08.Oct.12, 05:30 AM
They had been wrapped up in their own little world, the pair screeching at one another at the top of their respective voices until their articulate and outrageous comments had degraded to repetitive instances of 'you stupid fucking whore' and 'I fucking hate you'. They were said with no less enthusiasm or outrage than when the pair had first started, but brown eyes were alive with emotion as the rider glared at his dragon, occasionally tossing his arms around to emphasise a point; in return, Larrikith's gaze sparkled occasionally with amused satisfaction before heating once more with fury.
Larrikith was the first to notice the approach of Tyrrisath, the little green puffing up and hissing in his face when the brown extended his nose to sniff at her. Larrikith's eyes flashed hotly with fury, her lips drawing back in a snarl. Fuck off! Larrikith spat, snapping her jaw threateningly at Tyrrisath even as B'jin puffed up like feline, turning on the looming brown dragon like a sudden whirlwind of fury. Generally, B'jin was cowed by the brown dragon, the creature giving the rider the creeps - never mind his bond to S'kef! However, this time B'jin wasn't in the mood to cower under an obnoxious mud pie and he said as much, spinning around to face the dragon and unleashing a mouthful of foul language to get his point across.
"Get your fat fucking face out of my space you great retarded fucking lump of shit!" The furious greenrider aimed a sudden kick at Tyrrisath's leg, snarling when he missed; not because his aim was off but because Larrikith suddenly swung her own head around and sent B'jin flying to land on his arse three feet away when she head-butted him in the chest. The Harper stared at his dragon in shock for several heart beats, blinking with wide eyes.
"What the FUCK was that for?!" the shocked expression was fading, his features once more taking on an expression of irritation and anger. The greenrider remained sprawled where he had landed, curling his legs under himself as he glared up at Larrikith, demanding an answer.
I need a reason? Larrikith's voice was condescending as she tossed her head, suddenly catching sight of Tyrrisath once more and her neck arched, preening under his attention. She didn't like the brown dragon as a general rule, but at least he was being properly respectful of her amazing Larrikith-ness. The little green crooned, once, before dismissing Tyrrisath with a flick of her wingtip.
Where was Veeth?
"Stupid bitch." B'jin snarled under his breath, climbing to his feet and brushing himself down with great dignity, completely oblivious to the eyes that were watching him. He had no idea what was up Larrikith's arse (sideways!) but the dragon seriously needed to get over herself!
Larrikith was the first to notice the approach of Tyrrisath, the little green puffing up and hissing in his face when the brown extended his nose to sniff at her. Larrikith's eyes flashed hotly with fury, her lips drawing back in a snarl. Fuck off! Larrikith spat, snapping her jaw threateningly at Tyrrisath even as B'jin puffed up like feline, turning on the looming brown dragon like a sudden whirlwind of fury. Generally, B'jin was cowed by the brown dragon, the creature giving the rider the creeps - never mind his bond to S'kef! However, this time B'jin wasn't in the mood to cower under an obnoxious mud pie and he said as much, spinning around to face the dragon and unleashing a mouthful of foul language to get his point across.
"Get your fat fucking face out of my space you great retarded fucking lump of shit!" The furious greenrider aimed a sudden kick at Tyrrisath's leg, snarling when he missed; not because his aim was off but because Larrikith suddenly swung her own head around and sent B'jin flying to land on his arse three feet away when she head-butted him in the chest. The Harper stared at his dragon in shock for several heart beats, blinking with wide eyes.
"What the FUCK was that for?!" the shocked expression was fading, his features once more taking on an expression of irritation and anger. The greenrider remained sprawled where he had landed, curling his legs under himself as he glared up at Larrikith, demanding an answer.
I need a reason? Larrikith's voice was condescending as she tossed her head, suddenly catching sight of Tyrrisath once more and her neck arched, preening under his attention. She didn't like the brown dragon as a general rule, but at least he was being properly respectful of her amazing Larrikith-ness. The little green crooned, once, before dismissing Tyrrisath with a flick of her wingtip.
Where was Veeth?
"Stupid bitch." B'jin snarled under his breath, climbing to his feet and brushing himself down with great dignity, completely oblivious to the eyes that were watching him. He had no idea what was up Larrikith's arse (sideways!) but the dragon seriously needed to get over herself!