never. Never! The sturdy brown was ever obedient, ever compliant...always so understanding and true. He was the one thing in the world that S'kef could always trust, always rely on, even moreso than himself! How could Tyrrisath deny him now, over so fundamental a thing?
Tyrrisath would not only deny his rider, but the very laws of nature?!
You are wrong the brown said, turning a red eye on his shocked rider. S'kef felt tears spring up into his eyes. The harsh brownrider was instantly ashamed, but there was nothing he could do. How could this happen? His J'ver had failed him, he'd lost his job and his purpose...and now his only standby was throwing his authority back in his face?
Had he no control over anything in his life anymore?
The brownrider balled his fists and glared accusingly at his dragon. "Tyrrisath, DOWN!" he bellowed furiously, his throat straining with the force of his cry. He felt his hands shaking as Tyrrisath extended his wings. S'kef took a step back, alarmed by the dragon's forwardness. Already S'kef could feel the dragon's lust stirring like a wildfire. Tyrrisath, so calm and quiet, would quickly blaze into a raging wildfire. The dragon's tranquil and serious mind sharpened and hardened all at once, thinking only of Krypth.
We deserve more. We deserve everything Tyrrisath explained as he stretched his mighty form. He could feel Krypth's hunger and energy coursing through the very air. His own blood rushed, his eyes crackling red like firecrackers.
You have worked hard these many turns. You do not deserve to be reduced to this. The dragon turned his nose skyward. This time, I will be the one to claim our glory
With that, the brown took a deep breath into his massive chest and let out a terrible roar. He launched himself skyward.
S'kef's knees buckled. How could this happen? Tyrrisath had denied his order....? Tild him he was wrong...?
In spite of it all, S'kef knew that the brown was right. Something had to be done. Tyrrisath was doing this not to settle his own lust alone, but for them. S'kef scowled, his dark side surging forward with a rush of determination.
I'm with you.
He ran his hands thorugh his hair and took in a deep breath. This was wrong. Golds belonged to bronzes...but if those filthy little blues were going to take a shot, he and Tyrrisath could, too. S'kef had always trusted Tyrrisath. Today, he would trust his dragon to lead them down the right path, a path that stood against everything S'kef believed in. Were they really as good as a bronzepair?
He had to believe they were, otherwise they stood no chance.
When he turned around and started to walk towards where his heart knew Jada would be, he was better than any bronzerider on Pern.
We'll treat you right, Miss Jada. He smirked.
Blue do not fly Gold
S'kef agreed with both sentiments. He emerged from his hut, head spinning lightly as he roused himself from his after-lunch nap. The former Weyrsecond was in a bit of a rut, loose and purposeless since the loss of his job. The brownrider, denied his traditional coping mechanism, returned to his old friend: the bottle. He drank heavily, though not in violent streaks in the evenings. Instead, S'kef found himself gripping a bottle more often than not, never enough to get wildly intoxicated but always enough to stay just a little bit hazy.
It kept him calm, for the most part. It warmed and calmed him and kept his mind away from it's troubles. But it also made him...just a little bit unpredictable.
"What is she shrieking about?" the brownrider asked. He wasn't intoxicated anymore, but he remained just a little bit lightheaded and sluggish, a side effect of a bottle of red wine and a nap.
She is about to rise
S'kef raised a brow. "This early? She's young." He immeidatly thought of Miss Jada. That was an unfortunate situation for her to be in, but it was ultimately a good thing for the Weyr. More clutches. She should (and hopefully would) be pleased, though it couldn't be a pleasant situation to arrive in. The surly brownrider rubbed his eyes.
"Who is chasing?"
Many. Tyrrisath's mind wandered past several of the suitors who watched Krypth's gorging with their greedy eyes. As S'kef watched, he noticed an unusual and yet familiar stirring in Tyrrisath's mind.
S'kef's eyes widened. "....Tyr?" he asked, calling the dragon by a rare endearment. S'kef's hazy mind snapped to attention as he walked over to the brown. Tyrrisath snorted once and rose, lifting his hefty body from his wallow and stretching his wings.
You are without purpose
S'kef narrowed his eyes. Don't you dare. She belongs to a bronze. A strong bronze needs to fly her, Tyrrisath...we have no right!
No. You are wrong.
S'kef's jaw slacked. "How dare you!" he said. His heart skipped a beat. Never in their decades together had Tyrrisath denied an order. Never. Never! The sturdy brown was ever obedient, ever compliant...always so understanding and true. He was the one thing in the world that S'kef could always trust, always rely on, even moreso than himself! How could Tyrrisath deny him now, over so fundamental a thing?
Tyrrisath would not only deny his rider, but the very laws of nature?!
You are wrong the brown said, turning a red eye on his shocked rider. S'kef felt tears spring up into his eyes. The harsh brownrider was instantly ashamed, but there was nothing he could do. How could this happen? His J'ver had failed him, he'd lost his job and his purpose...and now his only standby was throwing his authority back in his face?
Had he no control over anything in his life anymore?
The brownrider balled his fists and glared accusingly at his dragon. "Tyrrisath, DOWN!" he bellowed furiously, his throat straining with the force of his cry. He felt his hands shaking as Tyrrisath extended his wings. S'kef took a step back, alarmed by the dragon's forwardness. Already S'kef could feel the dragon's lust stirring like a wildfire. Tyrrisath, so calm and quiet, would quickly blaze into a raging wildfire. The dragon's tranquil and serious mind sharpened and hardened all at once, thinking only of Krypth.
We deserve more. We deserve everything Tyrrisath explained as he stretched his mighty form. He could feel Krypth's hunger and energy coursing through the very air. His own blood rushed, his eyes crackling red like firecrackers.
You have worked hard these many turns. You do not deserve to be reduced to this. The dragon turned his nose skyward. This time, I will be the one to claim our glory
With that, the brown took a deep breath into his massive chest and let out a terrible roar. He launched himself skyward.
S'kef's knees buckled. How could this happen? Tyrrisath had denied his order....? Tild him he was wrong...?
In spite of it all, S'kef knew that the brown was right. Something had to be done. Tyrrisath was doing this not to settle his own lust alone, but for them. S'kef scowled, his dark side surging forward with a rush of determination.
I'm with you.
He ran his hands thorugh his hair and took in a deep breath. This was wrong. Golds belonged to bronzes...but if those filthy little blues were going to take a shot, he and Tyrrisath could, too. S'kef had always trusted Tyrrisath. Today, he would trust his dragon to lead them down the right path, a path that stood against everything S'kef believed in. Were they really as good as a bronzepair?
He had to believe they were, otherwise they stood no chance.
When he turned around and started to walk towards where his heart knew Jada would be, he was better than any bronzerider on Pern.
We'll treat you right, Miss Jada. He smirked.
