30.Aug.12, 08:59 PM
Whoops, caught. A'liran frowned at himself and tried to think of a not-too-defensive response. "Well, not as much as I did," he muttered, though the truth was visible enough in between the lines. A'liran liked flights. He still wasn't sure if he naturally liked them or if he had become used to them over the turns. He could still remember hiding in frustration in his room, spouting off hateful threats at his suitors while secretly trembling in horror at what was coming. At some point, he crossed the line into subtle anticipation, waiting eagerly for his suitors and making every effort to make their lives miserable before he was conquered. It was how he did things, but was it out of necessity or desire?
You love it, just as I do
A'liran's eyes widened and brightened with anger. He liked to think that greenriders as a whole were better than that, better than the sluts that others liked to portray and treat them as. So what if he liked sex? Shouldn't the drooling blue and brownriders be worshiping him as an object of their affection rather than taunting him?
That's what he needed to get across to this kid.
"Sucks for us, but that's how it goes," he said. "You don't get to pick. Dragons sometimes claim to 'choose', but even if they do, they don't give a shard what YOU want," he said. "The male dragons' riders will take what they want and you just have to deal with it. It's wherry teeth, but that's how it goes." He paused, and inhaled deeply. "Bastards ought to be thanking us for what we're giving them...begging us like the hounds they are..." mHis voice sank low and sultry at the last bit, a mischievous smile creeping onto his face.
He appeared radiantly mug at the next part. He liked being admired, especially while channeling Astoreth's needs. "I do," he replied, slowly sitting up again to face the attractive weyrling. "But kid. All I erver do is complain about bluies and brownies taking advantage of us...Shards, I just got done with it. Wouldn't jumping you while my dragon is proddy be just as bad?"
There was definitely some hunger in there. "No. How do I know I'm not just....seeing what I want to see?" he purred.
You love it, just as I do
A'liran's eyes widened and brightened with anger. He liked to think that greenriders as a whole were better than that, better than the sluts that others liked to portray and treat them as. So what if he liked sex? Shouldn't the drooling blue and brownriders be worshiping him as an object of their affection rather than taunting him?
That's what he needed to get across to this kid.
"Sucks for us, but that's how it goes," he said. "You don't get to pick. Dragons sometimes claim to 'choose', but even if they do, they don't give a shard what YOU want," he said. "The male dragons' riders will take what they want and you just have to deal with it. It's wherry teeth, but that's how it goes." He paused, and inhaled deeply. "Bastards ought to be thanking us for what we're giving them...begging us like the hounds they are..." mHis voice sank low and sultry at the last bit, a mischievous smile creeping onto his face.
He appeared radiantly mug at the next part. He liked being admired, especially while channeling Astoreth's needs. "I do," he replied, slowly sitting up again to face the attractive weyrling. "But kid. All I erver do is complain about bluies and brownies taking advantage of us...Shards, I just got done with it. Wouldn't jumping you while my dragon is proddy be just as bad?"
There was definitely some hunger in there. "No. How do I know I'm not just....seeing what I want to see?" he purred.