22.Aug.12, 02:02 AM
Shards. I hate that insufferable, wherfaced bastard....Sharding wish someone would kill him and get it over with A'liran thought angrily. Astoreth hissed softly in her wallow, eyes flushing red as she drank in her rider's anger. She liked his spirit and his anger. It made her feel justified in her own.
Perhaps someday, someone will the green crooned. But I'd prefer it not be you. I enjoy living, and I hardly want to throw myself between because you were a hero she said, almost playfully. Though if this upsets you so, perhaps some comeuppance is in order?
A'liran laughed cruelly. It wasn't at V'zire, though he felt the need to explain himself a moment later. "Ast is reminding me not to kill the fucker," he said. He sighed and slumped against the wall, his grey eyes sinking shut as he thought back to the several times he'd met the brownrider on bad terms.
"I know you you feel, man," A'liran said with an edge of gritty unpleasantness. "Tyrrisath has flown Ast plenty of times since we all hooked up again. Grumpy bastard usually goes for seconds, if you know what I mean." And any greenrider would. A'liran doubted V'zire had suffered from such abuse yet. He was too sweet and innocent. He was too shocked by what had happened.
What was A'liran supposed to tell him to do, get over it? That's what many would say, but that wasn't good enough. It wasn't good enough.
"Fuck. Come on, let's get ya home, pal," A'liran said, climb ing to his feet and holding one hand out. "...I won't let anyone else screw with you, okay?"
Perhaps someday, someone will the green crooned. But I'd prefer it not be you. I enjoy living, and I hardly want to throw myself between because you were a hero she said, almost playfully. Though if this upsets you so, perhaps some comeuppance is in order?
A'liran laughed cruelly. It wasn't at V'zire, though he felt the need to explain himself a moment later. "Ast is reminding me not to kill the fucker," he said. He sighed and slumped against the wall, his grey eyes sinking shut as he thought back to the several times he'd met the brownrider on bad terms.
"I know you you feel, man," A'liran said with an edge of gritty unpleasantness. "Tyrrisath has flown Ast plenty of times since we all hooked up again. Grumpy bastard usually goes for seconds, if you know what I mean." And any greenrider would. A'liran doubted V'zire had suffered from such abuse yet. He was too sweet and innocent. He was too shocked by what had happened.
What was A'liran supposed to tell him to do, get over it? That's what many would say, but that wasn't good enough. It wasn't good enough.
"Fuck. Come on, let's get ya home, pal," A'liran said, climb ing to his feet and holding one hand out. "...I won't let anyone else screw with you, okay?"