03.May.12, 03:02 PM
The damage was done. Ronarth was suitably upset, coiling himself tightly outside and letting out a vicious hiss at Tyrrisath as the brown landed. I am NOT a half-wit! he barked defensively. He jumped a bit as Larrikith appeared shrieking from between, her tiny body practically exploding in fury. The bronze crooned at her, but at the same time rose from where he lay and placed his large body in between her and Tyrrisath, all but daring the brown to do anything in response to her verbal attacks.
Tyrrisath was uncaring. He cringed a bit from Ronarth's initial reaction, inspired in part by a dragon's natural sense of hierarchy, but also encouraged by his rider. After all, the entire ploy revolved around distracting the bronzepair, did it not? So the brown lowered his head and folded his wings, eyes flashing yellow for the briefest of moments as he shrank before Ronarth, but his inward thoughts were anything but remorseful.
Sorry, Larrikith he said casually in his deep, rich voice.
But you know how it goes...we must do as our bonded requests His words came almost at a purr, indicating just how little he cared at the mass offense he had caused. After all, it had worked. D'ren came outside, brushing past S'kef as he entered and running to Ronarth.
Ronarth was an impulsive dragon with a lot of spirit, and he could be hard to control. D'ren came to the beast's side and placed his hands on the dragon's bronze hide as he tried to talk him down. D'ren was too alarmed from Ronarth's wild outburst and too hazy from drink to pick up on what was really going on, though.
S'kef moved inside unobstructed, a warm, practically glowing expression on his face. "B'jin," he said, eyes widening hungrily. Was that fear he smelled?
It is. He belongs to you.
Of course
"How are you?" he said with a sickly sweet smile. It was charming in a way, nicely accented by his neat grooming and stately posture. "I'm glad to see you up and on your feet." While he an Tyrrisath both knew they left an impression on B'jin, neither of them knew quite how deep it ran. It was worth keeping the pressure on, though. And how could S'kef expect to do that with D'ren in the way?
Tyrrisath was uncaring. He cringed a bit from Ronarth's initial reaction, inspired in part by a dragon's natural sense of hierarchy, but also encouraged by his rider. After all, the entire ploy revolved around distracting the bronzepair, did it not? So the brown lowered his head and folded his wings, eyes flashing yellow for the briefest of moments as he shrank before Ronarth, but his inward thoughts were anything but remorseful.
Sorry, Larrikith he said casually in his deep, rich voice.
But you know how it goes...we must do as our bonded requests His words came almost at a purr, indicating just how little he cared at the mass offense he had caused. After all, it had worked. D'ren came outside, brushing past S'kef as he entered and running to Ronarth.
Ronarth was an impulsive dragon with a lot of spirit, and he could be hard to control. D'ren came to the beast's side and placed his hands on the dragon's bronze hide as he tried to talk him down. D'ren was too alarmed from Ronarth's wild outburst and too hazy from drink to pick up on what was really going on, though.
S'kef moved inside unobstructed, a warm, practically glowing expression on his face. "B'jin," he said, eyes widening hungrily. Was that fear he smelled?
It is. He belongs to you.
Of course
"How are you?" he said with a sickly sweet smile. It was charming in a way, nicely accented by his neat grooming and stately posture. "I'm glad to see you up and on your feet." While he an Tyrrisath both knew they left an impression on B'jin, neither of them knew quite how deep it ran. It was worth keeping the pressure on, though. And how could S'kef expect to do that with D'ren in the way?