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29.Jul.13, 05:13 PM
Things had been going well. So well, in fact, that S'kef could hardly believe his fortune. Some days, he relished it. Others, he found himself waiting for the other shoe to drop. Was he really to lucky to sit where he was, at the top of their little world and poised to be at the top of so much more?
In many ways, the job was good for him. His paranoia had settled into a healthier, more reserved state of constant vigilance and his temper had become less explosive, though his viciousness was well intact. He no longer stalked the halls and huts in search of trouble. Instead, he just waited for the trouble to come to him. He didn't need to go marauding through the weyr on headhunting missions anymore; that was for Weyrseconds. That was for his old self. His new self had bigger fish to fry.
Today was a fine day indeed. He sat in the dining hall, mirroring an old habit of his much-maligned predecessor. He had a small plate of meatrolls and a glass of wine and had seated himself in the very back of the dining hall, enjoying his snack from a common man's point of view while his hawkish eyes scanned the crowd, quietly watching and occasionally scratching notes on the parchment at his side.
Flit was with him, watching with barely-contained excitement as various residents passed by. Some would stop to chat, offering services or underhanded insults in equal amounts, while others would skirt away and try to avoid eye contact. S'kef particularly loved it when they did that. Fear remained intoxicating, perhaps even more now than it had been before. It gave him a bigger sense of power than ass-kissing ever did.
Sensing the glee it gave her bonded, Flit would occasionally flutter after those who feared him the most, eyeing them and projecting her findings back to S'kef, though their bond and her training needed work before it would be truly efficient. It was a nice notion, though.
"Good girl," S'kef said, patting her as she returned from one suc expedition. She earned only a couple moments of his affection before he went back to his notes, smiling softly as he jotted a few things down. It really was a relaxing day. Now all he needed was some entertainment!
In many ways, the job was good for him. His paranoia had settled into a healthier, more reserved state of constant vigilance and his temper had become less explosive, though his viciousness was well intact. He no longer stalked the halls and huts in search of trouble. Instead, he just waited for the trouble to come to him. He didn't need to go marauding through the weyr on headhunting missions anymore; that was for Weyrseconds. That was for his old self. His new self had bigger fish to fry.
Today was a fine day indeed. He sat in the dining hall, mirroring an old habit of his much-maligned predecessor. He had a small plate of meatrolls and a glass of wine and had seated himself in the very back of the dining hall, enjoying his snack from a common man's point of view while his hawkish eyes scanned the crowd, quietly watching and occasionally scratching notes on the parchment at his side.
Flit was with him, watching with barely-contained excitement as various residents passed by. Some would stop to chat, offering services or underhanded insults in equal amounts, while others would skirt away and try to avoid eye contact. S'kef particularly loved it when they did that. Fear remained intoxicating, perhaps even more now than it had been before. It gave him a bigger sense of power than ass-kissing ever did.
Sensing the glee it gave her bonded, Flit would occasionally flutter after those who feared him the most, eyeing them and projecting her findings back to S'kef, though their bond and her training needed work before it would be truly efficient. It was a nice notion, though.
"Good girl," S'kef said, patting her as she returned from one suc expedition. She earned only a couple moments of his affection before he went back to his notes, smiling softly as he jotted a few things down. It really was a relaxing day. Now all he needed was some entertainment!
