02.Apr.13, 09:34 PM
S'kef had always enjoyed this sort of thing more than he should. Nothing quite equaled the smug satisfaction that he got from smashing B'jin to pieces that day, or the true and legitimate pleasure that he got from doing the same to his sweet J'ver, of course. It was still supremely satisfying to put these smug little hooligans in their place. He had to suppress a grim smile as he felt his whip connect each time, and his ears honed in on each gasp and cry, all serving as his own rewards for a job well done.
He could still remember the days when he could get away with anything, when D'ren was blind to all of his actions. He still remembered the fear that came whenever he moved through the Weyr, the way they turned their eyes and whispered his name like a curse. Things had changed since then, but he still felt that same sense of power and hunger. It was all they deserved for their traitorous behavior. It was all he deserved for his hard work. Until the thugs and rebels that made up the Katilan population learned their lessons, there would be nothing but chaos and heartache in their miserable little jungle hovel. D'ren had asked nicely for them to shape up, but S'kef had every intention of making them.
Look at them all. It's like they were begging to be pointed in the right direction, and they didn't even know it yet.
When he was done, he stepped away. He watched in silence as B'run and Ravana composed themsleves, the latter only with help from R'nya. "You're dismissed," S'kef said, nodding politely to R'nya, though he assumed that the others understood that they were included as well. Behind him, Tyrrisath let out a low growl and pushed his snout forward, red eyes locking onto B'run in particular, the one who had dared mock his color. Tyrrisath had never been too hung up on the fact that he wasn't a bronze, but anything that vexed his rider vexed him as well. Tyrrisath would soon forget the slight, but S'kef would not.
"Now if you'll excuse me, I have a graduation to attend." He needed to go back and make nice to the crowd..and remind them that if anything else went wrong, he had no problem with a repeat performance.
He could still remember the days when he could get away with anything, when D'ren was blind to all of his actions. He still remembered the fear that came whenever he moved through the Weyr, the way they turned their eyes and whispered his name like a curse. Things had changed since then, but he still felt that same sense of power and hunger. It was all they deserved for their traitorous behavior. It was all he deserved for his hard work. Until the thugs and rebels that made up the Katilan population learned their lessons, there would be nothing but chaos and heartache in their miserable little jungle hovel. D'ren had asked nicely for them to shape up, but S'kef had every intention of making them.
Look at them all. It's like they were begging to be pointed in the right direction, and they didn't even know it yet.
When he was done, he stepped away. He watched in silence as B'run and Ravana composed themsleves, the latter only with help from R'nya. "You're dismissed," S'kef said, nodding politely to R'nya, though he assumed that the others understood that they were included as well. Behind him, Tyrrisath let out a low growl and pushed his snout forward, red eyes locking onto B'run in particular, the one who had dared mock his color. Tyrrisath had never been too hung up on the fact that he wasn't a bronze, but anything that vexed his rider vexed him as well. Tyrrisath would soon forget the slight, but S'kef would not.
"Now if you'll excuse me, I have a graduation to attend." He needed to go back and make nice to the crowd..and remind them that if anything else went wrong, he had no problem with a repeat performance.