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Post by twitchie on Apr 26, 2012 3:04:12 GMT -4
A purple serpentine body could be seen in the rivers murky currents, twisting and wheeling with clear glee.
Abyrath surfaced, floating with the rapids and snorting water from her nostrils.
Mine! Look at me! I swim so pretty! Don't I KaMine? [/color]
The tanned boy was leaning against a tree, slapping insects from his body.
"Of course Abyrath! You are doing great! Swimming's making your legs much stronger."
The amethyst made a pleased sound, much like a cats' purr but slightly deeper and more rough.
Suddenly, however, Abyrath stiffened and searched with her mind.
Someone's here Mine. I feel them.... [/color]
She relaxed and trumpeted an excited noise.
Greetings friend and rider-friend! Come and join us! The water is nice! What a nice day to play alittle! [/color]
Abyrath was nearly shivering with happiness and her tail wagged abit like a dogs'.
New friends!
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Post by Zirin on Apr 26, 2012 3:33:20 GMT -4
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.
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Post by twitchie on Apr 26, 2012 3:56:36 GMT -4
Abyrath stepped out of the river, her purple hide shining with water.
So this was who she had sensed? She, as usual, could not recall either dragon or rider..
Oh well!
The problem was easily dismissed and the amethyst focused on the sub-king.
Then what do you enjoy? [/color]
There was still that almost annoying joy in her voice, carefree cheerfulness. Like nothing bad ever could possiblely happen... Sweet sweet innocence..
She opened her wings, feeling her stomach growl. Oh? Swimming must have made her hungry.
Oh! Oh! Would you like to hunt? I could always use practice... [/color]
The little amethyst was atleast one-third Braymoth's size but she was either unaware. Or unphased. Being so tiny every dragon was somewhat bigger than her..
A sparkle came into Abyrath's eyes and she crept closer to the large garnet.
Surely a strong and clever King like yourself could teach me a thing or two about killing..? Could you not? [/color]
Ka'mond nearly fell over as he heard and felt the change in his bonded. His short-attention spanned, forgettful, and innocent Abyrath flirting?!
He scratched his head, adjusting his tunic carefully. He spyed Yufa and made his way toward her, gaping at the monster of a garnet. Good God. He was massive. And intimidating...
"Heeey."
Ka'mond greeted Yufa, taking in her fair skin and glossy curls right away. Not that he was studying her. Nope he had his eyes set on Asaara. His friend, an albino. But that wasn't the point..
He waved at her and trotted to where she wad gathering herbs.
"I'm Ka'mond. That's my Abyrath over there.."
He grinned secretly concerned by his dragon's change of mood..
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Post by Zirin on Apr 26, 2012 4:18:23 GMT -4
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.
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Post by twitchie on Apr 26, 2012 4:43:16 GMT -4
A look of dismay and confusion crossed little Abyrath's face and she puffed up. Her chest was forced out and she opened her wings wide, increasing her size by a mere fraction and giving her a defiant look.
Without fear she came closer and stared at Braymoth with almost angry eyes. The blue and green had tinges of red in her swirling orbs.
She could hunt! And she could kill! She might be clumsy but how dare he accuse her of not being able to cause harm!
Her nostrils blew hot air and for once the tiny amethyst growled!
It was a low sound, soft and weak at first but slowly rose in volume.
I beg your pardon, BloodKing , but I am no weakling. I'm small. Does size bother you? Am I of lesser value because I'm tiny? I'll have you know I'm quicker and more graceful than many flyers. [/color]
Again Abyrath came closer to Braymoth so that she had to tilt her head up and stretch her neck to glare at him. Her tail twitched with an agitated gesture and wove through the air like a snake.
Her body felt hot. Such dark emotions were new to young Abyrath. Never before had she met such a rude dragon! But why she felt so... drawn to him she did not know. A smart dragon would have fled but Abyrath would do no such thing.
I'll show you an Amethyst can also dance in blood! [/color]
She hissed sharply and firmly. There was a challange in her being. She challanged Braymoth. It showed in her defiance. Her eyes. Her words. Maybe he'd learn to pick on someone his own size. Literally.
Ka'mond seemed to pale as Abyrath changed moods again, as if switching a lightswitch. Happy then rageful. It frightened him.
His hands shook slightly and he was ready to throw himself between his precious Abyrath and Braymoth if need be.
"I don't know what's gotten into Abyrath. She's never acted like this. I'm sorry..."
Ka'mond was worried now. Was Abyrath sick? Was something bothering her? Was he not giving her enough attention? The simple boy wrung his hand and chewed his lip. Abyrath was his best friend!
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Post by Zirin on Apr 26, 2012 6:02:04 GMT -4
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.
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Post by twitchie on Apr 26, 2012 6:32:09 GMT -4
The garnet's mockery was hurtful! Oh how it angered the little amethyst! Her wings returned to her sides and she growled again.
Go on and laugh. It does not bother me. You don't scare me, if that's what you hoped for. Sure you are big and powerful but- [/color]
The snap of hide against wet hide was sharp in the air and Abyrath let out a surprised squeal. Then she hissed with new irritation.
Oh! Oh! She would get him for that!
How she hated him! He was just a jerk! A bully! How dare he!
But she battled with her more primal beastly feelings. He was strong, fit and handsome. If only his tongue weren't so sharp at times. But words were words... But these new feelings were..
Real.
Abyrath had only a moment to gape at Braymoth's wingspan. One wing seemed nearly an entire Abyrath!
She gingerly shook her damp hide and fanned water from her wings. Then the little purple dragon sprang into the air easily following Braymoth. She beat her wings twice as much as the garnet but flew with a lovely smoothness she'd been perfecting.
She spiraled around the sub-king, gladly showing off her speed and grace. Oh yes. This would annoy him. He'd likely swat at her like she was an insect buzzing around his head. But she'd evade.
I want to paint the world in shades of blood. I want to mimic the colors of your hide, BloodKing. There is such beauty in the art of death. [/color]
The amethyst made no effort to cover her respect, her growing like of the garnet. He seemed to become her enemy and her first crush more every moment! Oh! Dark and dangerous.. But so inviting!
Abyrath angled her wings, perfectly diving. Her skills seemed to improve as she was hunting with good reason: To impress.
She didn't give the herdbeast a chance to scatter. She dropped down upon a cow-beast si fast it had hardly a chance to scream before her jaws cruelly snapped its neck. Her tongue licked her lips and caught the blood as it dripped.
I drink from a hot river of scarlet. Share with me your skill of the hunt, mighty King of Destruction! [/color]
Abyrath crooned his title with an affectionate sound, flirtious feeling brightening her dark view Braymoth. He was so regal! She adored him! She despised him as well.
Ka'mond stopped wringing his hands and he reddened.
"Abyrath has never acted this way. She's never been defiant or showy or... blood-thirsty.. its not like her! Is she sick? I can't tell.. Am I a bad rider if I don't know about my bonded?"
Poor Ka'mond! He continued to tear himself up....
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Post by Zirin on Apr 26, 2012 7:05:44 GMT -4
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...
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Post by twitchie on Apr 26, 2012 7:35:09 GMT -4
Abyrath bated hoe she could not impress the wonderful garnet!
She could not win any sort of respect.
She surpressed a shutter st the way he killed. No amount of love for the sub-king would change her innocence. That was.. too cruel. Suddenly the blood and nest of her meal were glass and stones in her throat and belly. No. That was cruel.
Abyrath looked again st the splendid male before her. And she wondered why she was so attracted to him. He had not said a nice thing to her yet, and he was so blood-thirsty! Like a killer and a lamb. She of course being the lamb.
Why do you reject me? What about do you dislike? I try and please you but I must lack in something. Great and brilliant King what is wrong with me? [/color]
Abyrath was heartbroken and angry. She had done beautifully! The beet she'd ever done! But not a bit of praise could be coaxed from those scarlet jaws! She hardly contained a whimper of frustration, positive her King would think it as another weakness.
Ka'mond had had enough.
Abyrath. Please come back. He's not worth your time! You could to better! I know you are special. You did perfect. Don't let him change you. You are my Abyrath. Don't let anyone tell you differently.
The boy forced a smile for Yufa and he patted her hand.
"Yeah. I'm still learning. Abyrath's just reached her 12 month mark.. So I'm pretty untrained."
He grinned alittle. He had forgotten what human friendship was like...
"I can't imagine whet I'd do without Abyrath. If I hadn't impressed I'd still be poising fields and doing farm chores. She's really changed my life.'
KaMine! This dragon's so rude! And to think I respect him! Some sub-king he is! His loss! His loss! [/color]
Abyrath left the bones of her meal and was once again air-born. She didn't need the mysteriously charming and murderous king! She could find other males who would treat her right. She would be a princess to someone.. One day...
She twisted mid-air and her wings spun with her. Yes! An amethyst princess!
Look at me Mine! I'm beautiful, aren't I? [/color]
Yes, Abyrath. Simplely stunning.
As she landed Ka'mond smiled again at Yufa. She had been right.
"Thank you."
Was all the boy could manage.
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Post by Zirin on Apr 26, 2012 10:59:28 GMT -4
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.
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Post by Wish on Apr 26, 2012 12:36:29 GMT -4
Honestly Braymoth, you really are too devious for your own good.
Lorendyth's purring croon snaked out to touch him mentally, a brief caress before she pushed at his mind in a scolding mood. She is only a child Prince, don't think she should be anything else. There is plenty of time for her to learn of blood and hatred. Let her stay innocent of the world while she can still. Backwinging she landed not far off and crouched low to let her rider off of her. Akilu simply raised a hand in greeting.
"Thought Id find you here. Just wanted to tell you they switched out drill practice. We're free for the evening." She smiled at her friend, nodding to the Weyrling. Had it really been so long since she had been like him? "So...I'm sorry oh I didn't even introduce myself. I'm Akilu, that's my Green Lorendyth." She waved to the dragoness who simply snorted and slunk over to her champion, nuzzling his side before moving to nip at his shoulder in greeting, her tongue flicking over a trace of blood.
Been causing pain to the little herdbeaasts have we?
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Post by twitchie on Apr 26, 2012 14:44:08 GMT -4
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.
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Post by Zirin on Apr 26, 2012 19:33:45 GMT -4
Hardly devious right now, my Lady. he replied lazily, rolling his eyes but pleased that a dragon like her had finally shown up. Perhaps she could teach Abyrath a thing or two about growing up. His eyes whirled in amusement as Lorendyth berated him, not really caring for her tone either way. And how were you as a child, Lorendyth? This one will get to the skies in Threadfall and be devastated. I'm simply introducing her to the future.
Only a little pain. Apparently its screams of agony frightened the poor child. A shame. Even still, he hissed as she nipped at him and was quick to return the favor, picking a spot on her shoulder he hadn't already marked. I suppose if you want me to play nice I can go twine my neck with hers and whisper sweet nothings. His voice held a dripping sweetness to it. He was curious if Lorendyth would care if he shared his attention with another. The garnet turned his gaze to Abyrath, amused at the way her tail lashed against her rider. Was she jealous? How cute.
"Greetings, Akilu," Yufa curtsied to her friend and wingmate as Akilu approached. "How wonderful, I was hoping to gather a few more herbs today." She smiled softly, the picture of a prim and proper young woman, despite the few hints of dirt on her dress. "I'm glad she is okay. She seems such a cheerful dragon."
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