Post by Serali on Apr 15, 2011 11:30:35 GMT -5
OOC - this is a few days before the move to Malvok, and is just a thread for some character development.
How long are you going to sit there? My ridges are starting to itch.[/color] A huff, and the green dragon turned her head back to look at the rider sat on her neck, eyes whirling slowly.
As long as I need to, came the swift reply, but the rider bent to scratch the ridges, much to the pleasure of her dragon. The gold fire-lizard draped over the green's headknobs uttered a short hiss, suddenly sitting bolt upright, eyes whilring madly red. The green dragon reacted less vocally, turning her head to look in the same direction as the small queen.
The rider, for her part, sighed, and muttered an oath under her breath. Though she was careful not to let her expression change, lest she prompt some new tirade. The 'traditional' riders had been making a point of tormenting her and Kezith whenever they saw either of the pair about - they'd tried to taunt Tiiri only the once before they realised the golden queen fire-lizard was not as inclined to let it roll off her back as Hers. A few scratched faces soon ensured none tested Tiiri's temper anymore, though such displays did not aid Serali much, though they did make her feel better. Little striked against a larger foe and all that.
From the Lower Caverns came a gaggle of male riders - which made it worse, some of them looking down on female riders, even though there had been women riding greens, and even other colours, for Turns now - most of them green and blue riders, though she was sure she saw the shoulder knots of a brownrider, too. After their latest verbal beat-down, she had sought the company, and support, of her dragon, perching on the green's neck for nearly two hours now. Kezith grumbled, but she didn't mind, knowing that, despite the outward appearance, Hers did feel the sting of the words.
It can't be soon enough.
Kezith didn't have to ask what Hers meant - it couldn't be soon enough when they, the new riders, left for their Weyr.
"Oh look. Still around, are you? I thought you would have run away and hid by now."
"Why don't you take your freak-dragon somewhere else, and leave Fort to the true riders, huh?"
Sera kept her face straight, even though she wanted to roll her eyes. That was a good insult - if you were five Turns old. Staring dead ahead, Tiiri leering menacingly at anyone who dared look in her direction, the greenrider felt her lips twitch with the effort to hold in a retort - it wouldn't do to slash a rift between Fort and Malvok, not when they might need the other later.
I doubt that, Mine. The Gold Rider here is small minded in her hatred - she would not aid us, even if we did nothing to deserve her anger.[/color]
Was Kezith...encouraging her to fight back? She tilted her head to one side, quizzically. The riders still stood around, making stupid noises and even more inane taunts, but Sera only had attention for Kezith.
There is a time to fight back, and a time to take the blows. This is the former. We already follow Zarinth - we owe nothing to these fools.[/color]
But...what if...?
It is not your nature to be still - you've only tried so hard for our Weyrmates. But taking their abuse makes them think us weak. We are not! We are together![/color]
Sera grinned, and slapped her dragon's neck affectionately.
That we are. Tell you what, I have a surprise in mind for them...
With this, she showed Kezith, in a series of imges, what her plan entailed. Kezith's eyes gleamed, and she huffed, looking over at the group of riders who hounded Hers.
With a loud bugle, Kezith snapped her wings open, rearing back on her hind legs, eyes whirling with flashes of red and orange, before landing back on all fours again, long neck reaching forwards, her seething eyes seeming to scorch the humans in front of her. Forked tail whiping back and forth, Kezith reared her neck back, making a hissing sound in the back of her throat, as if she were about to spit something up. The riders before her paled, knowing that this 'freak' clutch had exhibited odd abilites, of which the greens were known to spit acid. As one, they turned and fled, probably to their own dragons, and Kezith righted herself, eyes glimmering blue, huffing dragon-laughter.
Good show, love! Did you see them run?
They deserved it, bullies.[/color]
How long are you going to sit there? My ridges are starting to itch.[/color] A huff, and the green dragon turned her head back to look at the rider sat on her neck, eyes whirling slowly.
As long as I need to, came the swift reply, but the rider bent to scratch the ridges, much to the pleasure of her dragon. The gold fire-lizard draped over the green's headknobs uttered a short hiss, suddenly sitting bolt upright, eyes whilring madly red. The green dragon reacted less vocally, turning her head to look in the same direction as the small queen.
The rider, for her part, sighed, and muttered an oath under her breath. Though she was careful not to let her expression change, lest she prompt some new tirade. The 'traditional' riders had been making a point of tormenting her and Kezith whenever they saw either of the pair about - they'd tried to taunt Tiiri only the once before they realised the golden queen fire-lizard was not as inclined to let it roll off her back as Hers. A few scratched faces soon ensured none tested Tiiri's temper anymore, though such displays did not aid Serali much, though they did make her feel better. Little striked against a larger foe and all that.
From the Lower Caverns came a gaggle of male riders - which made it worse, some of them looking down on female riders, even though there had been women riding greens, and even other colours, for Turns now - most of them green and blue riders, though she was sure she saw the shoulder knots of a brownrider, too. After their latest verbal beat-down, she had sought the company, and support, of her dragon, perching on the green's neck for nearly two hours now. Kezith grumbled, but she didn't mind, knowing that, despite the outward appearance, Hers did feel the sting of the words.
It can't be soon enough.
Kezith didn't have to ask what Hers meant - it couldn't be soon enough when they, the new riders, left for their Weyr.
"Oh look. Still around, are you? I thought you would have run away and hid by now."
"Why don't you take your freak-dragon somewhere else, and leave Fort to the true riders, huh?"
Sera kept her face straight, even though she wanted to roll her eyes. That was a good insult - if you were five Turns old. Staring dead ahead, Tiiri leering menacingly at anyone who dared look in her direction, the greenrider felt her lips twitch with the effort to hold in a retort - it wouldn't do to slash a rift between Fort and Malvok, not when they might need the other later.
I doubt that, Mine. The Gold Rider here is small minded in her hatred - she would not aid us, even if we did nothing to deserve her anger.[/color]
Was Kezith...encouraging her to fight back? She tilted her head to one side, quizzically. The riders still stood around, making stupid noises and even more inane taunts, but Sera only had attention for Kezith.
There is a time to fight back, and a time to take the blows. This is the former. We already follow Zarinth - we owe nothing to these fools.[/color]
But...what if...?
It is not your nature to be still - you've only tried so hard for our Weyrmates. But taking their abuse makes them think us weak. We are not! We are together![/color]
Sera grinned, and slapped her dragon's neck affectionately.
That we are. Tell you what, I have a surprise in mind for them...
With this, she showed Kezith, in a series of imges, what her plan entailed. Kezith's eyes gleamed, and she huffed, looking over at the group of riders who hounded Hers.
With a loud bugle, Kezith snapped her wings open, rearing back on her hind legs, eyes whirling with flashes of red and orange, before landing back on all fours again, long neck reaching forwards, her seething eyes seeming to scorch the humans in front of her. Forked tail whiping back and forth, Kezith reared her neck back, making a hissing sound in the back of her throat, as if she were about to spit something up. The riders before her paled, knowing that this 'freak' clutch had exhibited odd abilites, of which the greens were known to spit acid. As one, they turned and fled, probably to their own dragons, and Kezith righted herself, eyes glimmering blue, huffing dragon-laughter.
Good show, love! Did you see them run?
They deserved it, bullies.[/color]