20.Nov.12, 07:06 PM
S'kef winked. That was good to know.
"Just think," he said, voice lowering, "how easy it will be for you. No more humiliating wing practices and no more howling from that dog T'shiro." The brownrider practically purred as he spoke, as proud himself as if he'd already succeeded. "I do forsee a few potential problems, though. More from brownriders than other bronzeriders." His eyes widened subtly and he gave a firm nod, trusting that J'ver would know of whom he spoke.
"But that's a concern for another day. I want you to sleep easy, knowing that soon no one will ever be able to hurt you again." His lip curled in resentment as he thought about the animals that so harassed his poor pet. J'ver was the perfect greenrider, proper and obedient. He was handsome and polished, poised, polite, clever...he was the model that all those mewling fools should aspire to be! Instead of being admired, he was persecuted by wretches like A'liran and B'jin! And their wingmates were the very worst. Oh, how badly S'kef wanted to tear down those fools for daring to speak ill of his mate!
The anger smoldered in his eyes for a moment as he thought about it. He didn't need to let his emotions get the better of him, though. After all, they were in public. He scowled at nothing in particular and leaned back in his chair.
"...I think that M'bal is especially insufferable. Other than T'shiro, of course." While not exactly a gossip, the brownrider certainly liked taking his anger out on people who couldn't defend themselves. Helpless people were ideal, but absent ones would work in a pinch. Besides, it was best to get back to casual conversation now, and he knew how dearly J'ver enjoyed trashtalking morons.
"Just think," he said, voice lowering, "how easy it will be for you. No more humiliating wing practices and no more howling from that dog T'shiro." The brownrider practically purred as he spoke, as proud himself as if he'd already succeeded. "I do forsee a few potential problems, though. More from brownriders than other bronzeriders." His eyes widened subtly and he gave a firm nod, trusting that J'ver would know of whom he spoke.
"But that's a concern for another day. I want you to sleep easy, knowing that soon no one will ever be able to hurt you again." His lip curled in resentment as he thought about the animals that so harassed his poor pet. J'ver was the perfect greenrider, proper and obedient. He was handsome and polished, poised, polite, clever...he was the model that all those mewling fools should aspire to be! Instead of being admired, he was persecuted by wretches like A'liran and B'jin! And their wingmates were the very worst. Oh, how badly S'kef wanted to tear down those fools for daring to speak ill of his mate!
The anger smoldered in his eyes for a moment as he thought about it. He didn't need to let his emotions get the better of him, though. After all, they were in public. He scowled at nothing in particular and leaned back in his chair.
"...I think that M'bal is especially insufferable. Other than T'shiro, of course." While not exactly a gossip, the brownrider certainly liked taking his anger out on people who couldn't defend themselves. Helpless people were ideal, but absent ones would work in a pinch. Besides, it was best to get back to casual conversation now, and he knew how dearly J'ver enjoyed trashtalking morons.