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20.Apr.13, 10:27 AM
Well, this was something else. S'kef raised a brow and watched as the young man ranted, unconvinced until the very end that such a self-righteous, laughably random little outburst could possibly be serious. Well, at least until Oahvakeen launched and unwieldy kick at his head.
S'kef frowned and stepped backwards, awkwardly evading the attack, and found himself filled with the momentary desire to wring the kid's neck. "What the shards!?" he growled, staring unbelieving at the angry youngster. Flit let out a shriek of rage and flared her little wings, but she lacked the actual grit to swoop over and attack the young man, even in self-defense of her bonded.
The shocked brownrider reached for his whip and lashed out at the young man, aiming for his legs. He only swung once before he felt Tyrrisath's dour presence butt into the back of his mind, reminding him that if he committed an act of bloody murder in the hallway, his days as Weyrleader would be numbered and his plans would go unrealized.
Wait, plans. Plans!
S'kef's wily grin cut through the anger on his face. Confused but pleased at the sudden change, Flit crooned and licked his cheek. "Kid," S'kef said, not bothering to try to remember Oahvakeen's name. He righted himself, dropping his aggressive posture and tapping the whip in the palm of his hand rather than raising it again. His fingers still itched to tan the brat's hide, but Tyrrisath was right, this was an opportunity. "You've got a name, right? What's your name, kid?"
He crossed his arm and took a step closer, stern eyes wandering over the young man, searching for warnings of more attacks and practically daring him to actually act on any inclinations. S'kef was doing Tyrrisath a favor by listening to his warning, but that didn't mean he wouldn't relish an excuse to tear into the young man. S'kef could still feel his blood pumping in sheer anger at having been attacked in such a foolhardy way! But no...he needed to stay calm. Calm.
"You'd do well to remember who you're talking to," S'kef said, sneering just lightly. He smiled a little immediately afterwards, trying to play his irritation off as a mild joke. "I think you and I should have a chat. Walk with me?"
Flit hissed. It wasn't a question!
S'kef frowned and stepped backwards, awkwardly evading the attack, and found himself filled with the momentary desire to wring the kid's neck. "What the shards!?" he growled, staring unbelieving at the angry youngster. Flit let out a shriek of rage and flared her little wings, but she lacked the actual grit to swoop over and attack the young man, even in self-defense of her bonded.
The shocked brownrider reached for his whip and lashed out at the young man, aiming for his legs. He only swung once before he felt Tyrrisath's dour presence butt into the back of his mind, reminding him that if he committed an act of bloody murder in the hallway, his days as Weyrleader would be numbered and his plans would go unrealized.
Wait, plans. Plans!
S'kef's wily grin cut through the anger on his face. Confused but pleased at the sudden change, Flit crooned and licked his cheek. "Kid," S'kef said, not bothering to try to remember Oahvakeen's name. He righted himself, dropping his aggressive posture and tapping the whip in the palm of his hand rather than raising it again. His fingers still itched to tan the brat's hide, but Tyrrisath was right, this was an opportunity. "You've got a name, right? What's your name, kid?"
He crossed his arm and took a step closer, stern eyes wandering over the young man, searching for warnings of more attacks and practically daring him to actually act on any inclinations. S'kef was doing Tyrrisath a favor by listening to his warning, but that didn't mean he wouldn't relish an excuse to tear into the young man. S'kef could still feel his blood pumping in sheer anger at having been attacked in such a foolhardy way! But no...he needed to stay calm. Calm.
"You'd do well to remember who you're talking to," S'kef said, sneering just lightly. He smiled a little immediately afterwards, trying to play his irritation off as a mild joke. "I think you and I should have a chat. Walk with me?"
Flit hissed. It wasn't a question!
