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12.May.13, 11:50 PM
S'kef's anger blinded him to all logic and reason, his heart slamming in his chest and his shoulders heaving with vicious, snarling curses as he lashed out at the young man again and again. Behind him, S'kef heard a disgusted J'ver murmur "Kill him," before slithering off. S;kef noticed, but he didn't blame the poor dear. This was gruesome work, not fit for a delicate beauty such as J'ver, and the greenriders skills would be better used elsewhere.
Kill him!
The command rang in his mind, echoed by his own rage. He wasn't even completely aware that he'd repeated it, or even that he meant it, but in those murderous few moments where his adrenaline hit it's high point and his carefully manicured sense of self-restraint and pragmatism crumbled, he certainly did mean it. He forced his will on the dragon who so tenuously held the young man in his teeth, their shared ire overwhelming the beast for a few moments.
Oahvakeen had attacked him. Oahvakeen had attacked S'kef. He wished to murder Tyrrisath's rider! He wished to murder them both! He was trying to take S'kef away from him!
His teeth gnashed.
Tyrrisath bit down and slung his head, not only grinding the young man's flesh, but also tossing him cruelly into the wall. However, the gruesome sound of broken bone and the wet tearing of flesh seemed to snap the beast back to his senses, the wild instinct to protect S'kef fading in favor of the gentle instinct to never harm a human. The dragon ignoed S'kef's harsh command, releasing and watching as he dropped Oahvakeen to the floor. The dragon's eyes burned red, and for a few moments he didn't believe what he'd done.
He reached out to S'kef, who had since stumbled away and dropped his whip. He looked over the scene and was momentarily shocked, but he quickly masked it with a cold and dour expression.
He took a moment to silently console Tyrrisath, who was doing his best to shield S'kef from just how disturbed he was. He didn't want S'kef to know. It was always been Tyrrisath's creed to overlook his rider's evils, to support him silently and justify his actions however he needed to. The dragon loved his bonded, as all dragons did, but when they had bonded, Tyrrisath expected to make S'kef into a great man. He didn't realize that the best way to make him a great man was to be his devil's advocate. Many blamed Tyrrisath for changing S'kef, but it was really S'kef who had changed Tyrrisath.
Either way, Tyrrisath had never before taken such an active role. The dragon's eyes silently flushed yellow and he backed away and retreated outside. S'kef found it difficult to reach the dragon's mind, but the wave of nausea told S'kef all he needed to know.
I'm sorry, Tyrrisath. Tyrrisath knew.
S'kef picked up his whip and wiped some sweat from his forehead. He'd really done it this time. He'd lost his temper...spectacularly. This had the potential to be a big mess. For a few seconds, he considered tossing the boy between and being done with it, but he wasn't sure if he could put his dragon through that. Dragons were not meant to hurt people. Tyrrisath had been silently reluctant to toss T'shiro between, as any dragon would have been, so S'kef decided not to put him through it again.
Would it make Oahvakeen a martyr? S'kef would make sure it didn't. If he let the little rat live, he would not let it come back to haunt him. He grimaced, swinging his foot in an attempt to put a boot in the boy's ribs one last time. "I hope you find a healer in time," he hissed before stepping over him to walk outside. Tyrrisath was more important than anything right now.
Kill him!
The command rang in his mind, echoed by his own rage. He wasn't even completely aware that he'd repeated it, or even that he meant it, but in those murderous few moments where his adrenaline hit it's high point and his carefully manicured sense of self-restraint and pragmatism crumbled, he certainly did mean it. He forced his will on the dragon who so tenuously held the young man in his teeth, their shared ire overwhelming the beast for a few moments.
Oahvakeen had attacked him. Oahvakeen had attacked S'kef. He wished to murder Tyrrisath's rider! He wished to murder them both! He was trying to take S'kef away from him!
His teeth gnashed.
Tyrrisath bit down and slung his head, not only grinding the young man's flesh, but also tossing him cruelly into the wall. However, the gruesome sound of broken bone and the wet tearing of flesh seemed to snap the beast back to his senses, the wild instinct to protect S'kef fading in favor of the gentle instinct to never harm a human. The dragon ignoed S'kef's harsh command, releasing and watching as he dropped Oahvakeen to the floor. The dragon's eyes burned red, and for a few moments he didn't believe what he'd done.
He reached out to S'kef, who had since stumbled away and dropped his whip. He looked over the scene and was momentarily shocked, but he quickly masked it with a cold and dour expression.
He took a moment to silently console Tyrrisath, who was doing his best to shield S'kef from just how disturbed he was. He didn't want S'kef to know. It was always been Tyrrisath's creed to overlook his rider's evils, to support him silently and justify his actions however he needed to. The dragon loved his bonded, as all dragons did, but when they had bonded, Tyrrisath expected to make S'kef into a great man. He didn't realize that the best way to make him a great man was to be his devil's advocate. Many blamed Tyrrisath for changing S'kef, but it was really S'kef who had changed Tyrrisath.
Either way, Tyrrisath had never before taken such an active role. The dragon's eyes silently flushed yellow and he backed away and retreated outside. S'kef found it difficult to reach the dragon's mind, but the wave of nausea told S'kef all he needed to know.
I'm sorry, Tyrrisath. Tyrrisath knew.
S'kef picked up his whip and wiped some sweat from his forehead. He'd really done it this time. He'd lost his temper...spectacularly. This had the potential to be a big mess. For a few seconds, he considered tossing the boy between and being done with it, but he wasn't sure if he could put his dragon through that. Dragons were not meant to hurt people. Tyrrisath had been silently reluctant to toss T'shiro between, as any dragon would have been, so S'kef decided not to put him through it again.
Would it make Oahvakeen a martyr? S'kef would make sure it didn't. If he let the little rat live, he would not let it come back to haunt him. He grimaced, swinging his foot in an attempt to put a boot in the boy's ribs one last time. "I hope you find a healer in time," he hissed before stepping over him to walk outside. Tyrrisath was more important than anything right now.
