05.May.13, 01:41 AM
Very suddenly, things were very different.
S'kef let out an unexpected grunt and clutched at his left eye, recoiling as one of the first of Oahvakeen's flurry of wayward punches struck Tyrrisath in the same spot. The dragon hissed and closed the eye, snapping his head back slightly and growling in frustration as the questionable onslaught continued. It hadn't hurt that badly, but it surely made the beast angry, and his deep growling and flaring nostrils growing more pronounced as Oahvakeen continued to strike him. S'kef was mostly just shocked, jaw slacking as his fingers covered his eye, the other one watching in disbelief as the boy continued to attack his dragon.
Before S'kef could move himself to lash out, things got even worse. Quite suddenly, Oahvakeen was attacking Tyrrisath not with his comically ineffective fists, but with a piece of wood pried free of the door.
That was too much. S'kef could have sworn that he heard a faint snapping sound as he plowed forward, all semblance of restraint gone. He reached out, intending to grab Oahvakeen's shirt collar with one hand and wrench the plank from him with the other. Tyrrisath hissed angrily, shoving forward with his snout once more in an effort to aid in rider in corralling the brat. Flit, of course, had completely lost her mind. She screamed anciously, flailing around on S'kef's shoulder until he forcibly shrugged her off. S'kef didn't even bother to speak, scowling angrily as he attempted to sling Oahvakeen into the wall and reached for his whip.
S'kef let out an unexpected grunt and clutched at his left eye, recoiling as one of the first of Oahvakeen's flurry of wayward punches struck Tyrrisath in the same spot. The dragon hissed and closed the eye, snapping his head back slightly and growling in frustration as the questionable onslaught continued. It hadn't hurt that badly, but it surely made the beast angry, and his deep growling and flaring nostrils growing more pronounced as Oahvakeen continued to strike him. S'kef was mostly just shocked, jaw slacking as his fingers covered his eye, the other one watching in disbelief as the boy continued to attack his dragon.
Before S'kef could move himself to lash out, things got even worse. Quite suddenly, Oahvakeen was attacking Tyrrisath not with his comically ineffective fists, but with a piece of wood pried free of the door.
That was too much. S'kef could have sworn that he heard a faint snapping sound as he plowed forward, all semblance of restraint gone. He reached out, intending to grab Oahvakeen's shirt collar with one hand and wrench the plank from him with the other. Tyrrisath hissed angrily, shoving forward with his snout once more in an effort to aid in rider in corralling the brat. Flit, of course, had completely lost her mind. She screamed anciously, flailing around on S'kef's shoulder until he forcibly shrugged her off. S'kef didn't even bother to speak, scowling angrily as he attempted to sling Oahvakeen into the wall and reached for his whip.