Watch me Mine! (Twitch&Zizi)

Braymoth had been enjoying the warmth of the sun on his blood red hide. Well, sort of. There were many things he would rather be doing; tearing apart a heardbeast, meeting with his green lady of chaos, or even just observing the Weyr. In fact, observation had been on his to-do list for the day, but his sharding rider insisted that they come out here so she could pick herbs. Again. Of course, there was no one around to amuse him either. I don't see why you need so many of the darn things. This is a waste of time. He hissed, his pink tail knocking against the ground in his annoyance. He received only silence from his rider. She was ignoring him again.

He lifted his head. Was someone nearby? Perhaps this wouldn't be a waste of a day after all. it seemed they weren't far off either. He didn't rise, positive the dragon would come to him, from the sound of her voice. A friendly type it seemed, perhaps a little airheaded too. He snorted, his eyes tinjed with red as he searched the air and water for the stranger. Ah, there she was... an amethyst, and a young one at that. Great, so much for being useful. Braymoth please. Behave.

Yufa brushed a stray strand of hair behind her ear, brushing off her simple dress as she stepped out of the nearby trees, her basket of herbs in hand. A quick glance in the river confirmed that she still looked relatively clean and proper, something she took great importance in. As she messed with her appearance, Braymoth looked back at the dragoness once more before laying his head back down. I do not 'play'. With a roll of her eyes, Yufa gave a short curtsy to the purple dragon, wondering if she was out here alone.

Nothing you would enjoy, I'm sure. he replied lazily, keeping an eye on the slowly approaching female. She was tiny, rediculously tiny, and he wasn't a large dragon by any means. She was annoyingly cheerful too... probably a blabbermouth with a short memory. Hmm... a short memory... that might come in handy. It appeared she had a short attention span too, though the idea of hunting pleased him. He could feel the mild pangs of hunger; he had planned on hunting when they returned to the Weyr.

Could he handle the purple twerp tagging along though, that was the real dilema. Although, he was no doubt stuck with her here anyways, so he may aswell get a good meal out of it. Oh my... did such a sweet, tiny dragoness just imply she wanted to kill? Perhaps he had rejected her too soon. Step closer and I can teach you first hand how easy it is to kill. He hissed as she drew closer, not sure if it was because she was brave, or stupid. Everyone knew how dangerous a garnet could be. You don't look like you could harm a trundlebug, Twerp

If Ka'mond had come closer, he would have noticed the light scars and bruises that littered her skin, though most of them were artfully covered with her dress or make up. She lowered her gaze as she noticed him looking at her; a habit of her old life, one that she knew she should break, but just couldn't.

"A pleasure to meet you and yours, Ka'mond. I am Yufa, rider of Braymoth." She curtseyed as she spoke, careful not to spill any of her herbs in the process. A few strands of her auburn hair slipped into her eyes and she was quick to brush them behind her ear again.

Braymoth gave the amethyst one quick look before breaking out in draconic laughter, and even yufa had to cover her mouth to hide a dainty chuckle. Oh how cute, a purple balloon. I'm quivering in fear. His tone carried a heavy tone of sarcasm. If anything, puffing herself up like that simply made her look more rediculous in the garnet's eyes. At least she was offering him a form of amusement. Even her growl was cute!

Temper temper, Twerp. I think you're of lesser value because you have no self control. It has little to do with your size. He stood, towering over the young amethyst as he yawned and stretched. So, she thought herself quick did she? Before his rider could stop him, Braymoth had turned slightly to whip his tail at Abyrath, not so hard that it would injure her much. If it hit, the purple dragoness would no doubt be knocked back a bit and have a nice bruise for a few days. However, the garnet's attack was lazy at best, and he cared little if the hit actually landed. He simply wanted to test her boasting.

He seemed to think about her challenge. She was no Lorendyth, but Braymoth enjoyed watching any dragoness give in to their primal side. Perhaps even this airheaded amethyst would prove to be entertaining on the hunt. Very well. Prove to me you are more than an average amethyst. He stretched his wings, no doubt an impressive wingspan to such a small dragoness, and launched himself from the ground, not bothering to check if the female was following. There was a wild herd of herdbeast just down the river, he swerved towards them and waited.

"Pardon my intrusion but... are you alright, Ka'mond Sir?" She asked quietly, her voice showing only the faintest hint of concern. She had seen the same thing happen with other riders before... Braymoth seemed to have a way of affecting the dragons he met. "Please, let me apologize for my dragon's behaviour." She dipped her head again, but subtly watched Ka'mond, taking note of the way he bit his lip and wrung his hands. Her healer training had involved learning how to watch others for signs of stress, and in this case, worry.

It seemed she wasn't as quick as she boasted. Leave it to an amethyst to make claims bigger than she could handle. He rumbled with satisfaction as he felt his tail connect with her, enjoying the sound of her squeal. It was moments like this that made him truly enjoy inflicting pain, however small. He was also amused by the way she gaped. His wings were quite large, the width alone was about Abyrath's size, but the length was much, much longer than her; they had to support his size after all.

He circled the herd lazily, looking for a particularly meaty tidbit. He spotted one, but waited for the amethyst to 'strut her stuff'. It was nothing spectacular; she picked a target, landed on it, and snapped its neck. Give or take, it was no different than the way they had been taught in lessons. He listened to her words with amusement, not missing the flirtatious tone of his words. Braymoth was not the type of dragon to simply fall for any female willing to speak with him. She needed to prove chasing her was worth his time. I suppose death is nice enough, if you want to take the fun out of it. He replied with a yawn, as his eyes found his target once more. Tucking his wings, he dove, spreading them again with a snap at the last moment and scooping up the large herdbeast in one of his claws. He swerved to land not far from Abyrath, his dinner still fighting in his claw.

He didn't kill the beast however. No.. it wasn't death that made the red dragon's blood pump. It was the screams of agony, the taste of blood in his mouth, the final attempt to fight back. To Braymoth, Abyrath's hunting had been clean and innocent. Eyes whirling with anticipation, he sunk his teeth into the creature's flank, tearing a chunk of flesh from its bones and purring with excitement as the cow screamed beneath him. THIS was the art of death; slow, painful and messy. Beautiful music, isn't it? He hissed, his tongue darting out to lick the blood from his lips before reaching down to tear another strip from his still living dinner. Speak to me of death and destruction when you learn the true art of it, Twerp.

Yufa shuddered at the killing intent she fell over her link with Braymoth. She had been bonded to the garnet for over two Turns now, and feeling him eat never got easier. At least it was an animal and not another dragon or person, she supposed.

"If you don't mind me saying... It is probably my Braymoth's fault. He... exudes violence..." She didn't like speaking poorly of her partner, but it was the truth. He had a knack for bringing out the violent sides in others; dragon or human. She could tell the amethyst's rider needed some sort of comfort, but she wasn't sure what else to say. he knew his dragon better than anyone else, surely if he called her away from Braymoth she would return to her usual self. Worried, she reached out to him, moving to rest a hand on his arm, her eyes full of concern and calm understanding. "You are... a weyrling, aren't you?" She glanced at his knots, "Life is all about learning new things... Your bonded will continue to change as she grows. It is nthing to be worried about..." She hoped at least...

Braymoth had been watching her out of the corner of his eye, watching and waiting for the reaction that was sure to come. The look of disgust, of fear. His eyes whirled with pleasure as he saw her hesitate, clearly taken aback by the way he hunted. Her naive innocence amused him. he hadn't expected any less of her; she was nothing more than a young amethyst trying to draw attention. He supposed he should answer her. He WAS feeling nice today.

I don't care for children. I don't have time to teach you how wrong your view of the world is. He replied, finally crunching down on his meal's throat, ending the screams of agony. He made quick work of the rest of the meat. I don't want someone who thinks the world is a happy, loving place. I want someone beside me to bring forth the screams of terror and pain. He hissed in delight, the blood dripping from his teeth as she took to the air. He wasn't far behind, settling lazily on the ground. The boy received a hiss for being so close to His though.

Yufa gave a brief, soft smile back. She knew what had gone on through her link with Braymoth and was simply glad he had used words and example to get rid of her, rather than simply attacking the dragoness.

"She is alright?" Yufa asked calmly, watching the small amethyst's flight.

Abyrath simplely snorted now. She thought sub-kings were suppost to be wise and leaderly, not grumpy and snappy.
She was cross now, yet another mood that was unlike the happy Abyrath.

She crept close to Hers, purring when he rubbed her face and neck. He touched her franticly at first, then visiblely relaxed.
KaMine, I'm fine. I didn't mean to frighten you. I thought I could make a friend, but nothing pleases a sour dragon. Atleast that one. He's a bad apple, rotten and mean. I don't need to impress him. He's not worth my time! [/color]

The amethyst sniffed the air disdainfully, pride obviously sore. She'd only wanted to play! Why couldn't Braymoth be friendly? She'd done no harm!

Abyrath eyed the green as she landed, and cuddled up to Braymoth. She stiffled a growl, feeling oddly jealous. Her tail lashed, and nearly smacked Ka'mond.

Oh! Mine! I'm sorry! I wasn't paying attention! [/color]
Abyrath busied herself by checking Hers over, purposely snorting in his ears and hair to make him squirm.

"Abyrath..."
He said softly, looking quite back to normal now that he had his playful dragon back.
Reddening, he faced Akilu, and raised a hand in greeting.

"Hey! I'm Ka'mond and this-"
He stroked Abyrath's nose and face.
"is Abyrath."

Greetings Lorendyth'sOwn. [/color]

The amethyst was cheery again, happier with her back facing Braymoth and his 'mate'. She did not like being angry or jealous or confused. Everyone should be happy! The sun was shining! The birds were singing! Who would want to foul such a nice day with such dark thoughts? She certainly did not!

"She's confused and a bit peeved, but she'll be fine I do think."
He told Yufa, still smiling.