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16.Dec.12, 01:03 AM
If there was ever a hot mess, it was Katila Weyr.
It was so fucking Katila Weyr.
D'ren was incapacitated, and years of sucking dick had enabled S'kef to rise to the position of temporary Weyrleader (in the if-anyone-threatened-to-take-his-position-they-would-be-knifed sort of way). Seriously, the Weyrling believed that someone needed to pay him some a purse full of marks to solve this who done it mystery, because he had this shit solved. People were more dimglowed than he thought if they couldn't piece this stupid puzzle together. His first instinct was to assume it was Lymsleia, because only one person in this entire Weyr was so sharding stupid enough to make an attempt on D'ren's life. The girl was a midwife-claimed-healer, so she obviously dealt with Tansy. Just as obviously she had previous trouble with the Weyrleader about being turned into a baby maker (which she was yet to do).
Seriously, S'kef was probably sitting on his ass somewhere giggling girlishly to himself instead of dealing with the fucking problem. Which was him. Erisi hated the brownrider, but pushing his distaste for the man aside it was clear that S'kef had dipped his hands into the mess of trying-to-kill-D'ren-and-epically-failing. Who was the only person to benefit from D'ren taking a dive? S'kef. If he was in charge of this internal investigation, the first person he'd be looking at was the only fucking man in the entire fucking Weyr to fucking WIN off of someone NEARLY DYING.
On that point, actually, why was S'kef acting the Weyrleader. Weren't they supposed to wait for Nirinath to rise again and some dragon to stick their giant BRONZE dick into her? Tsuen should be running things... eh, okay maybe not. That woman was a hot mess too. So, it should be some old respectable bronzerider who hadn't lost the position of WEYRSECOND under the guise of falling ill. Erisi didn't buy it. Personally, if he wanted to be knifed in the back he would have walked up to S'kef and shoved a boot up the man's ass. Then he would have pronounced him the murder and also declared that he was completely inept to run a Weyr.
He should be running the Weyr, he as in Erisi. Erisi would rule the wherry dung out of Katila. Valerian would be made to suck him off daily, and that would be a victory in and of itself.
Now that was a glorious thought! The Weyrling smiled to himself as he approached an older craftsman. He had already paid the man beforehand, so it was a simple matter of picking up his clothes and leaving. The tailor had to bring in a few of his outfits, because well, Erisi was thinner than most people. By the time he got to the man he was no longer smiling, instead looking impatient. There was no reason for him to be friendly to some old fart. The only people he managed to look friendly to were the ones he wanted to sleep with, and that was self-explanatory.
"You haven't finished them?" Erisi drawled as he leaned forwards toward the man. When he got a reply that was satisfactory and the man disappeared to grab his clothes (most were scarfs, okay, he had some made up too - when he spent he spent) he turned away with a heavy sigh.
He just needed to run things. He'd do so much better. S'kef would call him a savior, many would kiss his feet even if they were covered in shit.
'Why are you not Bronze?'
Why are you not Valerian?
Touche, Charath.
It was so fucking Katila Weyr.
D'ren was incapacitated, and years of sucking dick had enabled S'kef to rise to the position of temporary Weyrleader (in the if-anyone-threatened-to-take-his-position-they-would-be-knifed sort of way). Seriously, the Weyrling believed that someone needed to pay him some a purse full of marks to solve this who done it mystery, because he had this shit solved. People were more dimglowed than he thought if they couldn't piece this stupid puzzle together. His first instinct was to assume it was Lymsleia, because only one person in this entire Weyr was so sharding stupid enough to make an attempt on D'ren's life. The girl was a midwife-claimed-healer, so she obviously dealt with Tansy. Just as obviously she had previous trouble with the Weyrleader about being turned into a baby maker (which she was yet to do).
Seriously, S'kef was probably sitting on his ass somewhere giggling girlishly to himself instead of dealing with the fucking problem. Which was him. Erisi hated the brownrider, but pushing his distaste for the man aside it was clear that S'kef had dipped his hands into the mess of trying-to-kill-D'ren-and-epically-failing. Who was the only person to benefit from D'ren taking a dive? S'kef. If he was in charge of this internal investigation, the first person he'd be looking at was the only fucking man in the entire fucking Weyr to fucking WIN off of someone NEARLY DYING.
On that point, actually, why was S'kef acting the Weyrleader. Weren't they supposed to wait for Nirinath to rise again and some dragon to stick their giant BRONZE dick into her? Tsuen should be running things... eh, okay maybe not. That woman was a hot mess too. So, it should be some old respectable bronzerider who hadn't lost the position of WEYRSECOND under the guise of falling ill. Erisi didn't buy it. Personally, if he wanted to be knifed in the back he would have walked up to S'kef and shoved a boot up the man's ass. Then he would have pronounced him the murder and also declared that he was completely inept to run a Weyr.
He should be running the Weyr, he as in Erisi. Erisi would rule the wherry dung out of Katila. Valerian would be made to suck him off daily, and that would be a victory in and of itself.
Now that was a glorious thought! The Weyrling smiled to himself as he approached an older craftsman. He had already paid the man beforehand, so it was a simple matter of picking up his clothes and leaving. The tailor had to bring in a few of his outfits, because well, Erisi was thinner than most people. By the time he got to the man he was no longer smiling, instead looking impatient. There was no reason for him to be friendly to some old fart. The only people he managed to look friendly to were the ones he wanted to sleep with, and that was self-explanatory.
"You haven't finished them?" Erisi drawled as he leaned forwards toward the man. When he got a reply that was satisfactory and the man disappeared to grab his clothes (most were scarfs, okay, he had some made up too - when he spent he spent) he turned away with a heavy sigh.
He just needed to run things. He'd do so much better. S'kef would call him a savior, many would kiss his feet even if they were covered in shit.
'Why are you not Bronze?'
Why are you not Valerian?
Touche, Charath.
