24.Apr.13, 02:37 PM
Aaaand, nothing. With his foot, he only hit a thigh that was suddenly there, and not the ginger apparatus he'd hoped to. His head hit the wall again, and there was the same thud as his skull made an indentation in its texture. Still, he hadn't hurt the man a single ounce.
So, S'kef wasn't responsible at all for stealing people? But he had just stood by and let it happen, didn't he? Even though he passed the blame off to Tsuen and D'ren, he heard no evidence that S'kef had tried to stand up for the stollens at all. But that was only a single issue on his mind. What about the sexism? The fact that the weyr was boring as frack? His busy-work assignments? His wanting to leave and go back home? All of these were unanswered, and even in his foggy stupor, he felt clear that S'kef was not about to lay an issue on his other angers.
"If you don't like it here, then leave. No one's stopping you.", his voice was cold, and Oahvakeen found his body free. "If I ever want to see the north again? That was never even a possibility and even you know that. We weren't borrowed, we were stollen. You can't dangle a nonexistant carrot over my head."
"You're not going to fight me.", he accidentally said his thought out loud, and furrowed his eyebrows.
He wanted to say something mean and angry but he couldn't think of any more insults.
"Rawrrrrggggrrr!", he simply snarled at the man. It was not a human thing to do, and so it wasn't very pretty. He picked up his feet, stomped one, and then the other. He turned, and stomped one foot at a time, beginning to make his way out the door ...
So, S'kef wasn't responsible at all for stealing people? But he had just stood by and let it happen, didn't he? Even though he passed the blame off to Tsuen and D'ren, he heard no evidence that S'kef had tried to stand up for the stollens at all. But that was only a single issue on his mind. What about the sexism? The fact that the weyr was boring as frack? His busy-work assignments? His wanting to leave and go back home? All of these were unanswered, and even in his foggy stupor, he felt clear that S'kef was not about to lay an issue on his other angers.
"If you don't like it here, then leave. No one's stopping you.", his voice was cold, and Oahvakeen found his body free. "If I ever want to see the north again? That was never even a possibility and even you know that. We weren't borrowed, we were stollen. You can't dangle a nonexistant carrot over my head."
"You're not going to fight me.", he accidentally said his thought out loud, and furrowed his eyebrows.
He wanted to say something mean and angry but he couldn't think of any more insults.
"Rawrrrrggggrrr!", he simply snarled at the man. It was not a human thing to do, and so it wasn't very pretty. He picked up his feet, stomped one, and then the other. He turned, and stomped one foot at a time, beginning to make his way out the door ...