06.Sep.12, 08:20 AM
Angry sex was amazing. So intense and that much more satisfying. It didn’t matter that he wasn’t mad at Z’ia or that his anger over D’ren’s foolishness had already started to fade before the first piece of clothing had hit the floor. D’hys was content once more and owed it all to his friend for being there at the right time. So when Z’ia climbed back atop him, D’hys quirked a brow and started to smirk, completely convinced his spunky friend wasn’t quite done with him yet. How true that was! Too bad it wasn’t in the manner D’hys hoped for.
The smirk was wiped away instantly and a neutral expression replaced it as the arm held him in place perfectly. He was sure he could have bucked Z’ia off of him but D’hys let it go. He hadn’t exactly been gentle with his friend since leaving the Square so it was only fair play. Still, he gave a growl of a warning, “know that the next time you try this, I won’t play nice, Z’ia.”
With that said, D’hys calmed and shut his eyes, both to avoid looking at his fellow bluerider and to focus his jumbled thoughts. Some parts of the story as to why he had been provoked to such anger were hard to talk about and D’hys did his best not to think on them anymore, but it was time to give them a voice again and perhaps it would help him fully move on. “For me, the North holds more pain than Katila does. My mother’s beautiful green was one of the first to fall ill at Igen. They went between together the next night.” He had cried long and hard when that happened, unable to believe his mother could leave him and the girls so easily and it had taken turns of exile, with only Zeianth as his companion to fully understand how tight the bond between rider and dragon was. If he held any anger toward his mother for leaving, it had been let go long ago and he was thankful for her kindness in keeping him away and telling him to always make sure Zeianth was safe.
Talking about his mother was oddly the harder portion of the story and so D’hys opened his eyes once more to give some sort of courtesy of looking at the man he talked to as he continued, “When we were ordered South, my sisters… I have two, both younger… begged me to take them. I turned them both down, telling them Zeianth was the only thing that mattered to me. I left them behind and they surely won’t be welcoming me back when next they see me, if they still live.” He liked to think they did. Both were beautiful; they no doubt found worthy men to marry and had cute little families. They liked children, which was only another strike against him. How many brats had he spawned and didn’t even know the name of?
“I found peace here. Sure it’s not the greatest place but is anywhere truly perfect? It’s comfortable and I’m free.” Free from the memories though they were all captives in Katila to some degree. D’hys just liked to pretend all was well to help suit his vision of living in a paradise location. “And that’s that. Is your curiosity satisfied now?” He hadn’t moved since Z’ia pinned him and still D’hys held still, only staring up at Z’ia, closely watching him for the judgement he was about to receive.
The smirk was wiped away instantly and a neutral expression replaced it as the arm held him in place perfectly. He was sure he could have bucked Z’ia off of him but D’hys let it go. He hadn’t exactly been gentle with his friend since leaving the Square so it was only fair play. Still, he gave a growl of a warning, “know that the next time you try this, I won’t play nice, Z’ia.”
With that said, D’hys calmed and shut his eyes, both to avoid looking at his fellow bluerider and to focus his jumbled thoughts. Some parts of the story as to why he had been provoked to such anger were hard to talk about and D’hys did his best not to think on them anymore, but it was time to give them a voice again and perhaps it would help him fully move on. “For me, the North holds more pain than Katila does. My mother’s beautiful green was one of the first to fall ill at Igen. They went between together the next night.” He had cried long and hard when that happened, unable to believe his mother could leave him and the girls so easily and it had taken turns of exile, with only Zeianth as his companion to fully understand how tight the bond between rider and dragon was. If he held any anger toward his mother for leaving, it had been let go long ago and he was thankful for her kindness in keeping him away and telling him to always make sure Zeianth was safe.
Talking about his mother was oddly the harder portion of the story and so D’hys opened his eyes once more to give some sort of courtesy of looking at the man he talked to as he continued, “When we were ordered South, my sisters… I have two, both younger… begged me to take them. I turned them both down, telling them Zeianth was the only thing that mattered to me. I left them behind and they surely won’t be welcoming me back when next they see me, if they still live.” He liked to think they did. Both were beautiful; they no doubt found worthy men to marry and had cute little families. They liked children, which was only another strike against him. How many brats had he spawned and didn’t even know the name of?
“I found peace here. Sure it’s not the greatest place but is anywhere truly perfect? It’s comfortable and I’m free.” Free from the memories though they were all captives in Katila to some degree. D’hys just liked to pretend all was well to help suit his vision of living in a paradise location. “And that’s that. Is your curiosity satisfied now?” He hadn’t moved since Z’ia pinned him and still D’hys held still, only staring up at Z’ia, closely watching him for the judgement he was about to receive.