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09.Apr.13, 09:51 PM
The crowd was growing. S'kef whispered to the embattled bronzerider for several minutes before stepping away, nodding for his appointed security to approach and keep watch for shenanigans while he took care of some preliminary business. He figured it best to get this ugly matter over with as quickly as possible, but a few words were certainly in order. The crowd was still gathering, but according to Tyrrisath's reports, they would all be there soon enough. To hell with the stragglers, too. S'kef wanted this to be a message, but not a spectacle. Best not to let them stew in their bloodthirst or dread for too long. This was an act of business, impersonal and calculated.
Whatever he'd said to T'shiro was his own, and the stoic and defiant bronzerider didn't seem keen on sharing it, either. S'kef was having a hard time deciding how he felt about those words, his expression twisted with anger and hatred and dispassionate resolve all at once. He raised his hand to call the attention of the crowd, riding high off whatever emotions the brief conversation had stirred in him.
When the crowd fell momentarily silent, he found himself gazing across it. He searched for familiar faces; he could see R'nya speaking to some girl, and of course he was aware of J'ver lingering supportively close by. Where were M'bal and B'run, his great rivals? He hadn't seen M'bal in some time, though he wouldn't have been surprised if B'run showed his face to spite him. D'ren was absent as well, but according to Tyrrisath, Ronarth was stirring. S'kef expected an appearance, but he wasn't sure what form it would come in. That was bad news, too. Ronarth was a force to be reckoned with.
Tyrrisath, ask J'ver to find a way to keep D'ren away from here he whispered to the brown. The dragon relayed the message, requesting J'ver either find a way himself or find someone who could. J'ver was clever, and if it came down to it, there were direction options as well. Perhaps a gold to keep Ronarth under control...
He trusts you the dragon added at the end of the brief instructions, a soft touch that he may not have used in a less delicate situation.
Once that was done, S'kef finally spoke. "R'nya, step forward please," he said calmly. He'd planned on having R'nya read the executive order. Much like D'ren had always used S'kef to keep the blood off his own hands, S'kef would use that tactic now, though he still had every intention of dropping the bastard between himself. He looked over one shoulder, watching as his chosen guards flanked T'shiro while his dragon lurked behind him. It was a precarious position to be in, but this had to be the moment that things changed.
Whatever he'd said to T'shiro was his own, and the stoic and defiant bronzerider didn't seem keen on sharing it, either. S'kef was having a hard time deciding how he felt about those words, his expression twisted with anger and hatred and dispassionate resolve all at once. He raised his hand to call the attention of the crowd, riding high off whatever emotions the brief conversation had stirred in him.
When the crowd fell momentarily silent, he found himself gazing across it. He searched for familiar faces; he could see R'nya speaking to some girl, and of course he was aware of J'ver lingering supportively close by. Where were M'bal and B'run, his great rivals? He hadn't seen M'bal in some time, though he wouldn't have been surprised if B'run showed his face to spite him. D'ren was absent as well, but according to Tyrrisath, Ronarth was stirring. S'kef expected an appearance, but he wasn't sure what form it would come in. That was bad news, too. Ronarth was a force to be reckoned with.
Tyrrisath, ask J'ver to find a way to keep D'ren away from here he whispered to the brown. The dragon relayed the message, requesting J'ver either find a way himself or find someone who could. J'ver was clever, and if it came down to it, there were direction options as well. Perhaps a gold to keep Ronarth under control...
Once that was done, S'kef finally spoke. "R'nya, step forward please," he said calmly. He'd planned on having R'nya read the executive order. Much like D'ren had always used S'kef to keep the blood off his own hands, S'kef would use that tactic now, though he still had every intention of dropping the bastard between himself. He looked over one shoulder, watching as his chosen guards flanked T'shiro while his dragon lurked behind him. It was a precarious position to be in, but this had to be the moment that things changed.
