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Unexpected Guest [Solo] - S'kef - 05.Apr.13
S'kef slipped inside out of the rain, hair and clothed drenched. It was raining pretty hard outside. The brownrider lingered in the dining hall a little longer than usual to try and avoid going home in it, but it wasn't worth sitting around all night. A little rain never hurt anyone, though it was a little uncomfortable.
He stepped inside and sighed, quickly removing his wet coat and hanging it on a peg by the door. He tossed his boots off after taking a couple steps. J'ver always became insufferably whiny when too much mud was tracked across the floor. S'kef glanced back at floor and, satisfied that he hadn't made too much of a mess, shrugged and moved into the living area.
He was tired after a long day. He had every intention of curling up, seeking the attention of his mate, and going to sleep. Tonight, it seemed like fate had other plans. "J'ver?" he called out. Usually, his precious greenrider spent his alone time sewing or tending to one of his other charming womanly hobbies. Tonight, it seemed like the greenrider had decided to spend some time outside the home. He sure picked a fucking wonderful night S'kef growled privately, annoyed that his partner wasn't there to satisfy his frustrations. Tyrrisath, call him
The dragon didn't reply. Instead, he prodded at the back of S'kef's mind, silently encouraging the man to glance towards the fireplace. S'kef's head slowly turned in that direction, where he saw something strange.
A few days before, he'd placed a pot with a half-dead fire lizard egg in front of the fire, mostly due to the insistence of J'ver's little Vixen. S'kef had originally intended to find a home for it, but naturally, he'd forgotten all about it once it was placed by the fire. He'd thought about it in passing, but always while he was too busy with something more important to actually worry about it...and now, it seemed to have decided it was time to be remembered.
He watched as a wriggling form bunched itself up against the lip of the pot, shivering and creeling in the dark. The fire, which he'd started earlier in the afternoon, was reduced now to mere embers. S'kef frowned and narrowed his eyes as the pitiful form, stalking closer and reached for a closed glowbasket on one of the tables. He opened it, watching as the soft light bathed the little creature and brought it into full view.
There, tiny and impossibly fragile, was an insignificant little green fire lizard. It was still covered in glistening egg fluid and flecks of stray shell, as well as a few stringy patches of bloody eggshell membrane. The creature was so young that it had not even had time to unfurl it's wings, much less dry off. It's eyes glittered faintly in the dark and it let out the most pitiful of whimpers, curling itself into a tiny little ball and trembling, as if waiting to die.
None of that rattled S'kef like the final detail, though. He could have cared less about the run of the mill green flitter, but this one had something about it that stopped the man cold in his tracks.
Look at her, Tyr... he said with uncharacteristic curiosity, even shock.
***
"What the fuck is wrong with me," S'kef grunted to himself. The brownrider lay on his back on his bed, looking skeptically at the tiny green form rolled up on his chest. The green fire lizard was fed and clean now, dozing softly after her unpleasant ordeal. Her neon green hide wasn't a perfect match of Rilaleeyth, but it was a striking enough similarity that it would not go unnoticed.
S'kef really wasn't sure what he was thinking. He hadn't even really planned to follow up on his promise to watch after the egg, and now he'd gone and Impressed it? He barely even remembered reaching in his pocket for that leftover scrap of jerky! He was inclined to blame Tyrrisath, and to some extent even J'ver. That stupid slut must have...influenced him somehow! Otherwise he would never show weakness for some stupid, half-dead green flit, now would he?
Tyrrisath was deeply amused, and had already spread word to Rilaleeyth and even directly to J'ver, both against his rider's wishes. "Fuck you," S'kef grunted. It was unclear whether it was directed at Tyrrisath or the tiny green. Manipulative beasts! Then, S'kef felt an unusual brush of affection from the brown dragon outside.
"Yeah..." he admitted as he poked the fire lizard in the side. "So what?"
Stupid dragons.