26.Apr.13, 02:32 AM
“Oh, but we can hurt humans.”
One thing everyone could agree on about J’ver was that he was always there. He was in every shadow you passed, around every corner you stood near, and just outside the door you forgot to close. Now was no different. He hadn’t been too far behind S’kef when his mate ran across the irritating redhead but he purposely lingered behind and out of sight when Oahvakeen was spotted. It was always best to see what would come of an unexpected encounter before presenting himself and as always, his methods had proven to be the correct choice. Oahvakeen had some interesting things to say but it was growing rather tedious and repetitive. J’ver had better things to be doing with his time and more important people to tail and check up on than some whiny child that missed his mommy’s apron strings.
J’ver stepped away from the wall he had been leaning against as he listened to the arguing and walked closer to the men. He hadn’t worried about S’kef during what sounded like the beginnings of a physical fight. His brownrider was strong and powerful while Oahvakeen was a delusional boy that didn’t know what he was up against. J’ver had learned the hard way what it was like to be on the receiving end of S’kef’s anger and he wasn’t about to intervene for a child he didn’t care about or have a use for. “You waste your breath, Weyrleader. This one isn’t interested in the truth or actually being given what he wants.” That was only partially true since it wasn’t like they would just send the boy back to his home on the morrow but they all had dreams and goals and some would be achieved sooner rather than later.
“There’s really only two things to be done with this… pest. I will dispose of him or you lash him and toss him into solitary confinement. I think ten days would be a good start to breaking him down.” Oahvakeen seemed extremely unstable mentally and being tossed aside and left alone without any other human interaction seemed like a fine way to fully snapping that pitiful mind and putting an end to such notions. Personally, he liked the idea of chucking the boy between or staging a feline attack after rendering Oahvakeen unconscious. A wicked grin crept onto his face.
“Also, little boy, you should know that a dragon is not a pet but an extension of the rider. You would do best to unclench your fists right now before you foolishly strike Tyrrisath.” The dragon likely wouldn’t even feel the punch as anything more than a light irritation but Oahvakeen would certainly feel S’kef’s pummelling. Even if the fists were meant for S’kef, Oahvakeen still didn’t stand a chance. All anyone had to do was remember bluerider R’nd’s condition not too long ago after tangling with a drunken Weyrleader.
One thing everyone could agree on about J’ver was that he was always there. He was in every shadow you passed, around every corner you stood near, and just outside the door you forgot to close. Now was no different. He hadn’t been too far behind S’kef when his mate ran across the irritating redhead but he purposely lingered behind and out of sight when Oahvakeen was spotted. It was always best to see what would come of an unexpected encounter before presenting himself and as always, his methods had proven to be the correct choice. Oahvakeen had some interesting things to say but it was growing rather tedious and repetitive. J’ver had better things to be doing with his time and more important people to tail and check up on than some whiny child that missed his mommy’s apron strings.
J’ver stepped away from the wall he had been leaning against as he listened to the arguing and walked closer to the men. He hadn’t worried about S’kef during what sounded like the beginnings of a physical fight. His brownrider was strong and powerful while Oahvakeen was a delusional boy that didn’t know what he was up against. J’ver had learned the hard way what it was like to be on the receiving end of S’kef’s anger and he wasn’t about to intervene for a child he didn’t care about or have a use for. “You waste your breath, Weyrleader. This one isn’t interested in the truth or actually being given what he wants.” That was only partially true since it wasn’t like they would just send the boy back to his home on the morrow but they all had dreams and goals and some would be achieved sooner rather than later.
“There’s really only two things to be done with this… pest. I will dispose of him or you lash him and toss him into solitary confinement. I think ten days would be a good start to breaking him down.” Oahvakeen seemed extremely unstable mentally and being tossed aside and left alone without any other human interaction seemed like a fine way to fully snapping that pitiful mind and putting an end to such notions. Personally, he liked the idea of chucking the boy between or staging a feline attack after rendering Oahvakeen unconscious. A wicked grin crept onto his face.
“Also, little boy, you should know that a dragon is not a pet but an extension of the rider. You would do best to unclench your fists right now before you foolishly strike Tyrrisath.” The dragon likely wouldn’t even feel the punch as anything more than a light irritation but Oahvakeen would certainly feel S’kef’s pummelling. Even if the fists were meant for S’kef, Oahvakeen still didn’t stand a chance. All anyone had to do was remember bluerider R’nd’s condition not too long ago after tangling with a drunken Weyrleader.