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Post by Flame on Jul 20, 2011 16:23:33 GMT -8
 
Lokin had stolen V’ktor’s shirt. It was a light brown tunic, with the drawstrings and everything. Of course it was belted on with a tan belt, and black leggings, her black boots, and her hair up it managed to fit, even with the sleeves rolled up. She’d refused to give it back, and oddly enough (at least for her) he’d let her keep it. She’d enjoyed the morning just lazing in bed, with V’ktor. And was oddly happy when she went down for what was lunch. Z’law had sniggered at her, and asked her about her night. Which had gotten him a playful swat on the shoulder. Z’law hadn’t really reacted to the new Weyrleader, beyond a quick nod. Weyrleader’s changed. It was the Weyrwoman who didn’t. He was loyal to Lokin, and Remi, no one else.
Of course this was an hour after Lunch, and she was speaking with Lilly and Roland when Dianath warned of D’mar. Tell Sad, and Athenath she ordered. ”Lilly, D’mar’s here. Roland, come on. I’d like you to watch. Don’t speak unless spoken to.” nothing in her voice showed her fear, but the tall boy noted it in her blue eyes. She was like a second mom to him, and he felt angered that the man could scare her so badly.
Together they entered the Weyrbowl just as the large bronze settled down. Both Golds were in attendance, though Athenath hissed, and Dianath growled, their eye’s with slight red flickering through their irises. Dianath crouched, her anger evident by her flicking tail. Athenath was smaller, but still her fury was there, ready to launch Galeth LEAVE my WEYR! the just risen queen growled, lowering her head in anger.
Lokin on the other hand looked calm, though she didn’t feel it. She was comforted by the tall boy behind her. She knew that the man up on the bronze and the boy behind her were related, but she wanted to see if either would realize it. And she wanted to conferm it. D’mar slid off his Bronze, who ignored the roar of the Sr. Queen, though he was on edge. He was eyeing the large Dianath with some trepidation. After all, she’d led the attack on him. He still had the scars to show for it.
”Ah Weyrwoman Lokin. Enjoy… Your night?” Starting off inappropriate. ”Where’s the weyrleader? V’ktor wasn’t it? And Sadrith flew Athenath. Hm. Now at least someone with brains will be handling this weyr.” He gave her a haughty look. As if he was better than her. She kept her gaze even, though she was trembling slightly. ”Take that back! Lokin has done good by the weyr. How DARE you say that?” The youthful voice of Roland snapped out, the anger boiling over. ”Roland. Sh. Relax. It’s alright.” She said reaching out and placing a hand on him, for he’d stepped before her. ”No. I won’t. He insulted you.”
”I see you are using children to protect yourself Lokin. Not very… adept are we?” snake. That’s what he was. She glared at him, not speaking.
 STATUS # Good FEATURING # Dianath, Athenath, Sadrith, Lokin and V’ktor ATTIRE # Something WORD COUNT # Something NOTES # She’s adorable. CREDIT # IRONICALLIZE_IT @ CAUTION 2.0 |
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Post by jaenelle on Jul 20, 2011 19:56:17 GMT -8
Tyranith heard Sadrith call to him, so he poked his rider who had been working on finishing a lap harp.What is it, Tyran? He asked, an irritated look on his face. D'mar is here with Galeth...V'ktor requires our presence....We must go, Mine. The bronze rider's face was suddenly drained of all color. D'mar? Here so soon? He shook himself slightly, his face still colorless. D'mar was the man that had scared him and Tyranith enough to have them basicly run from Benden. He had vollenteered to go to Darkened, with the hope that someday he could liberate himself and his bronze from that terrible place...and from the man that ran it.
The Harper swallowed quickly and struggled to regain his composure. He had to go... otherwise D'mar and V'ktor would come looking for them. Alright...Let's go Tyranith." He climbed onto the bronze and he took off from the ledge of their weyr. They went between and popped up just outside the rim of the weyrbowl. They flew over it and circled slowly, looking at the huge bronze form of Galeth. L'civer felt a shiver from his bronze as the flew down to where Sadrith stood beside his mate and the other gold. Galeth and the other Benden dragons had bullied poor Tyranith about his un-bronze-like nature, aiding their desision to leave the Weyr.
The green-tarnished bronze set down beside the burnt one, and L'civer dismounted gracefully. His boots hit the dust with a dull thud and he turned to face V'ktor after nodding to D'mar. He did not look D'mar in the eye, but he did with V'ktor. You requested our presence, Weyrleader. He gave the man a nodd, before turning to D'mar once more. The Harper's voice was strong, despite the fear in the pit of his stomach. Greeting, Weyrleader D'mar. To what do we owe the visit? The greeting was stiff, and the rider knew it.
The bronze nodded to all three golds and the silver before focusing on Sadrith. You called, Sadrith. Me and Mine heeded it. The bronze looked at the larger bronze before turning his gaze on the Benden Bronze. Greetings, Galeth. His greeting was as clipped as his riders. The bronze positioned himself slightly behind Sadrith, but his position still defensive of the Queens. He and his rider put on an air of cool authority, despite the growing unease in both of them. |
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Post by Flame on Jul 20, 2011 20:20:48 GMT -8
Athenath relaxed a bit when Sadrith landed next to her. She lifted herself up a bit, from her crouch, as did Dianath when With arrived. Tanith’s arrival was quiet. As was expected. The silver dwarfed all dragons here but Dianath, but still he managed to be silent. He stood behind them, a looming shadow, waiting, watching. Z’law had come forward to snatch Roland away, though he was grumbling. Z’law nodded to Tan’er but was more focused on Roland, who was practically whining.
Lokin glanced over as Remi’s hand grabbed her own, giving a squeeze. ”He’s here because V’ktor was his rider. He’s come to check up on Darkened. See if he can get control.” the young woman whispered back, her voice trembling slightly. She didn’t like this at all.
D’mar watched the boy leave, seeing something… different about him. He saw a younger version of himself. Odd. He turned his attention to V’ktor as he arrived, and the other’s. Not speaking as he caught sight of Remi, and her obvious support of Lokin. Lokin looked… Worried. Good. He turned his green gaze on V’ktor. His eyes level, though his annoyance showed through. ”Lire. You knew I would come. Probably sooner than this.” He caught site of Lokin’s slight twitch, and Dianath’s re-crouching. Galeth didn’t answer any of the dragons, his red/yellow swirling eyes locked on Dianath’s Green. There would be trouble from her.
”I came to see the Weyrleader of Darkened Weyr. I assume that can only be you.” D’mar said simply, his voice smooth. Then he fully looked at Lokin. And her shirt. He froze for a second, and caught a fierce look in her blue eyes. Hope. ”I’ve come to… congratulate you. And to tell you that if you ever need help, anything at all. Benden is at your service.” he said flicking his attention off of Lokin and back on V’ktor, though there was something more watchful about his movements. ”After all. That was part of the bargin. I fix the weyr, Western Weyr, joins with the rest of the world in reconition.”
That brought Lokin forward, quickly dropping Remi’s hand. ”Actually. If I remember correctly. It was after you left that it started to heal.” her words were quiet, and she knew everyone would hear them. The silence after wards, as well as the glare told her that she’d hit home. She was infront of V’ktor now. As she’d expected. ”It was you who broke Darkened Weyr. It was me. Remi and Me, who fixed it. Kept it from falling. And we did it without YOUR help.”
She watched him turn red, but it was the look that told her that she was in trouble. And it wouldn’t happen now. ”How dare you. How DARE you talk back to the Benden Weyrleader. Weyrleader V’ktor, control your Weyrwoman.” he snarled, shaking as he pointed a finger at Lokin. But the damage was done. Everyone not from benden knew it.
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Post by Flame on Jul 21, 2011 10:37:04 GMT -8
Lokin looked at Remi for a moment. ”A weyrleader listens to his heart, not to what other’s tell him. At least the good ones will. If we’re lucky he’ll see that we are in the right. He’s better than V’riy not being here.” she said softly, but other wise keeping quiet.
”That is your prerogative, Weyrleader. Though the weyr runs on all hours. So you will have to learn to wake early.” not exactly a barb, but there was something else behind it, already saying that the weyrleader was an idiot. Lokin knew that wouldn’t go over well.
Dianath growled as With got between her and her target. With. Move. Out of my way. she didn’t care about the fact that she liked With, she wanted him out of her way, and she snaked her head towards his neck, and nipped at it, though not hard, and not even touching the flesh, but a warning, and a reminder, that she was bigger.
Lokin let V’ktor grab her, and hold her. She forced the tears back. This was not a time for tears. She loved Darkened Weyr, with the Hold right there, and the many colors of dragons. She knew how each dragon reacted to this or that. And D’mar treating it as if it was nothing… hurt. Of course nothing could change the Triumphant look on D’mar’s face. He’d won that round. And the Benden rider’s would see that the woman needed controlled. She was dangerous. Though she hadn’t attacked him, that would have been perfect. ”I do not care what you think she is Weyrleader. She needs to be controlled. Other wise she just might jepordize your weyr’s standing.” came the swift reply, as he watched V’ktor hold Lokin. There was danger there. The dragons he could understand but the way Lokin leaned into V’ktor’s arms, and listened to what ever he was saying? That bothered him, that and the fact that V’ktor was holding her.
Lokin looked up at V’ktor, trying to control her anger. ”But he’s… I’m right. The weyr was in shambles when I became weyrwoman… I… I’m sorry.” she closed her eyes and forced herself to calm down. Like she did for Dianath, and Athenath, though the second was letting her mate keep her from attacking Galeth, Dianath had moved around With, and was standing nose to nose with the Benden Bronze. She could feel the nerviousness of the big bronze as he realized that he was staring Dianath in the face.
Dianath. Control. You’re only making us look worse. The gold didn’t move a muscle, glaring at Galeth, daring him to move towards her. Finally the bigger bronze backed down, and she bobbed her head, staying still. She wouldn’t move. Though the Bronze backed up. ”Done yet Weyrleader? Doesn’t take that long to subdue a woman.” the laughter was cruel, and the other Benden rider’s joined in, though many were nervous.
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Post by jaenelle on Jul 21, 2011 12:39:46 GMT -8
L'civer and Tyranith watched the preceedings, their former(in their minds) Weyrleader making himself look even viler in their minds. He goaded their Weyrwoman into almost attacking him and then calling her a Canine. The tarnished-bronze rumbled in displeasure a the comment, even though D'amr and Galeth scared him. He would not take the critizim of a corrupt man on the good Leaders of the Weyr that had accepted him and his rider for what they were. When the other Benden riders laughed at D'mar's comment, L'civer kept his mouth shut. He disliked the man before him, and his comments were fanning the flames of his anger. How DARE he insult the Weyrwoman? His anger did not show on L'civer's face, his eyes cooly watching. He was standing with V'ktor, the place he felt he had a right to be, for he and his dragon were now loyal to Darkened, but were still ensnared in Benden's tap.
Tyranith shook his wings out a bit when the large Queen, Dianath, commanded one of the bronzes out of her way and stood nose to nose with Galeth. His proctective nature stirred a bit, wanting him to seperate the Queen and the bad bronze. But he stayed put, knowing what the loarge bronze could to to him. His greenish eyes widened went the Queen, not moving a muscle, just glaring, made the big Galeth back down. Tyranith had never seen Galeth back down from any dragon, even his former Queen.
The bronze dragon and rider listened to their newly named Weyrleader and a shudder when throught both of them. Sending bronzeriders BACK to Benden? Panic raced into L'civer's mind from his bronze, and he combatted it with his own will. CALM DOWN, Tyranith! V'ktor did not say specificly us. The rider roared at this dragon mentally, the mental speech not breaking the cold composure on the man's face. He was glad the Weyrleader was going to send some of the Benden retches home...and he hoped that he and Tyranith would not be amung those who were sent away. [/size] |
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Post by Flame on Jul 21, 2011 16:46:33 GMT -8
Lokin was willing to trust V’ktor. Though it was easy. She was easily swayed by her dragon’s choice, and by the fact that Dianath hadn’t eaten him right off the bat. The big gold would have to. She’d taken a dislike to Morith as soon as he’d tried to act like he was her mate as well. Which she wasn’t. And that had been part of the problem. Dianath could work with Sadrith. Though Athenath was probably easier to deal with at this moment, with her staying close to Sadrith and all. She was willing to let her twin take care of him.
Lokin nodded, not wanting to speak, for she could feel D’mar’s eyes on them. The laughter from the Benden riders that had laughed, cut off fairly quickly after V’ktor looked over his shoulder at them. There were a few that weren’t laughing. Those she knew would stay. When they had to leave.
D’mar glared at the new Weyrleader, as he spoke. How dare he. He’d been about to speak when V’ktor kissed Lokin. And her response was passionate, kissing him back, and leaning against him. For her the world melted away, leaving just V’ktor and herself. Mainly V’ktor. And his lips. Obviously she was fully distracted, to much to notice the dumbfounded look on D’mar’s face.
When he pulled away she gasped softly, she was breathless, and had to catch it again. She giggled when he kissed the end of her nose. Then V’ktor was speaking, and she turned her attention to him.. almost without thinking. She was comforted by the fact that V’ktor was acting the part. Or being the part more like. She leaned against him as she listened to him.
D’mar glared, but again was distracted, this time by a youth in the back, by Z’law. Roland. Again something about the triumphant look reminded him of himself. He turned his attention back on V’ktor. ”Good. I was going to recall them. All of them.” the last part was towards the few that he knew would try to stay. Unless they had transfer skins wth them they weren’t going to be able to stay here. He stopped on L’civer and his dragon, before moving towards Galeth, who hissed. ”Good luck, V’ktor. Your going to need it. Your weyr is undersized, and you are going to need help.” the man knew went to retreat, though he stopped and turned. ”And be careful. Your Junior Weyrwoman is dangerous.” A roar from the back of the group of dragons started Galeth.
Tarith raised himself up on his back feet. GET OUT! Dianath’s head swung to look at him, as he flapped his wings once, and was up in the air. Get out of here Galeth. Before I turn your hide inside out. We’ve had enough of you. He was ignoring his rider, and glaring at the bronze from the air. D’mar was quickly on Galeth’s back and even before the straps were on the Bronze was in the air. As soon as he was, Tarith gave a mock snapp and then landed, with a hrumf. He’d made sure the entire weyr could hear him. ”Tarith!” was the snarl from Z’law, as he stalked up towards his large silver. Who just looked at him, and then went to the water, and jumped in, now that the reason for the tention was gone, he was relaxed again.
Z’law turned to V’ktor. ”Sorry ‘bout that Weyrleader, though I must say Congragulations. I’ve wanted to do that for a while.” he said with a half bow. He grinned at Lokin, which got a giggle. Though Roland came forward. ”Lokin? I’m sorry…” he wasn’t to happy. ”And same to you Weyrleader.” His eyes matched D’mar’s, in color, though not in mood. He was humble compaired to the weyrleader.
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Post by jaenelle on Jul 22, 2011 19:20:33 GMT -8
After the Benden Weyrleader had departed, L'civer had signaled for his bronze to move away with him from the group. The pair now stood next to the wall and the bronze was truly into a fit of hysterics. He had his head down to L'civer's level, shoving his nose into the man's arms.
Mine, We can't go back there, WE CAN'T! I would rather go between than be forced to live in those walls again. They hurt me...they laughed at me. They hurt YOU. Saying that we were not fit to be together...they said I never should have hatched... Mine, I will never set a wing in that place ever again, even if it means between... The bronzes voice was keening in L'civer's head, making him flinch a bit. He felt his dragon's body quaking as he stroked his jaw, preparing his own response to his dragon's hysteria.
It worried him that Tyranith was terrified enough of that place to be willing to kill himself. The rider shook his head sharply and put a hand on his dragon's cheek.Tyranith. You will NOT go between. We will not go back to that place, no matter if they force us or not. We can run and go rogue. We don't need a Weyr to be happy and safe...we just need each other. You silly beast...you know that I would kill myself if I ever lost you... Whatever happens, we face it together. The rider was sincere on every word. He would do anything for his dragon, but it stung a bit that Tyranith did not know that.
Tyranith pushed his head into L'civer's body, nearly knocking the man over in his relief. He was relieved that his rider loved him... and was willing to do anything to keep them safe...even at the cost of his honor. He opened an eye and looked at the Weyrleader who had approached them. His eyes was gleaming red-orange, unsure he could trust the man before them. He rumbled quietly, more of a warning than a threat.
L'civer mentally gave his dragon a quiet cue and looked at the other bronze rider, a fire flaring in his gold eyes. "No. We will not be going back to that place. And you are not going to force us to leave. I don't care what you say, you don't control us. Tyranith was abused there, without my knowledge. I will not let that happen to him ever again." The man's hands turned to fist as he said the words, the purest anger flashing through him. Those retches had hurt his dearest friend...and were still alive to do it to some other poor creature. Tyranith just crouched by L'civer, his head snaked around his body protectively. He did not say anything, just provided support to the one person that truly matter to him. [/size] |
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Post by Flame on Jul 26, 2011 10:28:23 GMT -8
Z’law laughed. ”That’s Tarith. His size can only be seen from the air. Or when Athenath is beside him.” that got the dragon’s attention, and she hissed at him, making him chuckle. The laughter that came later showed that she was admonishing him, but being human he didn’t care. The silver settled down on the edge of the water, watching it.
Roland eyed the taller man and nodded. ”Yes Sir.” he said with a firm nod. Lokin tapped him. ”Your mom will want you. And listen to him. He’s right.” she said softly. The boy moved off, heading with quick steps inside the weyr.
The blond was distracted by the new Weyrleader moving close, and kissing her on the cheek. Her glare was rather playful as he headed off to deal with the bronze and his rider. She could see the worry in his eyes. She was distracted by Remi though.
Her grin only whidened. ”Better. Much much better.” she said with a slight giggle. Z’law chuckled, as he slipped closer and hugged her. ”Just don’t get in trouble Lo. I have enough trouble keeping the entire weyr from worrying when you sleep in late.” he gave her a wink, as he jumped back away from the slap that was aimed for his face. Her glare was again, playful, and only brought more laughter to the man.
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Post by jaenelle on Jul 27, 2011 14:29:54 GMT -8
Tyranith snarled as the Wyerleader stepped forwards to touch his rider. The tarnished bronze was jumping at shadows, not exactly trusting anyone at the moment. But a mental command from L'civer quieted him emidiatly. He knew that sort of mind voice...and he was smart enough to respect it.
L'civer listened to the bronzer before him, thinking over what was being said. Why indead... The rider was still warry of the man. Even with his assurences, he could not place all his faith in him."Why would you send me back? Because if you were like every other Benden rider, you would have done it because you enjoyed watching the suffering of others. But you are not that kind of twisted person. You don't like to torture people or other things because they are different or not like everyone else."
L'civer listened to the rest of the Weyrleaders little speech and a grin showed a little in his lips. The anger that had resided in his features ebbed, leaving dry amusement and a touch of fun on his face. He put a hand on the other man's shoudler and looked him in the eyes.His voice held a hint of mischiff as he said, "Well, aleast I could play you a tune to dance those circles to. That would make it a bit more entertaining." L'civer let his body relax and his normal smile return to his looks. He placed his other hand on his dragon head before his voice took on a serious note. "Thank you, V'ktor. Tyranith and I are in your debt. We were never loyal to anyone but ourselves, but we are willing to extend that loyalty to the Weyr here aswell..."
The tarnished bronze raised his head at the pat and nodded at V'ktor. He contacted the man personally, wanting his words to be heard by V'ktor and His alone. My words are akin to L'civer's. Please accept our graditude wholely. He rose to standing again, his very lythe forms stretching out from the hunched crouch he had been inbefore. The dragon had never felt this safe...this free to be who he really was. It was enough to almost make the dragon want to roar for joy...but he had a bit more control than that.
The dragon's little blue flit arrowed into the room, trilling happily to see his bonded. The tiny blue lizard came to pirch on one of his bonded's head knobs and looked down at the Weyrleader, his eyes whirling a lazy blue-green. The silver popped in a moment later and went to land on L'civer's shoulder. The large silver brushed his head to L'civer's cheek and looked at V'ktor, ignoring the fact he had landed on the man's hand. He was unsure he liked the man so close to L'civer...but he would not attack him... cause then his bonded would roar at him for hours... [/size] |
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