Tempers and Herdbeasts (Blue)

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^{(((This thread is for you Blue. I orginally started the thread for your goldie Weyrling, but after rereading it I can understand why your bronzer might find need to step in as well or instead of the little weyrling. *snickers* I will leave it up to you on how you want to handle Menith's little outburst.)))}



Brown Menith, a brown far too large for his color in anyone’s opinion but his own, gave a defiant roar to the Bronze dragon nearby. Muscles bunching in Menith’s frame, it almost looked as if the dragon was preparing to attack the younger bronze. To answer many of the suddenly held breath’s and the tension that had materialized at his roar, Menith gave another bellow of anger before leaping into the air and heading for the feeding grounds.

The bronze returned the anger with an aggressive bellow of his own, but it was promptly ignored by the brown’s back as he continued to fly despite the orders he had just received. The young bronze’s rider was nearly in a fit of hysteria trying to calm his dragon. Nobody had ever heard of Dragons coming to actual blows, but there were days L’nuo would swear that was exactly Menith’s final goal.

Suddenly surrounded by riders, both ranking him and under him, they all seemed to be reprimanded him for the same thing – better control over his dragon, to force his dragon to submission, and to require a better temperament out of Menith. Feeling his own desire to scream out of frustration, he finally gave the crowd the simple shrug that he had become known for before pushing his way through the suddenly angrier mob.

It took the rider several minutes before he was able to send the last stragglers away from him and lean heavily on the fence surrounding the feeding grounds. Menith still emmited anger in waves as he tore viciously into the heardbeast. Not even bothering to take the animal up to a ledge, he sprayed the blood across the ground as much as across himself, effectively leaving the rest of the animals in a complete panic.

With a chuckle, L’nuo closed his eyes and leaned his head upon his hands on the top rail. Funny as it was, he did not think anyone else would find the humor in his sudden mental comparison of how closely the other riders had resembled the herdbeasts now…

[LyricalBlue]

((Haha, Iaslia it is. She needs some action anyway... Ok, that sounded bad.))

The form of a tall, lanky young woman paced beside the form of a lanky young dragon. Both of them rather looked half starved, though not for any lack of food. The little gold paused as Menith tore apart a herdbeast, clearly regarding him with an expression that could only be disapproval. The pair stopped several feet away from L'nuo. Nisurath tilted her head as blood sprayed about the area, the other herdbeasts in chaos. The young Queen's eyes whirled slowly red, she had been hungry to begin with, but watching Menith feed so messily was more than enough incentive.

He is messy, the others are scared. But a challenge is good. The skinny gold leaped over the fence with far less grace than she imagined she had. But then, who was about to tell her otherwise. Ignoring the brown entirely, the Weyrling streaked around the fence to the far side, where a small group of wherries was huddled up against the Weyr bowl's rock wall. With a small growl of bloodlust, Nisurath pounced on one and promptly snapped its neck.

As the gold began to tear the wherry apart, psuedo feathers flying, Iaslia found herself smiling. Like most riders, she enjoyed the fascination with watching one's dragon hunt. She leaned on the rail near to L'nuo but out of arm's reach. Outside of her family, Iaslia found little interest in conversation with others. They all said the same things, especially now that she'd Impressed. It was all about Nisurath and while she loved the gold to the core of her, listening to people worry constantly was far past being a headache.

Don't get too messy love, you've just been oiled.
The gold lifted her head, eyes whirling rapidly red now to focus on her rider before quickly returning to her meal.
I am very neat. Besides you can always oil me again, after I sleep in the sun.
Iaslia found herself groaning out loud, her hair was still drying from the last attempt at clean up. Of course, with the rate at which all the Weyrlings were growing, Nisurath would probably need to be oiled again before the day was out.

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Seeing the little gold jump the fence out of the corner of his eye, L’nuo turned to find the newest goldrider just out of arms reach along the fence. A half smile curling at the left side of his lips, he let his eyes wander back and forth between the nearly white gold and the redheaded woman leaned against the fence.

The tight fitting leather pants was the first thing to catch the brownrider’s eye as he traveled up her body from the ground. While her figure was a little flat to his taste on both sides, it was also very obvious she was young – which meant it was a good chance that she would still fill out. Her red, wet hair hung loosely. What was it he had once heard about red-heads? Lucky and fire-kissed, if he remembered right. Well she had impressed gold, so that said enough in his own eyes.

While her figure was lacking the way she held herself, along with those deep green eyes and tightly pursed lips was what caught his attention most. There was an obvious air of attitude around her, and that just enticed the brownrider.

Hearing the groan escape those lips gave L’nuo the opening he was looking for. After being a dragonrider for fifteen turns, it took no genius to know that it was the blood and feathers now covering her gold that brought forth the groan. Letting out his own sigh, he turned to the woman fully.

“They are a messy lot, these dragons we have impressed.” He said in a friendly manner. Offering her a smile he continued, “But watching them… It gives you a feeling of power, doesn’t it?”

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The redhead's gaze flicked to L'nuo with the same dismissive attitude as Nisurath had regarded his brown Menith moments earlier. The short eye contact summed up Iaslia, everyone had a place in her mind and once they were there, she spent little time further on them. An eyebrow arched over one green eye as she considered this brownrider who addressed her. The Weyr was a small place,. but there was enough of an age gap that she knew L'nuo by name only. And that, as far as Iaslia was concerned was more than enough. What did she want with an old, dim glow of a brownrider?

Her temper flared silently as she looked back out to Nisurath. No doubt he was only talking to her now because of said golden beauty. Well, if people only saw her for her dragon, she supposed it was better than them seeing her for her father. Stupid E'dian, he couldn't manage anything right. In response to her rider's flaring emotions, Nisurath finished her wherry off quickly and spun like a tunnlesnake to pounce on another. Pseudo feathers flew everywhere and a bloodthirsty grin spread across Iaslia's face. Well, at least L'nuo had not asked how Nisurath was. She might have had to hit him for that... and well... he was an awful lot taller than her. Well that and Ev'os would be mad if she got into a fist fight without him being around to help.

Finally deciding that a response might actually be in order, Iaslia purred a low answer. "Like dragon, like rider." Their power was indeed something to be reveled in... Iaslia could not wait till Nisurath was grown, they'd show them all a thing or two then. For now... they just had to grow... and apparently avoid beating quite so many heads in. She snorted, her father's latest lecture fresh in her mind. People respected power, they respected might. Talk... that was for washed up, old men.

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The brownrider was not known for catching so many women because he could not read them. His eyes caught that quick flick that was all she allowed her eyes of him. So she believes herself better, higher than me and her dragon cannot even fly yet… Just as he wondered if she was going to even amuse him with a dismissal, she gave him more to work with; an answer.

Hearing her words spoken in that low purr, L’nuo knew instantly he had a challenge on his hands; as young as she was. Knowing she was young enough to be his own daughter bothered him not, as he gave her a wicked smile. “Ah, a powerful woman…” he said, pausing just long enough to add effect as he spoke that teasing phrase of question to her status, “Or simply a power-hungry one, I wonder?”

Moving a step closer, he leaned his back against the fence, putting his elbows up on it comfortably as he continued to watch her face. These women, who knew they had the world in their hands, who knew they had power over their stature as well as the men around them. They were always a tantalizing treat. Ah but she was so young! Perhaps if he played his cards right, he would be sitting in a good position to taste those aggressive lips when the rest of her began to fill in with her dragon’s own hormones.

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Ugg, he was one of those. Iaslia rolled her eyes at his response, making no efforts to hide her opinion. She suddenly had a hard time believing that this man was as old as her father. Even E'dian knew better than trying a line like that to bait her. Well at least he hadn't asked about Nisurath, though clearly the gold was the reason he was talking to her at all. Shards and shells, brownriders were nearly as bad as bronze. He gaze flicked back to L'nuo; this one had a reputation as bad as any bronzerider's too.

"Powerful, no. Not yet." Let him chew on that one. Her, power hungry? Clearly this man knew nothing about her aside from Nisurath's presence. That alone should say enough of course, but Iaslia learned early that most people missed many obvious signals. Besides, she had more power in her little finger than most people grasped at in their entire sorry lives. There was no need to flaunt that right now. Of course, the world should rotate around Nisurath, so she really could not mind that such was L'nuo's obvious reason for initiating conversation. Not that Iaslia was going to make things easy on him mind you.

Said gold, agreed firmly at this idea as she began to preen. Those foolish feathers really did everywhere, and she hated to see her's upset. Well, she hated to see hers upset with her, everyone else really didn't matter as far as Nisurath was concerned. Green eyes met now calmly whirling blue ones. Ah yes, those wherries had been just the ticket, Nisurath licked her jaws lazily.
Do not let that one bother you too much. They are overgrown wherries.
At that, Iaslia could not help but laugh aloud.

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L’nuo watched her roll her eyes and his natural confidence tripped momentarily. Hearing her reply, he easily caught himself, though it left him rather speechless. She was being far more difficult and far more vague than any other woman he had ever spoken to. In fact, the brown rider found himself tempted to dismiss this lack-for-curves woman and find another who would be more accommodating and more pleasant to the eyes.

As he considered just that, he found his gaze drifting out to the feather-covered gold as the red head beside him let out a laughter that was not in response to anything the brownrider had said, because L’nuo hadn’t said anything after all.

Lifting a curious eyebrow, he looked back to the young woman. “Something is apparently amusing. Perhaps you care to shed some light on this lowly brownrider?” Putting a hand on his chest, he bowed his head feigning obedience. “After all, us brownriders are here to serve.”

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Well that was just too tempting a bait not to bite into. Iaslia turned her head to look at L'nuo then, poor man, he really had no idea just what he was dealing with. At least, judging by the look on his face, he was starting to understand. Green eyes pinned L'nuo to the spot like a fly in amber. Why was he bothering anyway? Maybe he had some masochistic tendency. In any case, he was certainly in for it now.

"Oh," She replied with an innocent smile. "Nisurath was just telling me how tasty you would be." Iaslia turned her head back to look at the young dragon, still smiling. Oh yes, that really was too good to let pass. Nisurath continued to preen, but she was clearly not in favor of that idea at all. eating humans, ew. Not to mention, his Menith might be upset.
I would not eat him and I certianly would not enjoy it. I might growl at him a bit though.

This of course, could only provoke another giggle from the young redhead. She decided that it was a rather good thing that dragons mostly only spoke to their riders. No doubt Nisurath's choice comments would cause some ripples. Not that she hadn't anyway... just by living. Sharding dragon, she made it impossible to hide in dark corners and mutter about idiots.
Now you just need to mutter in front of them. And they should listen too. Once again, all Iaslia could do was giggle.

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L’nuo couldn’t help but laugh heartily. In fact, he laughed hard enough to bring tears to his eyes. Wiping them away, he turned around and leaned across the fence on his forearms. A smile now firmly planted on his face – Ah the trouble he would be in with that statement if she were just older with a little more shape to her – he couldn’t help but give her a reply back.

“That, my dear, is what many ladies say.” Laughing again, he didn’t even bother looking at her as he remembered a number of fun such ladies. “Your Nisurath is not the first one who thought it would be a pleasant idea to run their tongue across me for a taste.” Standing again and stretching with his arms above his head, he laughed again. Oh it was too good.

“Menith demands a bath. We will see you two lovely ladies around again, I’m sure.” And with that the brown rider left at an easy, lazy pace and a smile on his face.

[Thread Closed – unless blue wants to post once more for a closing with her own charrie’s thoughts.]