22.Feb.12, 03:10 AM
SLAM!
Whatever talk of love, tricks and partners was going on, it was now dropped in favour of the newest addition to the party. Standing in the doorway of I’shan’s hut N’gelt stood tall and formidable, his chest heaving. Behind him in the evening light, Saquith’s eyes whirled a bright mixture of blue and yellow. The sight was one you’d expect on a stormy night, except... it was extraordinarily calm outside. Chest heaving he strode inside, his breath reeking of the foulest of ales. Saquith’s head snaked in after him, his head only just fitting behind him as he followed like a portable pillow, ready to catch his rider dare he fall.
“I’shan!” He shouted, blind to the fact that both I’shan and R’nd were sitting straight ahead of him. There was no velvet to his deep voice now, it was tainted with alcohol-induced roughness and didn’t sound pleasant and all. He clutched a brown bottle in one hand, less than half of the contents remaining. I am sorry... The whisper was so soft and quiet in I’shan and R’nd’s mind that they might not even hear it over N’gelt’s stomps and haggard breaths. Saquith had only spoken to rider’s twice before in his life, he had deep respect for the bond between himself and N’gelt, along with other people’s privacy. But his rider’s behaviour right now was inexcusable, and N’gelt wasn’t exactly about to apologize for himself.
“Get to the bed!” N’gelt demanded, his eyes finally falling on I’shan. Only then did he twig that there was someone else there; another man. A man, in his I’shan’s home? His arm raised, pointing the mouth of the bottle at R’nd as his rough features drew into a vicious glare. Anger flew through his body, overtaking the ravenous, drunken lust that had been there seconds ago.
“Who is this?” He spat, baring his teeth barbarically at R’nd. The younger Bluerider was attractive, even if N’gelt had seen him without his ale-addled vision he would have liked to share sheets with him. Or well, there wouldn’t be much sharing. Sharing is a bad metaphor when N’gelt is involved, as was becoming increasingly obvious as he grew into a jealous rage. “What do you think you’re doing, trying to take him away?” N’gelt snapped at R’nd now, his eyes narrowed into slits as he spied the hand laid so lovingly on his shoulder. The way that I'shan was leaning close, like a lover. Angry? Check. Possessive? Check. Lover? Check. Ignorant? Check. Now doesn’t this have all the hallmarks of a bad relationship?
Slightly behind them Saquith creeled ever so softly, the worry for his rider intense in his eyes. Now that N’gelt had strode into the hut further, Saquith couldn’t reach him, and if he did something like trip and fall, how would he save him? The Brown pulled back so that only the end of his snout was in the doorway, now completely yellow eyes whirling rapidly.
Whatever talk of love, tricks and partners was going on, it was now dropped in favour of the newest addition to the party. Standing in the doorway of I’shan’s hut N’gelt stood tall and formidable, his chest heaving. Behind him in the evening light, Saquith’s eyes whirled a bright mixture of blue and yellow. The sight was one you’d expect on a stormy night, except... it was extraordinarily calm outside. Chest heaving he strode inside, his breath reeking of the foulest of ales. Saquith’s head snaked in after him, his head only just fitting behind him as he followed like a portable pillow, ready to catch his rider dare he fall.
“I’shan!” He shouted, blind to the fact that both I’shan and R’nd were sitting straight ahead of him. There was no velvet to his deep voice now, it was tainted with alcohol-induced roughness and didn’t sound pleasant and all. He clutched a brown bottle in one hand, less than half of the contents remaining. I am sorry... The whisper was so soft and quiet in I’shan and R’nd’s mind that they might not even hear it over N’gelt’s stomps and haggard breaths. Saquith had only spoken to rider’s twice before in his life, he had deep respect for the bond between himself and N’gelt, along with other people’s privacy. But his rider’s behaviour right now was inexcusable, and N’gelt wasn’t exactly about to apologize for himself.
“Get to the bed!” N’gelt demanded, his eyes finally falling on I’shan. Only then did he twig that there was someone else there; another man. A man, in his I’shan’s home? His arm raised, pointing the mouth of the bottle at R’nd as his rough features drew into a vicious glare. Anger flew through his body, overtaking the ravenous, drunken lust that had been there seconds ago.
“Who is this?” He spat, baring his teeth barbarically at R’nd. The younger Bluerider was attractive, even if N’gelt had seen him without his ale-addled vision he would have liked to share sheets with him. Or well, there wouldn’t be much sharing. Sharing is a bad metaphor when N’gelt is involved, as was becoming increasingly obvious as he grew into a jealous rage. “What do you think you’re doing, trying to take him away?” N’gelt snapped at R’nd now, his eyes narrowed into slits as he spied the hand laid so lovingly on his shoulder. The way that I'shan was leaning close, like a lover. Angry? Check. Possessive? Check. Lover? Check. Ignorant? Check. Now doesn’t this have all the hallmarks of a bad relationship?
Slightly behind them Saquith creeled ever so softly, the worry for his rider intense in his eyes. Now that N’gelt had strode into the hut further, Saquith couldn’t reach him, and if he did something like trip and fall, how would he save him? The Brown pulled back so that only the end of his snout was in the doorway, now completely yellow eyes whirling rapidly.