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14.Mar.12, 04:51 AM
S'kef and Tyrrisath
S’kef looked to his Weyrleader for approval before taking a bold step forward, meeting B’jin several paces away with whip in hand.
Tyrrisath was right, he was enjoying this too much. S’kef shuddered mildly as he heard the anxious rustling and murmuring of the crowd. Some looked outraged or nervous, others looked curious and rightfully amused. How delightful. It meant a lot to him to be allowed this honor, even if it was largely dictated by tradition. What Weyrleader had to lower himself to the menial task of physical punishment?
It was right up S’kef’s alley, though, especially with B’jin. He remembered that gorgeous little greenrider from all those years ago. S’kef had B’jin’s maiden flight, and in his mind, that made B’jin his property. Nevermind the burning jealousy. B’jin received far too much of the Weyrleader’s attention! A lowly, insubordinate little greenrider like this one deserved his just dues, not strut around bragging how he got to break the rules because he was the Weyrleader’s pet.
“Hello, B’jin,” he whispered under his breath. “It’s been a while, hasn’t it? ”
Nearby, Tyrrisath fluttered his wings in agitation. He was surrounded by a flurry of mixed signals. His rider was excited. Larrikith was angry. Ronarth was anxious…and this didn’t even take the wildly varying crowd into consideration.
D’ren was anxious as well, but he kept his attitude to himself. He cast B’jin a brief apologetic glance before looking stoically to S’kef. “Twenty,” he ordered, hedging almost all emotion out of his voice. He hated to do this. His guts were twisting in remorse already, but he couldn’t show that. Not when he was making a powerplay.
S’kef patted the palm of his hand with the whip. “You heard him, whore,” he said pointedly at B’jin as he motioned for the greenrider to kneel. D’ren couldn’t restrain a disapproving glare.
Played by Bluedragon
S’kef looked to his Weyrleader for approval before taking a bold step forward, meeting B’jin several paces away with whip in hand.
Tyrrisath was right, he was enjoying this too much. S’kef shuddered mildly as he heard the anxious rustling and murmuring of the crowd. Some looked outraged or nervous, others looked curious and rightfully amused. How delightful. It meant a lot to him to be allowed this honor, even if it was largely dictated by tradition. What Weyrleader had to lower himself to the menial task of physical punishment?
It was right up S’kef’s alley, though, especially with B’jin. He remembered that gorgeous little greenrider from all those years ago. S’kef had B’jin’s maiden flight, and in his mind, that made B’jin his property. Nevermind the burning jealousy. B’jin received far too much of the Weyrleader’s attention! A lowly, insubordinate little greenrider like this one deserved his just dues, not strut around bragging how he got to break the rules because he was the Weyrleader’s pet.
“Hello, B’jin,” he whispered under his breath. “It’s been a while, hasn’t it? ”
Nearby, Tyrrisath fluttered his wings in agitation. He was surrounded by a flurry of mixed signals. His rider was excited. Larrikith was angry. Ronarth was anxious…and this didn’t even take the wildly varying crowd into consideration.
D’ren was anxious as well, but he kept his attitude to himself. He cast B’jin a brief apologetic glance before looking stoically to S’kef. “Twenty,” he ordered, hedging almost all emotion out of his voice. He hated to do this. His guts were twisting in remorse already, but he couldn’t show that. Not when he was making a powerplay.
S’kef patted the palm of his hand with the whip. “You heard him, whore,” he said pointedly at B’jin as he motioned for the greenrider to kneel. D’ren couldn’t restrain a disapproving glare.
Played by Bluedragon
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