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23.Apr.13, 11:42 PM
He was late. And it was entirely Berruth's fault for attempting to refuse to come to the execution. The contrite bronze shuffled behind him, apology in every line of his body. T'rel hated forcing his dragon into anything, he got the feeling it chipped away at what little initiative and intelligence the beast had left, but it was for both of them that they were attending this.
Once again, the beast tried to break away from T'rel's control, this time when he saw Crucilith.We're killing him! No I won't...I won't... The force T'rel had to use to get him to quiet up and behave made the dragon whine, but he obediently settled near the group guarding S'kef at last.
He really truly wished the bronze hadn't become so delicate. Creeling softly, Berruth shrunk into himself a bit, the bronze's eyes whirling a distressed orange. T'rel ignored his distress. He would forget all of this soon. The dragon had a very bad memory. T'rel was grateful for that much.
A blue eye lingered on the condemned man, and then on his dragon. T'rel through Berruth would help hold him, but hoped he wouldn't have to.No. I won't. The dragon was ignored, T'rel coming to parade rest, face entirely too calm.
The weyr needed this. Discipline, a show of force to to make those too stupid to behave see there would be consequences for their actions. This would break the will of any stupid enough to try and rebel. He just wished the weyrleader had made sure everyone had to see this. Any who weren't strong enough had to be either female or green. They could go between with T'shiro and the weyr would be all the better for it.
Tsuen's entry was unsettlingly quick, Berruth's bark of alarm coming out before T'rel could hush him. He was at the wrong angle to assist, so settled for making sure noone else came to mess this up until T'shiro was dead and S'kef was back. For a moment, he felt the barest hint of a twinge, shame. T'shiro was a problem, whether he was guilty or not, or he would be alive now, but he was still a rider. The feeling was squashed. This whole thing was probably some woman's fault or a green rider's. When he found out who, he would make sure they paid for causing the death of a bronzerider.
Berruth shuddered as Crucilith reacted, the bronze's anguish tearing at T'rel's mind until he slammed the beast out. Only when the condemned man's dragon had winked between and the dragons keened did T'rel go to Berruth. The beast pulled away from his pat, then sank into it with a low moan. Clearly, T'rel had overestimated him. With a gentleness he would have been enraged had anyone seen it, he addressed him. "It's over, Berruth." The dragon was still shaking, enough so that T'rel sighed and made a note to find Berruth a nice green to curl around tonight. He would give them both nightmares if he wasn't distracted.
He turned to leave, only pausing a second as Emalore reacted then going on his way, trusting the situation would be dealt with. Berruth too would be dealt with once he was distracted. For a moment T'rel looked out over the crowd, looking for Terken. Not seeing him, he frowned, rage overtaking him. He had told him to be there. Where is he?
Berruth refused to tell him a moment, then relented.His hut. The canines are going nuts because of the keening. Fury guided T'rel to Terken's hut, the anger at Berruth for his weakness and Terken for ignoring orders combining as T'rel went in search of his son. There was more business to be done yet today.
Once again, the beast tried to break away from T'rel's control, this time when he saw Crucilith.
He really truly wished the bronze hadn't become so delicate. Creeling softly, Berruth shrunk into himself a bit, the bronze's eyes whirling a distressed orange. T'rel ignored his distress. He would forget all of this soon. The dragon had a very bad memory. T'rel was grateful for that much.
A blue eye lingered on the condemned man, and then on his dragon. T'rel through Berruth would help hold him, but hoped he wouldn't have to.
The weyr needed this. Discipline, a show of force to to make those too stupid to behave see there would be consequences for their actions. This would break the will of any stupid enough to try and rebel. He just wished the weyrleader had made sure everyone had to see this. Any who weren't strong enough had to be either female or green. They could go between with T'shiro and the weyr would be all the better for it.
Tsuen's entry was unsettlingly quick, Berruth's bark of alarm coming out before T'rel could hush him. He was at the wrong angle to assist, so settled for making sure noone else came to mess this up until T'shiro was dead and S'kef was back. For a moment, he felt the barest hint of a twinge, shame. T'shiro was a problem, whether he was guilty or not, or he would be alive now, but he was still a rider. The feeling was squashed. This whole thing was probably some woman's fault or a green rider's. When he found out who, he would make sure they paid for causing the death of a bronzerider.
Berruth shuddered as Crucilith reacted, the bronze's anguish tearing at T'rel's mind until he slammed the beast out. Only when the condemned man's dragon had winked between and the dragons keened did T'rel go to Berruth. The beast pulled away from his pat, then sank into it with a low moan. Clearly, T'rel had overestimated him. With a gentleness he would have been enraged had anyone seen it, he addressed him. "It's over, Berruth." The dragon was still shaking, enough so that T'rel sighed and made a note to find Berruth a nice green to curl around tonight. He would give them both nightmares if he wasn't distracted.
He turned to leave, only pausing a second as Emalore reacted then going on his way, trusting the situation would be dealt with. Berruth too would be dealt with once he was distracted. For a moment T'rel looked out over the crowd, looking for Terken. Not seeing him, he frowned, rage overtaking him. He had told him to be there. Where is he?
Berruth refused to tell him a moment, then relented.
