24.Oct.12, 05:24 AM
M'bal gave a small huff of laughter, there always seemed to be one weyrling in every class that seemed to be constantly at odds with their dragon. Some turned out to be brilliant riders because of that dynamic, others... not so much. He studied Erisi for a moment, wondering how the man felt to have Impressed a conspiring dragon. His attention was then turned to the hut he had walked into. It was sparse, unsurprising considering how new it was. He was keenly aware of Erisi's lack of manners, something he made a note of to remember.
He moved to take a seat on one of the chairs, listening to the weyrling speaking again. A set up? An eyebrow curved upwards at the suggestion. What exactly was he implying by that? 'So Gugaroth, know anything about a set up?' He asked casually as he sat.
Set up? I didn't... I mean... The Bronze turned to Charath, shuffling and sighing. I don't think he is happy, or going to stay... He admitted, quickly taking a peek into his rider's mind. The unhappiness there made him creel, this isn't how it was meant to go!
On an impulse, Gugaroth pulled out the emotions M'bal had felt the other day, all the lust, joy and happiness and thrust them forcefully to the forefront of his mind.
Inside, M'bal had stood, annoyed by his dragon's actions and the weyrling's vague words. Then it hit, much like a tidal wave. He stumbled, grabbing the back of the chair to steady himself. Lust coursed through his entire body, causing him to tremble slightly. He fought with it, trying to force it away to clear his mind but Gugaroth was persistent. Grunting he strode over to Erisi, one hand prepared to push any defending arms away while the other reached up to grab him by the neck. His lips pressed forcefully against Erisi's, though this time there was no alcohol involved so it wasn't sloppy in the least.
Charath! Gugaroth squealed, jumping on the spot excitedly. It worked!
He moved to take a seat on one of the chairs, listening to the weyrling speaking again. A set up? An eyebrow curved upwards at the suggestion. What exactly was he implying by that? 'So Gugaroth, know anything about a set up?' He asked casually as he sat.
Set up? I didn't... I mean... The Bronze turned to Charath, shuffling and sighing. I don't think he is happy, or going to stay... He admitted, quickly taking a peek into his rider's mind. The unhappiness there made him creel, this isn't how it was meant to go!
On an impulse, Gugaroth pulled out the emotions M'bal had felt the other day, all the lust, joy and happiness and thrust them forcefully to the forefront of his mind.
Inside, M'bal had stood, annoyed by his dragon's actions and the weyrling's vague words. Then it hit, much like a tidal wave. He stumbled, grabbing the back of the chair to steady himself. Lust coursed through his entire body, causing him to tremble slightly. He fought with it, trying to force it away to clear his mind but Gugaroth was persistent. Grunting he strode over to Erisi, one hand prepared to push any defending arms away while the other reached up to grab him by the neck. His lips pressed forcefully against Erisi's, though this time there was no alcohol involved so it wasn't sloppy in the least.
Charath! Gugaroth squealed, jumping on the spot excitedly. It worked!