29.Apr.13, 10:12 PM
Tyrrisath's nostrils flared and his eyes whirled devilishly as he looked back at Oahvakeen, silently daring the boy to lash out against him. Being a dragon, Tyrrisath lacked any interest in actually harming the human, but he had not forgotten the fact that the wretch had attacked his bonded. The dragon watched silently and irritably as Oahvakeen made his uncertain threats, though in the back of his own mind, S'kef could sense Tyrrisath's unspoken responses.
The dragon snorted, then pushed his snout forward quite suddenly, aiming to put the human on his ass in the floor. Pest.
The brownrider strode closer, only to break out into a grin when his favorite greenrider made an appearance. "J'ver," the brownrider said, nodding his head in appreciation as the other man made his appearance. How fitting! His little sneak had showed up at the perfect time, just as always. He was so reliable and thorough, always trotting along at S'kef's side when needed and working his unseen magic when he was not...he really was a delightful little devil.
S'kef briefly slid one arm around the greenrider's waist and leaned in to plant a light hiss on his cheek before releasing him and sliding past him. "I hope you're wrong, J'ver, but I suspect that you are not," S'kef said, locking his eyes on Oahvakeen. "If this boy were willing to listen to reason, he might realize that cooperation is his only change of ever going home...for if it were up to Tsuen, all of us would rot in this forsaken jungle for the rest of our lives..."
He paused, then smiled almost pleasantly. "...But now that it is up to me...I would love nothing more than to take everyone home."
Sure, he was loading his words a bit, but in essence they were true. Dragonriders deserved to rule, not to hide in the mud. He would see them returned to the north, where they could take their rightful place and where the unhappy northerners could go home. They were no use if they were unwilling, and S'kef rather liked the idea of being seen as the man who took the stolen children home...not the lunatic who took them in the first place. He figured he would need the good publicity, and there was no sense in raising a new generation of dragonriders who would hate the old...
How funny. D'ren often harped on how the northerners should be treated better to avoid that very outcome...but S'kef was actually willing to do something about it. Stupid old man!
"Now, of course he'll be punished for his attack on me," S'kef said with a sneer. "But if he's wise, he'll shut his mouth and listen first. Do you ever want to go home, boy? Do you want to cooperate with me and ensure that day day comes sooner, or would you rather suffer in this jungle even longer? You think you're the only one who has to live with Tsuen and D'ren's disgusting mess? Stop being a martyr and adding to the problem. Help me fix it instead. "
The dragon snorted, then pushed his snout forward quite suddenly, aiming to put the human on his ass in the floor. Pest.
The brownrider strode closer, only to break out into a grin when his favorite greenrider made an appearance. "J'ver," the brownrider said, nodding his head in appreciation as the other man made his appearance. How fitting! His little sneak had showed up at the perfect time, just as always. He was so reliable and thorough, always trotting along at S'kef's side when needed and working his unseen magic when he was not...he really was a delightful little devil.
S'kef briefly slid one arm around the greenrider's waist and leaned in to plant a light hiss on his cheek before releasing him and sliding past him. "I hope you're wrong, J'ver, but I suspect that you are not," S'kef said, locking his eyes on Oahvakeen. "If this boy were willing to listen to reason, he might realize that cooperation is his only change of ever going home...for if it were up to Tsuen, all of us would rot in this forsaken jungle for the rest of our lives..."
He paused, then smiled almost pleasantly. "...But now that it is up to me...I would love nothing more than to take everyone home."
Sure, he was loading his words a bit, but in essence they were true. Dragonriders deserved to rule, not to hide in the mud. He would see them returned to the north, where they could take their rightful place and where the unhappy northerners could go home. They were no use if they were unwilling, and S'kef rather liked the idea of being seen as the man who took the stolen children home...not the lunatic who took them in the first place. He figured he would need the good publicity, and there was no sense in raising a new generation of dragonriders who would hate the old...
How funny. D'ren often harped on how the northerners should be treated better to avoid that very outcome...but S'kef was actually willing to do something about it. Stupid old man!
"Now, of course he'll be punished for his attack on me," S'kef said with a sneer. "But if he's wise, he'll shut his mouth and listen first. Do you ever want to go home, boy? Do you want to cooperate with me and ensure that day day comes sooner, or would you rather suffer in this jungle even longer? You think you're the only one who has to live with Tsuen and D'ren's disgusting mess? Stop being a martyr and adding to the problem. Help me fix it instead. "