27.Aug.12, 10:26 PM
"That's the problem, pal," A'liran said as he walked along. He looked around periodically, scanning the darkness for any signs of toruble. He knew it was a bit paranoid to expect something else to happen, but he couldn't help himself. Seeing V'zire's pain intensified his own resentment, but it also inspired just a hint of fear in him. A'liran knew that at the end of the day, many of those above wouldn't see a difference between an aggressive greenrider like himself or a sweet one like V'zire. If they did, it might not be the kind of difference he hoped for, either.
Maybe it just brought back memories. Memories of bad flights, memories of nights out gone wrong. A'liran loved to blame his attacks, but he also knew he brought some of it on himself. It didn't excuse his attacks for their crimes, but what did he expect would happen when he picked fights he knew he couldn't win? Was it the thrill of the conflict? Did he enjoy danger?
A little bit, but not when he had someone to protect.
After his pause, he spoke again. "....That's the problem," he repeated. "Some of them DO know right from wrong, but they just don't care. It's all about what they can get for themselves." He shook his head as he spoke. "You're pretty tough stuff." A'liran admired the trusting, gentle nature he was in his fellow greenrider. V'zire was a little bit skittish or whatever, yeah...but his innocence and sweetness were unmarred by what he'd gone through. A'liran almost wished he had the same quality that made that possible, but it was a fleeting through. He'd never been very innocent, or sweet. What he saw in V'zire was a different kind of strength than what he possessed. It was a shame so few would recognize it.
Any sign of him?
Nope. Tyrrisath and his rider have gone to sleep, I believe
Thank Faranth
A'liran paused as an idea came to him. He smiled, then reached into his pocket. "Once we get you home, how do you feel about a game of dragon poker?" he inquired, pulling out a pack of cards. Poor V'zire would need something to distract him that evening.
I figure at this point, they're almost back. New thread?
Maybe it just brought back memories. Memories of bad flights, memories of nights out gone wrong. A'liran loved to blame his attacks, but he also knew he brought some of it on himself. It didn't excuse his attacks for their crimes, but what did he expect would happen when he picked fights he knew he couldn't win? Was it the thrill of the conflict? Did he enjoy danger?
A little bit, but not when he had someone to protect.
After his pause, he spoke again. "....That's the problem," he repeated. "Some of them DO know right from wrong, but they just don't care. It's all about what they can get for themselves." He shook his head as he spoke. "You're pretty tough stuff." A'liran admired the trusting, gentle nature he was in his fellow greenrider. V'zire was a little bit skittish or whatever, yeah...but his innocence and sweetness were unmarred by what he'd gone through. A'liran almost wished he had the same quality that made that possible, but it was a fleeting through. He'd never been very innocent, or sweet. What he saw in V'zire was a different kind of strength than what he possessed. It was a shame so few would recognize it.
Any sign of him?
Nope. Tyrrisath and his rider have gone to sleep, I believe
Thank Faranth
A'liran paused as an idea came to him. He smiled, then reached into his pocket. "Once we get you home, how do you feel about a game of dragon poker?" he inquired, pulling out a pack of cards. Poor V'zire would need something to distract him that evening.
I figure at this point, they're almost back. New thread?