05.Feb.12, 11:03 PM
B'jin was oblivious to the world, but he was standing still now, swaying slightly before the Weyrleader. Larrikith was domeneering his mind, the warm flash of sunlight oon a wing, the possessive growl of a dragon who thought he had a right to her body, the whimsical voice of a bronze. Larrikith screeched again, challenging them all, and in the Dining Hall, B'jin's eyes flashed the challenge, while his lips twisted into a cocky smile as he at the Weyrleader with a wash of emotions the rider never ever would have dreamed of bestowing upon a man he highly regarded.
"B'jin!" The harsh sound of D'ren's insistant usage of his name caused the rider in question to shudder visibly, and he gulped in a massive breath, feeling very much like he'd just been dunked by a rather large bucket of water - which, given his current state, probably would have been a good idea - and stared at D'ren with huge eyes. Barely a moment passed, and he lifted his arms and gave the Weyrleader a solid shove in the chest, intent on sending the stockier man stumbling away from him, a hiss of challenge, or success, following. Before the entire motion was even completed, however, he was lost and his arms dropped to his side quickly, and his body went lax as Larrikith claimed his mind. They were one, and undeniable lust flashed across B'jin's face and resided deep in his brown eyes.
Larrikith shrieked again, shooting up into the air from where she had been sunning herself outside the Hall. Her gorgeous mossy coat shone brighter than any gold could dream of, naturally, and her lieth and light figure easily sped between those few that had come in to see what was going on and not landed yet. She barely paid them a mind as she aimed for the clouds like a lusty green arrow, and vanished into a thick clump. Her bugle of challenge issued out of it, muffled, before she shot off to the left, banking hard and streaking through the bright morning sunlight.
[sup]HORRID POST IS HORRID *dies of shame*
This post is also a Topic Starter for Larri's flight.[/sup]
"B'jin!" The harsh sound of D'ren's insistant usage of his name caused the rider in question to shudder visibly, and he gulped in a massive breath, feeling very much like he'd just been dunked by a rather large bucket of water - which, given his current state, probably would have been a good idea - and stared at D'ren with huge eyes. Barely a moment passed, and he lifted his arms and gave the Weyrleader a solid shove in the chest, intent on sending the stockier man stumbling away from him, a hiss of challenge, or success, following. Before the entire motion was even completed, however, he was lost and his arms dropped to his side quickly, and his body went lax as Larrikith claimed his mind. They were one, and undeniable lust flashed across B'jin's face and resided deep in his brown eyes.
Larrikith shrieked again, shooting up into the air from where she had been sunning herself outside the Hall. Her gorgeous mossy coat shone brighter than any gold could dream of, naturally, and her lieth and light figure easily sped between those few that had come in to see what was going on and not landed yet. She barely paid them a mind as she aimed for the clouds like a lusty green arrow, and vanished into a thick clump. Her bugle of challenge issued out of it, muffled, before she shot off to the left, banking hard and streaking through the bright morning sunlight.
[sup]HORRID POST IS HORRID *dies of shame*
This post is also a Topic Starter for Larri's flight.[/sup]