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22.Feb.12, 07:59 AM
Fury pumped through N'gelt's system, blinding him to reason. He had seen his lover touching another man, intimately. Hmm, lover. That was a strange word to be associated with N'gelt, it almost seemed foreign. I'shan's approach startled him for a moment and he stumbled to the side, his arms flailing as he tried to regain his balance. Dark eyes still glared at R'nd, if anything he seemed to be blaming the younger Bluerider for trying to persuade I'shan to commit adultery. At least it meant that his anger was directed away from the delicate I'shan, whom N'gelt wouldn't dream of hurting. Not outside of playful bedroom activities, anyway.
I'shan's whispers barely broke through his insanity, if anything it was the movement of his hands that caught his attention. The lust he had entered with stirred again, as he recalled why he was here again. The velvety side of his voice began to creep back in as he gazed down at the man coiled against him. "Bragging about me?" He seemed innately pleased to be bragged about. The moment passed though, his anger wasn't quite going to dissipate with an overtaking of pride. He pushed I'shan to the side with surprising gentleness, before striding over to R'nd, the bottle waving dangerously close to his face.
"You can not have him. I'shan is mine." He growled darkly, pointing with his other hand first at I'shan, then at his chest. The admission resulted in a startled croon from Saquith, in his drunken haze N'gelt had remembered I'shan's name with ease and now he was placing his claim. The Brown projected happiness forth, hoping it could sway his rider out of his angry fervour.
While Saquith's happiness alone couldn't bring him back to the edge it was close. The straw that broke the runner's back was I'shan.
His lips against N'gelt's ears caused him to freeze completely, having been so focused on R'nd in front of him, he hadn't seen or heard I'shan come back over. As he moved around to be between R'nd and N'gelt the Brownrider stared at I'shan. His low voice was twisting N'gelt in all the right places. He liked I'shan, particularly his submissive behaviour. That, combined with the notion that he would be shown off to another rider seemed to flick a switch in N'gelt. While he still eyed R'nd with distrust, he leant his head down to I'shan's ear. "I look forward to it." His voice was like thick, rich velvet, the kind that one didn't have to touch to know how indulgent it was.
Wrapping his bottle-free arm around I'shan's shoulders he held him close, a look of possessive warning in his eyes as he stared at R'nd. One didn't need to be highly intelligent to realise that he was staking his claim, and a single brush of the hand or too-long of a stare would be toeing the line. With his massive bulk and short fuse, one didn't want to toe N'gelt's line.
I'shan's whispers barely broke through his insanity, if anything it was the movement of his hands that caught his attention. The lust he had entered with stirred again, as he recalled why he was here again. The velvety side of his voice began to creep back in as he gazed down at the man coiled against him. "Bragging about me?" He seemed innately pleased to be bragged about. The moment passed though, his anger wasn't quite going to dissipate with an overtaking of pride. He pushed I'shan to the side with surprising gentleness, before striding over to R'nd, the bottle waving dangerously close to his face.
"You can not have him. I'shan is mine." He growled darkly, pointing with his other hand first at I'shan, then at his chest. The admission resulted in a startled croon from Saquith, in his drunken haze N'gelt had remembered I'shan's name with ease and now he was placing his claim. The Brown projected happiness forth, hoping it could sway his rider out of his angry fervour.
While Saquith's happiness alone couldn't bring him back to the edge it was close. The straw that broke the runner's back was I'shan.
His lips against N'gelt's ears caused him to freeze completely, having been so focused on R'nd in front of him, he hadn't seen or heard I'shan come back over. As he moved around to be between R'nd and N'gelt the Brownrider stared at I'shan. His low voice was twisting N'gelt in all the right places. He liked I'shan, particularly his submissive behaviour. That, combined with the notion that he would be shown off to another rider seemed to flick a switch in N'gelt. While he still eyed R'nd with distrust, he leant his head down to I'shan's ear. "I look forward to it." His voice was like thick, rich velvet, the kind that one didn't have to touch to know how indulgent it was.
Wrapping his bottle-free arm around I'shan's shoulders he held him close, a look of possessive warning in his eyes as he stared at R'nd. One didn't need to be highly intelligent to realise that he was staking his claim, and a single brush of the hand or too-long of a stare would be toeing the line. With his massive bulk and short fuse, one didn't want to toe N'gelt's line.
