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15.Mar.12, 02:15 AM
Ayyonth! Larrikith's voice was relief and guilt as she pulled away from Valerian's gentle touch and pressed against the young blue dragon, shuddering as B'jin's grip faltered and fell away, his block against her falling away with a snap that caused the dragon's eyes to swirl in sudden wild pain and fear. She shuddered, doing her best to remain composed and keep an eye on the young men as B'jin had asked of her. But the little green was terrified, and riddled with guilt as she watched the last of the lashes fall across her bonded's bare back - or what was left of it, she thought, horrified. Larrikith wasn't stupid; she knew she was a large part of why B'jin was being so terribly punished. Pressed against Ayyonth, Larrikith watched with distress as the ordeal finished, but she didn't move toward her rider straight away. She didn't know how to articulate the guilt she was feeling, and was unable to fade her rider at that moment.
The sixteenth strike caught B'jin unawares, and with the whip landing across his raw skin, B'jin finally gave S'kef what he was waiting for, the sound low pitched and closer to a yelp than actual scream - though he was still mortified at releasing it. It was followed up with open sobbing, as the greenrider giving up on attempting to hold some dignity. Shard it all, his back was in tatters, what did vocalising matter now? Despite that, B'jin made wholehearted efforts to swallow the last four cries, his success debatable as the involuntary sounds were torn from his lips.
At the call of twenty, B'jin toppled forward, his raised knee landing heavily on the ground as he threw out unsteady arms, preventing himself from face planting into the ground. Shaking visibly, B'jin's fingers fisted into the ground, pulling at the grass as he fought to get his breathing under control. D'ren was ignored for the moment, as the greenrider slowly sat backwards, careful not to move his shoulders or upper body too excessively. Breathing deeply through his nose, B'jin staggered to his feet, swaying precariously, B'jin held his arms low and wide to assist with his balance while he tottered in a circle, turning around to glare in the direction S'kef had gone, his face drawn and tight with pain and anger.
B'jin's lips parted, his head tilting slightly to lift his chin and he was undoubtedly going to throw something highly inadvisable at S'kef about his efforts in reducing the man to a screaming child at his feet, when he saw the man arrow in on Talian. B'jin felt his insides turn to ice, the same moment his entire body felt as if it were being consumed by molten lava. Lips twisting into a snarl, B'jin stumbled closer to S'kef, powered by an entirely new force of fury, his voice was clear and contained the bite of between as the greenrider grabbed a fist full of S'kef's shirt and used surprise to fling the man around to face him. He kept the fist full of fabric, using it to reef S'kef closer to him.
"Touch my boy," B'jin snarled, uncaring of any further trouble he might get himself into, "and not even the depth of between will offer your worthless hide sanctuary." His words were no idle threat, and carried all the promise of rain being wet. They were also filled with all the burning fury of the red star, as the shorter man pushed away, shoving S'kef in dismissal and, lip twitching, B'jin took two steps back, eyes hard. No one threatened his loved ones, and especially not his kids.
The greenrider's gaze was torn from S'kef when he heard someone say D'ren's name with such force, and his brown eyed gaze, tight with pain and anger, turned to see who was going for the Weyrleader's throat. He wavered slightly with indecision for a moment, before he let the boy hold his own. He'd had enough for the day, thank you very much. Eyes meeting D'ren's, B'jin gave the Weyrleader a cordial nod, as if nothing at all had happened, before stiffly turning to find his dragon. B'jin's fingers wrapped lightly around Talian's upper arm, and he steered the young healer away from the irate Weyrsecond.
Worn brown eyes met grey as B'jin's gaze paused on R'nd's face, and he offered a bare ghost of a smile, before his gaze shifted to stare at the timidly shaking form of his poor dragon, pressed against the young blue. B'jin's face softened, eyes warming as he staggered, trying not to irritate his back any more than simply breathing was prone to do. He dropped Talian's arm and stopped before Larrikith, whispering her name gently until the little green turned to look at him, her eyes filled with all the guilt she was trying to suppress. "Oh, sweetheart, you're not to blame. Nobody but me, baby girl, nobody but me." Larrikith gave a timid sound, and buried her face against B'jin's stomach. He wrapped his arms slowly around her nose. "I love you too." he paused for a moment, his features becoming drawn as pain shot through his form when Larrikith moved to withdraw her head "Talian?" Coming down off the adrenaline, B'jin's face paled to a sickly grey colour, and he swayed dangerously, shocked by the amount of pain throbbing across his back. "N'weed. Home."
Larrikith gave a sudden bark of warning and fear as B'jin's eyes rolled back and his knees gave out, the man crumpling.
The sixteenth strike caught B'jin unawares, and with the whip landing across his raw skin, B'jin finally gave S'kef what he was waiting for, the sound low pitched and closer to a yelp than actual scream - though he was still mortified at releasing it. It was followed up with open sobbing, as the greenrider giving up on attempting to hold some dignity. Shard it all, his back was in tatters, what did vocalising matter now? Despite that, B'jin made wholehearted efforts to swallow the last four cries, his success debatable as the involuntary sounds were torn from his lips.
At the call of twenty, B'jin toppled forward, his raised knee landing heavily on the ground as he threw out unsteady arms, preventing himself from face planting into the ground. Shaking visibly, B'jin's fingers fisted into the ground, pulling at the grass as he fought to get his breathing under control. D'ren was ignored for the moment, as the greenrider slowly sat backwards, careful not to move his shoulders or upper body too excessively. Breathing deeply through his nose, B'jin staggered to his feet, swaying precariously, B'jin held his arms low and wide to assist with his balance while he tottered in a circle, turning around to glare in the direction S'kef had gone, his face drawn and tight with pain and anger.
B'jin's lips parted, his head tilting slightly to lift his chin and he was undoubtedly going to throw something highly inadvisable at S'kef about his efforts in reducing the man to a screaming child at his feet, when he saw the man arrow in on Talian. B'jin felt his insides turn to ice, the same moment his entire body felt as if it were being consumed by molten lava. Lips twisting into a snarl, B'jin stumbled closer to S'kef, powered by an entirely new force of fury, his voice was clear and contained the bite of between as the greenrider grabbed a fist full of S'kef's shirt and used surprise to fling the man around to face him. He kept the fist full of fabric, using it to reef S'kef closer to him.
"Touch my boy," B'jin snarled, uncaring of any further trouble he might get himself into, "and not even the depth of between will offer your worthless hide sanctuary." His words were no idle threat, and carried all the promise of rain being wet. They were also filled with all the burning fury of the red star, as the shorter man pushed away, shoving S'kef in dismissal and, lip twitching, B'jin took two steps back, eyes hard. No one threatened his loved ones, and especially not his kids.
The greenrider's gaze was torn from S'kef when he heard someone say D'ren's name with such force, and his brown eyed gaze, tight with pain and anger, turned to see who was going for the Weyrleader's throat. He wavered slightly with indecision for a moment, before he let the boy hold his own. He'd had enough for the day, thank you very much. Eyes meeting D'ren's, B'jin gave the Weyrleader a cordial nod, as if nothing at all had happened, before stiffly turning to find his dragon. B'jin's fingers wrapped lightly around Talian's upper arm, and he steered the young healer away from the irate Weyrsecond.
Worn brown eyes met grey as B'jin's gaze paused on R'nd's face, and he offered a bare ghost of a smile, before his gaze shifted to stare at the timidly shaking form of his poor dragon, pressed against the young blue. B'jin's face softened, eyes warming as he staggered, trying not to irritate his back any more than simply breathing was prone to do. He dropped Talian's arm and stopped before Larrikith, whispering her name gently until the little green turned to look at him, her eyes filled with all the guilt she was trying to suppress. "Oh, sweetheart, you're not to blame. Nobody but me, baby girl, nobody but me." Larrikith gave a timid sound, and buried her face against B'jin's stomach. He wrapped his arms slowly around her nose. "I love you too." he paused for a moment, his features becoming drawn as pain shot through his form when Larrikith moved to withdraw her head "Talian?" Coming down off the adrenaline, B'jin's face paled to a sickly grey colour, and he swayed dangerously, shocked by the amount of pain throbbing across his back. "N'weed. Home."
Larrikith gave a sudden bark of warning and fear as B'jin's eyes rolled back and his knees gave out, the man crumpling.
