Love is in the air(Elessar)

[damien]

It was perhaps not the smartest of things for him to pick, to go with this ‘rebellion’, but the idea of going to Trellis weyr makes his hackles rise and his eyes narrow. They wouldn’t have accepted some gimp rider and he needs no pity from anyone. At least here he has a job, candidate master and he has the young to torture and flay till they realize dragonbonding isn’t everything the stories say it is. It isn’t being wrapped soul and soul with a creature who knows you in and out. Oh, there is that and he admits that to them. But it’s fighting thread, oiling a creature thirty feet in length or more, cleaning them making sure they don’t get ticks and other ailments and dealing with them when they get sick or when they get horny. Ha, that was the best the candidates thinking they had a choice in their sexuality. Pathetic.

He liked the outdoors, preferred it in fact. It meant he could be alone and now was the perfect time to train Maikoe. The little fluff ball had been begging to be taken outside and finally when they reach the edge of the forest where Szyth can just fit his rather malformed pale bronze bulk, Maikoe pops his head free from his handlers shirt and chirrups a question up at him.

“Yes, you can play now.” His voice is like rubbing rocks together. It’s not pleasant and as he moves to retrieve the rainbow huntyre eyas from its leather home he has to use his right hand the left hanging stiffly at his side just like his left leg. Finally he manages to capture the baby who gives a delighted cheep. Flapping his fat little blue speckled wings he manages to stay air born for a few moments, glorious moments at that-and tumbles to the ground where he sits in the ground with a puff of dust looking up at his person with utter displeasure.

Dant’ris smirked. “Well try again.” He mutters as he settled himself, awkwardly down on the ground with the help from his dragon. Szyth nudges him with loving care crooning, eyes whirling with hints of purple before he folds his paws in front of him to watch this flight practice. His gaze is more on his rider than anything else though.

Shouldn’t you help him back up?

“And is that how you learned how to fly, with me throwing you in the air?” He grunted rather rudely back at him giving him a stone look.

Szyth snorted baring his teeth in what was suppose to be a parody of a human smile-which turns out to be frightening with his huge maw.

You couldn’t lift me if you wanted to

“And that’s a rock in your craw, isn’t it old boy? You wish I could chase you.” His eyes sparkled with rare mirth at his dragons uncomfortable squirming response.

[Elessar]

JUMP! JUMP![/color]

K'dri gritted his teeth. How he had Impressed such a sharding irritating dragon was beyond him. They had been bonded for over twenty years, however, so it was with little anger in his voice that K'dri replied to the blue dragon that he was currently sitting on as they coasted over the forest. "No."

I won't drop you![/color]

The rider shook his head and gave an exasperated sigh. "No," he repeated, his voice low and gravelly. He was clearly upset, and Myth was obviously trying to cheer him up, but the man was in no mood to be cheered. Nymari was carrying his child, and all he wanted was to be with her... but she kept pushing him away, even with Noita's mysterious disappearance. K'dri wasn't sure what to do with himself.

You should jump![/color]

The pair were flying slowly, with Myth catching thermals and simply drifting. K'dri closed his eyes. He had not bothered putting on the riding straps, since he had not intended to do any serious riding. For half a second, he was tempted to just jump, let it all end for the few seconds he was in free-fall... but he knew Myth would catch him. The blue always did.

Despite their differences, Myth had been the one constant in K'dri's life... a life which Myth had saved many a time, especially after K'dri's son and wife had died. The rider had tried so often to end his life, and make the pain end, but Myth was always there... saving him. "Fine," He finally muttered. "Catch."

The blue flared his wings and K'dri slid from his broad, scaly back, and dropped. Closing his wings, Myth let his rider free-fall for a few good seconds before snapping open his wings and letting K'dri fall onto his back and resume his previous riding position, as if nothing had happened.

The pair continued flying, a slow circular pattern high above the forest, until Myth noticed another rider pair down below. K'dri, too caught up in his own convoluted thoughts, didn't notice until his dragon started to descend. "What are you--?" Myth ignored his rider, and instead called a greeting to the bronze below. Hello, bronze one![/color] Landing rather gracefully a good bit away from the larger dragon, Myth wondered if maybe he could make a new friend.

Grumbling, K'dri slid from his dragon's back, hitting the ground with a bit more force than he would have liked, jarring his body rather painfully. Gritting his teeth and clenching his fists, K'dri stepped away from his dragon, shaking his head. "I'm too sharding old for this," he snapped, grumbling to himself until he noticed the other man that was apparently teaching his huntyre to fly.

Bronze one, my name is Myth, and Mine is K'dri![/color] K'dri closed his eyes in exasperation. "Not everything is about making friends, you great oversized wherry!" He snarled. Taking a few more steps closer to the other rider, surreptitiously making sure he had at least four or five daggers on him (which he did), K'dri shrugged. "I guess I'm not going anywhere. Sharding dragon wants to make a friend."

[damien]

A scent caught his nostrils making his head turn upward as he stares at the blue. Interesting. He hasn’t met other dragons since their arrival here. Mostly because Dant’ris was a grumpy lot and wanted to stay as far away from them as he possibly can. His eyes whirl with interest as he steps back a bit giving the blue room. Huge wings furl to curl along his back the vein like network of green-bronze coloration dappled over him in the sunlight.

He ignores his riders rather potent displeasure that he can cut with a knife and instead bows his great bulky head towards the other dragon. Colors never meant anything to him, a dragon was a dragon after all and this one seemed well.

Hello Myth. My name is Szyth, this is my Dearheart, Dant’ris. That fluffy thing is Maikoe, do not step on him! His voice does not fit with his personality. Oh it fits his size but the deep almost echoing sensuality that he oozes off is out of place when compared to how he stares at his rider, and speaks of him. Dearheart?

He had spoken openly so Dant’ris had heard and the man shoots his dragon a rather murderous look before he turns to tower over the other man. It’s hard to seem frightening when half your body is limp and unmoving but some how he manages it even with holding his cane in a tight grip like he is. He doesn’t need knives the cane is made out of a thick almost unbreakable wood, polished black and heavy enough to break limbs.

There were of course rumors that he could also flay the young with his gaze alone, but those were just rumors. Surely.

“I don’t do friends.” Dant’ris grunted at the other man eying him for a moment before he turns back just in time to catch sight of Maikoe. The little rainbow fluffball let forth a rather adorable set of cheeps and twirls before awkwardly half running half flapping to the blue rider. He hit his leg with a thump sitting down to peer up at him with large eyes centered in a head filled with orange and violet fluff.

“Oh Maikoe you great bloody..” Muttering Dant’ris edged his foot around to poke the beast, oddly gentle as he tries to move him. He can’t really bend down to pick him up, it’s obvious he can’t move like that and he looks greatly pained, angry even. He can’t just ask for help and all he’s able to do is level a rather murderous look to the bluerider. “Don’t hurt him.” He hisses the threat left open in the air.

Szyth sighs shifting his great weight till he can drape his all too long tail between the two humans idly flickering the forked tip back and forth.

Please forgive him, he’s being polite. He is just worried about Maikoe. You feel different than other riders Szyth was careful talking to this rider, fearing perhaps that he might be the type that was either completely brain blocked to anyone but his own dragon or just angry when things spoke to him. Most people were, Szyth had found out the hard way. Apparently having another creature talk to you in your head was the same as screaming at them and shaking their worst fear in their eyes. Silly humans.