14.Mar.12, 06:24 AM
S'kef and Tyrrisath
S’kef’s face twisted and his eyes flared with sudden rage. He contained it well, his muscles twitching subtly and his knuckles clutching the whip until they became white, but he didn’t lash out. He couldn’t believe the audacity! B’jin was obviously just as ‘spirited’ as ever, spirit that everyone from the old wingleaders at Telgar to D’ren himself seemed to think was cute and amusing. The very notion sickened S’kef. He wanted badly to attack B’jin right then and there, but no. His Weyrleader was watching. He was doing his job right now…
What a glorious job it was.
S’kef would never understand what such illustrious men saw in cheeky, arrogant, disobedient little greenriders like this one. He scowled, glaring death at B’jin as their eyes met, though his heart fluttered in sudden and rather intense desire as B’jin shed his shirt and sank to the ground. It served as a reminder of their comparative statuses, helping to curb S’kef’s anger. He had the power here, at least between the two of them.
He lifted the whip and drew one arm back, a smirk slowly crossing his face. He’d seen the reaction to D’ren’s edict; twenty, not the paltry 5 or 10 the little bastard probably expected. He was getting what he deserved.
S’kef couldn’t muster a reply to B’jin’s sharp words, though. In all this time, B’jin still knew how to hit where it hurt. No, you fool. If YOU were the favorite, then why are you on your knees in front of me he thought resentfully, trying to convince himself of the truth in his own thoughts.
With that thought guiding him, he brought the whip down. It made a pleasing sound as it sliced across B’jin’s exposed flesh, leaving a gristly welt. The pop caused an immediate hush in the crowd. They watched with their continual blend of emotions as S’kef pulled back to make a second blow, harder this time. The first had been a test, but now he put all his muscle in to it. He’d been instructed not to hold back!
And so it progressed, each blow carefully placed in the same general part of the poor greenrider’s shoulders and back, each blow delivered with the full force of the brownrider’s strong arm. He paused for a couple seconds in between strikes, long enough for B’jin to feel the strikes as individual blows, but not long enough to properly ready himself. S’kef counted aloud, probably to keep a silly expression of joy off of his face.
“Fifteen!”
He paused, taking a moment to asses B’jin’s condition before lifting the whip to finish the job. Five to go…he’d need to make them count.
Played by Bluedragon
S’kef’s face twisted and his eyes flared with sudden rage. He contained it well, his muscles twitching subtly and his knuckles clutching the whip until they became white, but he didn’t lash out. He couldn’t believe the audacity! B’jin was obviously just as ‘spirited’ as ever, spirit that everyone from the old wingleaders at Telgar to D’ren himself seemed to think was cute and amusing. The very notion sickened S’kef. He wanted badly to attack B’jin right then and there, but no. His Weyrleader was watching. He was doing his job right now…
What a glorious job it was.
S’kef would never understand what such illustrious men saw in cheeky, arrogant, disobedient little greenriders like this one. He scowled, glaring death at B’jin as their eyes met, though his heart fluttered in sudden and rather intense desire as B’jin shed his shirt and sank to the ground. It served as a reminder of their comparative statuses, helping to curb S’kef’s anger. He had the power here, at least between the two of them.
He lifted the whip and drew one arm back, a smirk slowly crossing his face. He’d seen the reaction to D’ren’s edict; twenty, not the paltry 5 or 10 the little bastard probably expected. He was getting what he deserved.
S’kef couldn’t muster a reply to B’jin’s sharp words, though. In all this time, B’jin still knew how to hit where it hurt. No, you fool. If YOU were the favorite, then why are you on your knees in front of me he thought resentfully, trying to convince himself of the truth in his own thoughts.
With that thought guiding him, he brought the whip down. It made a pleasing sound as it sliced across B’jin’s exposed flesh, leaving a gristly welt. The pop caused an immediate hush in the crowd. They watched with their continual blend of emotions as S’kef pulled back to make a second blow, harder this time. The first had been a test, but now he put all his muscle in to it. He’d been instructed not to hold back!
And so it progressed, each blow carefully placed in the same general part of the poor greenrider’s shoulders and back, each blow delivered with the full force of the brownrider’s strong arm. He paused for a couple seconds in between strikes, long enough for B’jin to feel the strikes as individual blows, but not long enough to properly ready himself. S’kef counted aloud, probably to keep a silly expression of joy off of his face.
“Fifteen!”
He paused, taking a moment to asses B’jin’s condition before lifting the whip to finish the job. Five to go…he’d need to make them count.
Played by Bluedragon
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