25.Mar.13, 08:16 AM
B'run's knuckles popped as he clenched his fists. Olemuth roared again, rearing on his hind legs and unfurling his wings. The man's eyes darted to the whip and while fear lumped in his throat, his voice came out a vicious growl instead. He was so very thankful that it didn't waiver. "I'll take her's. Maybe you'll get lucky and I'll bleed out." His eyes locked on S'kef's again and he spat to the side. He wanted a drink. "Whipping her proves you care about women's opinions. Whipping me doubly shows you think she follows my lead. Which is it, Brownrider? Woman got you scared?"
What are you doing?
Pissin' on boots. What are you doing?
Planning how to save your sorry hide.
Worry about R'ana. I can handle the lash better than she can.
The bronze wrapped himself around Shanith as though by protecting the dragon he could protect the rider. Red eyes swirled rapidly, wanting to do something to help but not knowing how to interfere without landing B'run in more trouble than he already was in.
Lovely wrapped around B'run's neck hissed and his fair of greens let out screeches of anger, their eyes red. For all the man was surrounded by women he certainly had a pair on him. He was talking quick, wanting to provoke S'kef into leaving R'ana alone. "She's scared. Fear that something migh' come down on you is a whole lot scarier than it happenin'." Come on you power crazed lunatic. Listen! B'run's voice had lowered, like he was doing his best to keep others from hearing. His eyes flicked up to Xyrieth, though he dismissed the dragon and went back to S'kef. The bronze wasn't S'kef's, B'run wasn't concerned about him. Olemuth had already proven that he couldn't be pushed in one direction or the other.
Pissin' on boots. What are you doing?
Worry about R'ana. I can handle the lash better than she can.
The bronze wrapped himself around Shanith as though by protecting the dragon he could protect the rider. Red eyes swirled rapidly, wanting to do something to help but not knowing how to interfere without landing B'run in more trouble than he already was in.
Lovely wrapped around B'run's neck hissed and his fair of greens let out screeches of anger, their eyes red. For all the man was surrounded by women he certainly had a pair on him. He was talking quick, wanting to provoke S'kef into leaving R'ana alone. "She's scared. Fear that something migh' come down on you is a whole lot scarier than it happenin'." Come on you power crazed lunatic. Listen! B'run's voice had lowered, like he was doing his best to keep others from hearing. His eyes flicked up to Xyrieth, though he dismissed the dragon and went back to S'kef. The bronze wasn't S'kef's, B'run wasn't concerned about him. Olemuth had already proven that he couldn't be pushed in one direction or the other.