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25.Apr.13, 08:00 PM
S'kef didn't bother to reply to the boy, not right away anyhow. He watched with annoyance and disapproval as Oahvakeen turned and huffed off, evidently heading back towards the main exit at the end of the hall. S'kef let him go and took a moment to compose himself.
Tyrrisath, stop him
With pleasure
The brown dragon was currently perched atop the hall, curled up on one side of the roof where his hide could best catch the sun. At his rider's command, he unrolled his powerful form and stepped down, uncoiling on the ground and stalking around to the front. He positioned himself in front of the door, red eyes whirling with curiosity and grim amusement as he curled up in front of the door.
He pressed his snout forward and pushed the door in just enough for his flaring nostrils and one red eye to be visible in the low interior light.Surprise he said lowly, allowing his laughter to ring in Oakvakeen's mind for a few seconds as S'kef stepped out of the room and followed at a slow but purposeful walk.
"You can't escape from me, boy. Now stop being a coward and turn around. Talk to me like a man, not like a ranting child! Unless of course, you want me to treat you like one!" the brownrider said, deep voice picking up where Tyrrisath's laughter had trailed off.
S'kef approached and pointed his whip at Oahvakeen. "What'll it be?" The boy was going to be lashed regardless. S'kef had lashed men (and women) for far smaller offenses, but he had other motives here.
"I'm sick of rumors, you cowardly little whelp. Let me set something straight with you...and you will look at me when I talk to you, boy!"
Tyrrisath, stop him
The brown dragon was currently perched atop the hall, curled up on one side of the roof where his hide could best catch the sun. At his rider's command, he unrolled his powerful form and stepped down, uncoiling on the ground and stalking around to the front. He positioned himself in front of the door, red eyes whirling with curiosity and grim amusement as he curled up in front of the door.
He pressed his snout forward and pushed the door in just enough for his flaring nostrils and one red eye to be visible in the low interior light.
"You can't escape from me, boy. Now stop being a coward and turn around. Talk to me like a man, not like a ranting child! Unless of course, you want me to treat you like one!" the brownrider said, deep voice picking up where Tyrrisath's laughter had trailed off.
S'kef approached and pointed his whip at Oahvakeen. "What'll it be?" The boy was going to be lashed regardless. S'kef had lashed men (and women) for far smaller offenses, but he had other motives here.
"I'm sick of rumors, you cowardly little whelp. Let me set something straight with you...and you will look at me when I talk to you, boy!"
