17.Feb.12, 07:40 AM
Saquith would have frowned if he could, N'gelt was happy every night he took someone to bed. What he didn't realise of course, was that that happiness was different to what Ilveriath no doubt experienced via I'shan, given his rider's disposition to find happiness through conquests. Still, he didn't say anything to Ilveriath on the topic, having gone beyond the mood to argue and defend his rider. So long as our riders are happy, does it matter why? Saquith asked curiously.
N'gelt brought his arm snugly around I'shan as the Bluerider slid closer, putting a moment of pressure on as he did so. No, it wasn't a squeeze, it was pressure dammit. N'gelt would never show any sign of softness towards someone, no weakness in being 'lovey-dovey'. When I'shan spoke of the flight N'gelt tensed, the reminder that even though he had 'won' I'shan, he had done so by losing the flight was a definite sore point. N'gelt did not take well to losing, ever.
"And why is that?" He drawled, looking away from I'shan. Till this point he had managed to push away and forget the fact that he had lost something due to his recent gain. I'shan certainly catch, but he couldn't mask the soreness of losing that stalked N'gelt. Perhaps he took it too personally, the loss had been due to Larrikith and Saquith after all, not himself. But still, he could not help but feel it was his own fault. It was him that guided Saquith, like a father steering his son in his first steps. The silly Brown could tell his nose from his tail without him.
Outside, Saquith gave a pained creel, feeling the stiff emotion from his rider. Though he didn't quite understand it, he felt hurt from them.
N'gelt brought his arm snugly around I'shan as the Bluerider slid closer, putting a moment of pressure on as he did so. No, it wasn't a squeeze, it was pressure dammit. N'gelt would never show any sign of softness towards someone, no weakness in being 'lovey-dovey'. When I'shan spoke of the flight N'gelt tensed, the reminder that even though he had 'won' I'shan, he had done so by losing the flight was a definite sore point. N'gelt did not take well to losing, ever.
"And why is that?" He drawled, looking away from I'shan. Till this point he had managed to push away and forget the fact that he had lost something due to his recent gain. I'shan certainly catch, but he couldn't mask the soreness of losing that stalked N'gelt. Perhaps he took it too personally, the loss had been due to Larrikith and Saquith after all, not himself. But still, he could not help but feel it was his own fault. It was him that guided Saquith, like a father steering his son in his first steps. The silly Brown could tell his nose from his tail without him.
Outside, Saquith gave a pained creel, feeling the stiff emotion from his rider. Though he didn't quite understand it, he felt hurt from them.