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14.May.13, 06:20 AM
D'hys had heard the commotion of a fight as he jogged around the corner of a nearby building and slowed to a halt when the men came into view. It wasn't too surprising to see S'kef laying the smack down on someone and it almost wasn't that much of a shock to see it was some nameless man that had been Stolen somewhere along the line. They were a rowdy bunch and undisciplined. They seemed to be more in need of some sort of training than the lazy dragonriders, but that was something to mention to the Weyrleader at another time, not while he was swatting away a pest.
His desire to stay on the sidelines, quietly observing the thrashing was shattered the moment he saw the idiot start attacking Tyrrisath. No one ever had a reason to attack a dragon! D’hys started forward but his own dragon’s voice stilled him once more.Leave them. Tyrrisath and the Weyrleader know what they’re doing and will not thank you if you come to their aid. D’hys knew it to be truth and stayed out of it though he was seething. S’kef already had a struggle with proving his worth not because of the controversy of his dismissal as Second a while back but because he was a brownrider. To have to receive assistance from a bluerider would only make people question him all the more. That didn’t mean D’hys would stand by idly forever. Once S’kef was done with the man, he’d take a turn.
Unfortunately as the fight intensified, grey eyes grew large with uncontrolled shock. The boy was suicidal and Tyrrisath was willing to help with that. The chomp he took looked gruesome from his distance and a satisfied grin appeared as he watched S’kef walk away unconcerned for the bleeding out man. D’hys was willing to leave well enough alone with that until Ravana appeared on the scene and thought helping would be nice. Stupid greenriders!
Anger renewed, D’hys stormed up to the woman, uncaring that he was trying to keep her under the illusion that he was secretly nice and willing to help those in need. “Let him die,” he growled when he was mere feet away. He didn’t even spare a glance at Oahvakeen, considering him completely unworthy of his time even when he was in one piece. “Anyone that thinks it’s okay to attack and harm a dragon should be left on the ground to bleed out. You waste your time, Ravana, and will earn the scorn of many for helping a wannabe dragon slayer.” No time was given for her to reply as D’hys only cared that his words were heard and cared not for her bleeding heart for the bleeding heathen. He left as quickly as he swooped in, resisting the urge to bloody his shoe by kicking Oahvakeen.
There was the overwhelming urge to go check on Zeianth. He knew his blue was fine simply through their bond but a visual check and being in close proximity of his dragon would soothe him fully. First there was a kid that shot an arrow at Ilveriath and now this punk attacked Tyrrisath. What were they raising in the North over the last decade? The thought horrified D’hys.
His desire to stay on the sidelines, quietly observing the thrashing was shattered the moment he saw the idiot start attacking Tyrrisath. No one ever had a reason to attack a dragon! D’hys started forward but his own dragon’s voice stilled him once more.
Unfortunately as the fight intensified, grey eyes grew large with uncontrolled shock. The boy was suicidal and Tyrrisath was willing to help with that. The chomp he took looked gruesome from his distance and a satisfied grin appeared as he watched S’kef walk away unconcerned for the bleeding out man. D’hys was willing to leave well enough alone with that until Ravana appeared on the scene and thought helping would be nice. Stupid greenriders!
Anger renewed, D’hys stormed up to the woman, uncaring that he was trying to keep her under the illusion that he was secretly nice and willing to help those in need. “Let him die,” he growled when he was mere feet away. He didn’t even spare a glance at Oahvakeen, considering him completely unworthy of his time even when he was in one piece. “Anyone that thinks it’s okay to attack and harm a dragon should be left on the ground to bleed out. You waste your time, Ravana, and will earn the scorn of many for helping a wannabe dragon slayer.” No time was given for her to reply as D’hys only cared that his words were heard and cared not for her bleeding heart for the bleeding heathen. He left as quickly as he swooped in, resisting the urge to bloody his shoe by kicking Oahvakeen.
There was the overwhelming urge to go check on Zeianth. He knew his blue was fine simply through their bond but a visual check and being in close proximity of his dragon would soothe him fully. First there was a kid that shot an arrow at Ilveriath and now this punk attacked Tyrrisath. What were they raising in the North over the last decade? The thought horrified D’hys.
