Hello loves! While I haven't been writing, I have been working on updating some issues that have been hanging around on the layout! The Character change box is now at the bottom of the page, beside the up/down arrows! Green and Gold dragon flight dates have been shifted to the bottom of the page, where the (useless!) discord widget was located. Where the dragon flights were in the header, is now replaced by a Monthly Event box! This will be updated at the start of each month, with a fun mini-event you can take part in, if you want to! Thistle!
01.Apr.13, 10:59 PM
Olemuth's voice was as calm as ever.
He will bleed.
He knew full well what B'run was walking into. He'd been through it before. He wrapped his wings around Shanith and R'ana, crooning his comfort to them and watching as B'run calmly walked forward. He stripped off the vest and shirt, threw them at R'nya as he spat to the side. "Hold those, will ya? Girls, go to Olemuth." His fair took to the air, eyes still red, but they swarmed the bronze, standing out brightly on his dark hide. He locked eyes with S'kef and he smiled.
B'run the Bastard smiled.
He turned his back, dropped to his knees and kept his gaze on the ground. The whip slithered across the ground. Silence, in S'kef's hands. It fell back. Crack! B'run screamed and Olemuth roared, rising up and spreading his wings. "You stay back!" B'run snarled at his dragon. His fair of fire lizards rose into the sky, confused by the pain and wanting to help but that would be disobeying. They cried their confusion and swarmed over Shanith and Olemuth.
Crack!
His cry was quieter than time. Blood dribbled out of his mouth as he bit his tongue in an effort to keep from crying. His back was already a mess of scars and these would only add to it. He wanted a smoke. He wanted a drink. He wanted to shove a woman into the dirt and fuck her. He wanted to wash Olemuth. He wanted to hold Berani and watch her play with Brat. He wanted to mock A'liran and watch the greenrider laugh at him. He wanted to do anything but -
Crack!
Olemuth bellowed his rage, sound carrying across the weyr. "Stay there, love. Stay there. I'm fine. I'm fine. I'll be fine. Just pain. It goes away. Just pain... You stay there. I'll be fine. Lovely, don't you-"
Crack!
He spat blood to the side and did his best to stay upright. Four. He was at four. How many had S'kef said? Had he said? At what number would he stop? Had he missed a lash? His body felt like it was on fire. Pain was all he could focus on and any attempt to clear his mind and dwell on other things failed. He blocked Olemuth out. Blocked Lovely, Hush, Brat and Ali out. He shut down and shouted his own rage as his dragon had.
Crack!
Five? Was that five? He didn't know. He gritted his teeth. Crack! Crack! Crack! Crack! He could feel blood dribbling down his back and, strangely, worried over whether or not it would come out of his pants. Jisralna would know. He didn't hear the whip. Didn't feel it. He was thirsty.
Crack! Of course. It couldn't have been easy. Crack! Crack! Crack! Crack! B'run slumped forward. But then silence came again. S'kef was saying something, but B'run couldn't hear. Blood was pounding in his ears and he reached out for Olemuth. He rose up, staggering to the side. Drinking before a lashing was never a good idea. He'd have to keep that in mind. Clumsily, he reached for his clothes, pausing to spit yet again. At least his cheek had stopped bleeding. "We done here?" His vision swam.
He didn't wait for an answer. He wanted to sleep forever and wanted the comfort of a woman's arms - Shells, he'd take the comfort of a man's arms at this point -and his dragon's hide. He wanted to bathe in numbweed. His world spun and he paused in his walking to let the world fix itself. He doubled over and retched, wine and dinner hitting the ground.
Somehow he made it to Olemuth's side and leaned against the bronze. He crooned and kept the fair from swarming his rider. Quietly, the bronzerider glanced towards R'ana. "You okay? Think you can make it to a hut?" He didn't care if he bled all over someone else's hut at this point. He just wanted to bleed laying down. "Ali, go find Jisralna." The green chirped and obeyed, disappearing Between.
He knew full well what B'run was walking into. He'd been through it before. He wrapped his wings around Shanith and R'ana, crooning his comfort to them and watching as B'run calmly walked forward. He stripped off the vest and shirt, threw them at R'nya as he spat to the side. "Hold those, will ya? Girls, go to Olemuth." His fair took to the air, eyes still red, but they swarmed the bronze, standing out brightly on his dark hide. He locked eyes with S'kef and he smiled.
B'run the Bastard smiled.
He turned his back, dropped to his knees and kept his gaze on the ground. The whip slithered across the ground. Silence, in S'kef's hands. It fell back. Crack! B'run screamed and Olemuth roared, rising up and spreading his wings. "You stay back!" B'run snarled at his dragon. His fair of fire lizards rose into the sky, confused by the pain and wanting to help but that would be disobeying. They cried their confusion and swarmed over Shanith and Olemuth.
Crack!
His cry was quieter than time. Blood dribbled out of his mouth as he bit his tongue in an effort to keep from crying. His back was already a mess of scars and these would only add to it. He wanted a smoke. He wanted a drink. He wanted to shove a woman into the dirt and fuck her. He wanted to wash Olemuth. He wanted to hold Berani and watch her play with Brat. He wanted to mock A'liran and watch the greenrider laugh at him. He wanted to do anything but -
Crack!
Olemuth bellowed his rage, sound carrying across the weyr. "Stay there, love. Stay there. I'm fine. I'm fine. I'll be fine. Just pain. It goes away. Just pain... You stay there. I'll be fine. Lovely, don't you-"
Crack!
He spat blood to the side and did his best to stay upright. Four. He was at four. How many had S'kef said? Had he said? At what number would he stop? Had he missed a lash? His body felt like it was on fire. Pain was all he could focus on and any attempt to clear his mind and dwell on other things failed. He blocked Olemuth out. Blocked Lovely, Hush, Brat and Ali out. He shut down and shouted his own rage as his dragon had.
Crack!
Five? Was that five? He didn't know. He gritted his teeth. Crack! Crack! Crack! Crack! He could feel blood dribbling down his back and, strangely, worried over whether or not it would come out of his pants. Jisralna would know. He didn't hear the whip. Didn't feel it. He was thirsty.
Crack! Of course. It couldn't have been easy. Crack! Crack! Crack! Crack! B'run slumped forward. But then silence came again. S'kef was saying something, but B'run couldn't hear. Blood was pounding in his ears and he reached out for Olemuth. He rose up, staggering to the side. Drinking before a lashing was never a good idea. He'd have to keep that in mind. Clumsily, he reached for his clothes, pausing to spit yet again. At least his cheek had stopped bleeding. "We done here?" His vision swam.
He didn't wait for an answer. He wanted to sleep forever and wanted the comfort of a woman's arms - Shells, he'd take the comfort of a man's arms at this point -and his dragon's hide. He wanted to bathe in numbweed. His world spun and he paused in his walking to let the world fix itself. He doubled over and retched, wine and dinner hitting the ground.
Somehow he made it to Olemuth's side and leaned against the bronze. He crooned and kept the fair from swarming his rider. Quietly, the bronzerider glanced towards R'ana. "You okay? Think you can make it to a hut?" He didn't care if he bled all over someone else's hut at this point. He just wanted to bleed laying down. "Ali, go find Jisralna." The green chirped and obeyed, disappearing Between.
