For the thrill of it {OPEN!}

[Brhi]

((A little out of practise with Pern sites soooo hopefully nothing’s inaccurate here. Feeling a bit overwhelmed at jumping into a new site when I haven’t RP’ed in a while haha! Anyone’s free to jump on in here!))

Well, he had been here hardly a few days and already had managed to land himself in some sort of trouble. The whole thing might have been a success if he hadn’t gotten himself in this sort of shape. Blood smeared down a tear in one of his pantlegs, dripping down into the thick, leather boots he wore. Thick enough, thankfully, that the blood pooled into it rather than have him leaving bloodied trails about the place.

He was trying his best to return to his new home – his room in the Candidate barracks – without being seen. Partially because it would look bad, partially because people would ask questions but mostly because he would have to explain himself and it wounded his pride that he had gotten hurt. The cut was not particularly deep, but it was flecked with dirt and could use some sort of sterilisation, no doubt. As it was, Varlind was determined to stay as far away from the infirmary as possible.

He also bore a short, thick cut across his right cheek that had stopped dripping blood by now but which continued to sting lightly as he moved through the darkened corridors on the way back to the barracks. He had his leather hat tipped across his face to block the scratch from view.

He needed to go out to that forest some other night. The scratches had come from falling down a particularly large rocky precipice over which he had been scrambling like a mad thing. Dusk had fallen during his way back and, between the darkness and the rain, he had fallen. Luckily, he had managed to grab onto a tree so as not to go sprawling onto the jagged rocks below. What a thrill.

Already, he thought, this place was so much more exciting than his home. A small thrill of adrenaline – fuelled by the pain – arced through him and his grey-amber eyes glittered as he carefully watched the floor in front of him. He was limping slightly but it was just after dinner so, hopefully, he would not run into anyone..

Swiping blonde hair from his face, he looked up to carefully glance around the corner, making sure the area was empty before he stepped softly from his hiding place and began to move, at a limp, down the corridor.

[damien]

((CLAIMED as bros. But obviously others can join in because Kyp talks at a higher decibel then normal))



He’s been stalking his prey for some time now. Unlike the others this one was not weak willed, at least not seemingly. Water dripped off of his lithe body as he curled up against the wall utilizing the shadows to cover him from view. He stalks carefully against the walls head flat, belly dragging as he moves barely a whisper escaping him.

He`s in front of his prey now and he has to reign in his thoughts just in case it picks up on it-but he`s never shown signs of being anything but particularly mind dead before. Still. Carefully he pricks his way along and when he judges the time is right-drops down to capture his prey.

Banner was mindful to not use his claws. He had done this trick before on Kyp`s brother, a few times. He lands across his face rough tongue slipping over the cut to taste human blood, bleh, before he rolls off chittering at him for being stupid enough for being caught.

Oi, wotcher doin' 'ere, isit?Wot 'ap-Varlind, right, wot did yer do?! Blimey!`` He steps up behind his elder brother looking like death washed over himself. His rib is wrapped so he has been limping as well but he ignores that as he hurries over to Varlind`s side. As always white blond hair is sticking up at various angles and silvery-grey eyes, now dark and stormy with worry, are surrounded by dark circles from lack of sleep.

``Wen did yer even cop here, isit?Why are yer 'ere, then, eh, mate? Did yer know the bloomin' weyrlord's a pervert, isit?Yor gonna cop molested! Right! It's bad enough I nearly did! Varlind wot did yer do ter yorself?`As always his accent is thicker when he`s worried and he`s babbling something about not being gay and please for the love of the shells don`t tell father okay, because he`s totally not. He shuts up though when he spots more blood on his brother and his eyes narrow dangerously.

`You.`It`s drawn out, said with as much anger as possible. After all Var`had spent his life practically stopping Kyp from doing fun things and now look at him, covered in blood and in a place where he was bound to get a hand down his pants!

[Brhi]

((Yesss!! And ff he’s so cute!))

Almost back at the barracks, the man was ready to breathe out a heady sigh of relief when, with a thick, wet slap something landed across his face. “Argh!” he growled, bringing his hands up to feel the mass of scales and wings that clung to him. The tongue at his cheek stung roughly and he scowled, as it suddenly jerked away and the mass of red went tumbling from his face. He recognized it instantly, if he hadn’t recognized the damn thing in the first place. “Banna’” He growled, accent marring the name.

And then came the inevitable voice he knew would call out to him. His brother was behind him and Varlind was wincing, teeth pulling back across his lips in annoyance. Of all the goddamn, stupid... ugh...

He turned mid-way through Kyp’s long rant, eyes narrowed sharply at his brother. “Oi, listen-”

His brother looked a mess. As if he hadn’t sleep and he moved with a slight limp. And what was that about perverts![/b]” With a frustrated growl, tipping his hat back so he could better look at his brother, Varlind closed the small amount of distance between them as Kyp hurried to his side. “Me!?” He snaps, bracing both hands on Kyprioth’s shoulders to inspect him thoroughly, not liking what he saw. “Lookit you! What’ve you done to yerself, Kyp! Limpin’ and lookin’ like ya ain’t got no sleep and what the bloody hell is all that about molestation!?” He glared at his younger brother, concnern and frustration mingling on his face. “Jus’... calm down an’ gimme a straight answer.” Always with the blathering... he was lucky he didn’t go back and report to father about the sudden lapse in logic that had made his sexuality go haywire!

[damien]

“Oi!” He fights off his brothers hands glaring at him as he half skips half stumbles back a few steps to peer down at him. He’s not about to admit to his brother that he’s had nightmares of waking up to some rider molesting him-or worse. Not that he doesn’t trust Var’, it’s just….well he might tell Da and then where would he be? So instead of mentioning the reasons why he got next to no sleep he awkwardly crossed his arms over his chest and meant to pout.

He got about as far as sort of pouting before his broken rib protests and he yelps in pain letting forth a rather creative and loud stream of swears that are anatomically impossible considering dragons couldn’t bend that way.

When he calms down enough to talk properly he takes his brother’s hand in his own with a quiet little noise of displeasure. “I 'aven't done a shardin fin'! Honest guv! This rider just fought me and broke me rib and 'e started 'ittin' on me, right, and the weyrlord, right, well ex-weyrlord I don't know anymore 'e were all tryin' ter get 'is 'and dahn me kegs but that's not the bloomin' point! Why are yer bleedin'?! Oi!”

For someone who found great joy in jumping off of cliff faces and putting himself in danger, the look on his face when he survey’s the damage on his brother is a mixture of pride(though he’ll never admit it) and displeasure. “Can’t stand like tha’.” He mutters quietly as he straightens Var’s tunic. It was bad enough his brother had been searched as well but to get hurt so he couldn’t stand? No way would he allow that. Only he was allowed to be left without a dragon thank you very much. His brother deserved a king or something to hold him in line.

[Brhi]

There was the inevitable pout. Varlind scowled at his brother, would have made a snappish comment had the younger boy not yelped. Concern instantly replaced the anger – well, mostly – and he stepped forward to grab Kyprioth’s arm. “Ya right?”

That was... not a proper answer. “Who beat ya up!?” He demanded, frustration flaring once more. He’d find this arse and give the bloomin’ prick a good talking to, that was for sure! It was worse to hear about the Weyr-... ex-Weyrleader? Whatever, that guy. “And what th’- he jus’- the bloomin’ Weyrleader!?” He sputtered, surprised, angered and concerned all at once. “Point me in th’ direction of these arseholes and I’ll show ‘em whatfo’. What sorta sick arsehole goes around tryin’ t’ molest the candidates. The male candidates!” Because that was even worse, right?

He calmed as his brother began to straighten his tunic, the growl fading a little in his throat. “Nuttin’. Jus’... havin’ a look around th’ place. Listen, can’t go standin’ ‘round in the hall like this. So why don’t we get back to the room and maybe stop this bleedin’. Ya can tell me what happened when we’re both sittin’ down...” Taking his brother’s arm in one spindly hand, he began to lead him down the corridor. “From the sounds of it might well need to be sittin’ down,” he grumbled to himself.

“The ‘ell is wrong wit’ this place!?” He demanded as they made their way to his room.

[damien]

“Well ter be fair we boff started the fight, sort of. I were winin', ffen 'e cheated and yer know I don't like tight spaces so I sort of started ter freak out. It's okay fough Banner likes 'is dragon.” And of course he knew how much he loved Banner even though the creature had taken a chunk out of his ear in the process of bonding to him. Still, he figures the garnet was a good enough judge of character and even though R’sren had been a bit of a pervert as well, was everyone in this shardn weyr gay or something?-he had been well…fun. He couldn’t deal with the odd feelings going through him, and he does his best to ignore them except his brother had to mention the weyrlord.

He’s bright red as he babbles out the next bit, and sadly even though he was talking super quickly his brother was used to this thick accent and the way he liked to babble and would understand every stupid word coming out of his mouth.

“Well yes...J'dol were a bit of a pervert but uh..well. Cor blimey guv! He's not all that bad, right, right I mean 'e were 'andsome and I just-er I didn't say that! Oi! I didn't say that at all! Honest guv!” Ineffectively waving his arms around, hurting his rib in the process he tries to calm himself down eyes following Banner as the firelizard crawls along the ground stalking a rat by the look of it.

He’s not entirely sure what to say. After all he’s not allowed to think of men that way, it’s just wrong but since he’s gotten here he’s been thinking about it quite a bit in fact. The look on his face is pained, thoughtful as he turns to cast his grey eyes on his brother opening his mouth to speak again this time more slowly.

'Ave a look, yer uh...don't tell Da okay, isit?It's not all that bad, he even said 'e'd 'elp me wiv the flight problems...yer know Uncle never spoke about them ter us and they are apparently right 'ard ter ignore. Uh, do yer want ter go ter my room, isit?They let me set up a tent outside since I don't like bein' indoors” He’s soothingly trying to talk his brother into not tattling to their father. After all he hasn’t done anything ‘gay’ yet anyway and plus looking didn’t harm nothing..right?

He tries his best trade mark wolfish smile motioning towards the exit as he waits to see what his brother says. At least in his tent he has minor first aid, he could bandage Vars wounds there and make sure to get all the dirt out. Bloody idiot probably let the dirt –breed- on his wounds.

[Brhi]

((So sorry for the delay, life is busy!))

Anger began to fade into mild annoyance and dismissive unimpressedness as Kyp began to stammer about the apparent pervert. Pick his little brother to not mind the whole thing at all. Still, the moment he came across the arse who had gotten his brother hurt, the little prick was going to have some serious questions to answer. The growl at the back of his throat died almost instantly as Kyprioth began to stutter out his words. “’Andsome, eh?” He wrinkled his nose at the idea, as if calling another man handsome was completely beyond him. He was silent, simply staring his brother down as Kyp tried to take back his words. “What’s wrong wit’ ya, callin’ a bloke ‘andomse an’...” He closed his eyes a moment, shaking his head in disbelief.

It was one thing to get himself hurt all the time – Varlind had gotten used to it, and, hell, he got himself into enough trouble. But... this whole thing with men that Kyp was going through... had to be a phase. Ugh.

Snorting softly, he shook his head. “Right, right, no tellin’ Da’... but ye’d better hope this ‘ole men thing wears off sometime, ya hear?” Or what? Would he tell their father? ...probably not..? Maybe..? Damn kid brother!

“Tent...? Ah... yeah, righto, tent, I guess...” This place couldn’t have been too bad, at least, if they’d let Kyp set up a tent. At least they weren’t forcing him to live inside, he knew how much his brother hated being indoors. He wasn’t too fond of it, either, but a roof over his head had become a welcome change of late. He let Kyp lead the way.

Now a bit calmer, he sighed. “What d’you make of fis place, then? All them dragons an’ ‘at? An’ ya better tell me where fis arse who beat ya up is, by the way. Gotta have a chat wit’ him, right?”

[damien]

((it’s fine, my life’s gone down the hole so I’m sorry this is short and it sucks))

Kyprioth winces under his brothers look. He’s gotten that look before though never to the degree it was being used on him now. “I uh..” He wasn’t quite sure what to say to make it all better. I’m sorry, I dream about men at night, not women? Women were scary creatures with teeth up there anyway! He was about to open his mouth to point this out when the noise just died on his lips. He looked beaten, sad and not at all happy to be under such an accusing stare.

He was glad when the conversation changed, at least it went away from his apparent enjoyment of old perverted men. He was quiet as he limped beside his brother his eyes flickering over his wounds as he shook his head. You would think he would have learned by now! Kyprioth had quite the skills under his own belt, used to trying to hide injuries like he was. Was Var trying to make him die at a young age or something?

“Aye, a tent.” He almost beamed proudly at that. He would have explained the virtues of the man who helped him get the tent but something told him his brother would rather hear about J’dol bleeding and lying naked in a pool of tunnelsnakes or somesuch..

“What do I think?” He sucked on his bottom lip as he moved gently steering his older brother towards the exit that would lead towards his tent. At least it wasn’t far. Since he was given this oh so special need he had to make due with having it as close to the barracks as possible so the teachers could check up on him. Not like it was hard, with the way the weyr was set up riders took to the air near his tent and could easily see if he was lighting anything on fire.

“I like it. It's a bit 'ard ter get used to, I mean after comin' from 'ome and all. Quite glad I left wivout sayin' good bye. Yer know 'ow Ma is." He did miss his family, he wasn’t about to lie but he hadn’t been particular close to any of them, except his older brother and his sister. His family was just to large for him to feel any connection to the rest of his sibs, who were all similar faced farm bred creatures to him.

“Cant believe yor 'ere ter ffough! Struth! Shame yer weren't there wen J'dol up and took me, we could 'ave been searched at the same time! Struth! I bet Ma and Pa are proud, Banner brought me hammer and tack a letter from them. Two of their sons standin', and their only daughter as well. O'course they fink she's 'ere so uh...don't go ruinin' that right?”

He motioned towards his tent which if he bonded, would be large enough to hold a baby dragon in it for a few months at least. Holding open the flap he tugged his brother inside. As usual it was clean, his bed roll pushed to one side and a little box of healer supplies right where Banner tended to sleep.

“How do yer like it 'ere, isit?I didn't figure yer ter want ter be a dragon rider! Yer never said anyfink yer know, even wen we played as kids.”