16.Nov.13, 02:27 AM
"Yeah...out the window, where you belong, you filthy animal!" Ali snarled miserably. He bucked up a bit as Z'ia assumed his defensive stance. For a few seconds, Ali was more than willing to fight, but a harsh warning from Astoreth reminded him what the cost may be. Hhis pride was damaged enoguh already, but what of his body? Frustrated, the greenrider hissed before backing down. He flopped on his bed, bunching the covers irritably around his waist and eyeing Z'ia with contempt.
"Your shirt is under the bed. I knocked it there when I woke up. Just get it and get out..." Ali said, his tone stiff as stiff as his wary body. He considered shooting to his feet again, loathe to show weakness from the bluerider who always so ardently exploited it. Ali hated to feel vulnerable, and there were few who made him feel more vulnerable than a belligerent flight winner. He handily ignored Astoreth's lazy complaint that Ali was generally the belligerent one; Ali was the instigator, always defensive and always vicious. Ast pitied him for feeling like it was a necessary form of self-defense, but at times like this, even she believed that it would be better to simply let it pass.
You make it fun for him. You give him reactions. the dragon said with disdain. She eyed Aveleth. Shards, it was hard not to take her frustration out on him! Aveleth was sweet. In a way, it reminded her of the situation with their riders; one of them need only push the smallest bit and the other would make himself a target. The comparison damn near made her sick, though. She hissed miserably and tucked her head under one wing, curling into a green ball as she tried to sort out her feelings.
Flying with Aveleth didn't seem wrong, but Ali hated it so much! Was the problem him, or the bluepair?
The problem is you, cunt. Fly with D'hys' blue next time Ali grumbled.
"Your shirt is under the bed. I knocked it there when I woke up. Just get it and get out..." Ali said, his tone stiff as stiff as his wary body. He considered shooting to his feet again, loathe to show weakness from the bluerider who always so ardently exploited it. Ali hated to feel vulnerable, and there were few who made him feel more vulnerable than a belligerent flight winner. He handily ignored Astoreth's lazy complaint that Ali was generally the belligerent one; Ali was the instigator, always defensive and always vicious. Ast pitied him for feeling like it was a necessary form of self-defense, but at times like this, even she believed that it would be better to simply let it pass.
Flying with Aveleth didn't seem wrong, but Ali hated it so much! Was the problem him, or the bluepair?
The problem is you, cunt. Fly with D'hys' blue next time Ali grumbled.