17.Oct.12, 06:10 AM
S'kef released B'jin reflexively as he was shoved, too alarmed by the gesture and confused by his own emotions to do anything else. Of course, B'jin's glare combined with his catty words sparked a bit of anger in the brownrider, who didn't like being told what to do on the best of days. S'kef's hands curled into fists and he puffed up, taking a bold step forward and fixing a cold gaze on the bratty green who had dared to speak out against him in such a way. Filled with his own entitlement and Tyrrisath's need, there was no deterring him.
"Watch your mouth, boy," he said callously, lip curling into a hungry sneer. B'jin was so beautiful. How nice it would be, to feel that warmth once more. S'kef cracked his knuckles and breathed deeply in cruel anticipation.
Tyrrisath, I'm not sure this is wise he thought in the back of his mind, some small shard of his regular self trying to protest once more. S'kef's surface thoughts were more concerned with the wingleader and how bad this would look, but there was also a distant concern for J'ver.
Tyrrisath gave an enthusiastic reply: Piss off
Then, the brown dragon vanished. S'kef was jolted from his daydreams by a piercing shriek. Larrikith was already in the air?! B'jin was...running away?! Shards, when did that happen!
Fuck it, who was he kidding? S'kef wanted this flight. He wanted to put B'jin in his place agian, to wipe the smugness from that whelp's face! More than anything else, though, S'kef wanted to conquer something. B'jin was perfectly conquerable, too.
"You're mine!" S'kef roared, taking off after the greenrider at a shameless sprint. His own roar merged with Tyrrisath's as the brown took off after Larri, his focus cold and steady. He would have her!
"Watch your mouth, boy," he said callously, lip curling into a hungry sneer. B'jin was so beautiful. How nice it would be, to feel that warmth once more. S'kef cracked his knuckles and breathed deeply in cruel anticipation.
Tyrrisath, I'm not sure this is wise he thought in the back of his mind, some small shard of his regular self trying to protest once more. S'kef's surface thoughts were more concerned with the wingleader and how bad this would look, but there was also a distant concern for J'ver.
Tyrrisath gave an enthusiastic reply: Piss off
Then, the brown dragon vanished. S'kef was jolted from his daydreams by a piercing shriek. Larrikith was already in the air?! B'jin was...running away?! Shards, when did that happen!
Fuck it, who was he kidding? S'kef wanted this flight. He wanted to put B'jin in his place agian, to wipe the smugness from that whelp's face! More than anything else, though, S'kef wanted to conquer something. B'jin was perfectly conquerable, too.
"You're mine!" S'kef roared, taking off after the greenrider at a shameless sprint. His own roar merged with Tyrrisath's as the brown took off after Larri, his focus cold and steady. He would have her!