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 Posted: Tue Dec 07, 2010 9:42 am
It was late afternoon, and he was relaxing not far from one of the main dining complexes. Done for the day. At last. It had been a rough day even by Nowhere Island standards; suddenly there was all this talk of tunnelsnakes... Well, he didn't know what to make of it, and as yet it hadn't been made into his problem. No doubt it would be soon though; what better way to cull dangerous beasts than with even more dangerous beasts.
By his side, Faladaeth snarled and showed him her fangs. He could feel her desire to hunt and kill... but what else was new? At least this problem would give her an outlet, and she might be a bit calmer for all of five seconds... Yea, he wasn't even kidding himself. At least it would give him a chance to look good though.
Uncorking a jug of wine with his teeth and then filling a cup with one smooth, practiced movement, X'nar scanned the vicinity for anyone he knew; it was more fun to share a drink, and anyway, he wanted to have a bit of a gossip about all this... In a very masculine way of course, he wasn't going to twitter on like some air-head green rider. Maybe he'd make a joke about the idiot that had got killed. Maybe not. He'd think about it.
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Posted: Tue Dec 07, 2010 10:30 am
Unlike most of the dragonriders, Bekar was accustomed to a more nocturnal schedule. Despite it being late in the afternoon, he had only woken up a few hours ago. He had grabbed a quick bite at the dining complex and was left without much to do. He and Beksk wouldn't be needed on patrol until full dark. Maybe he should seek out J'aro?
Spotting a white in the dimming light, the wherguard thought for a second that it was J'aro's Rajath.
No. Not Rajath. The wher walking at his side glanced up at Bekar, his eyes set in the perpetual squint Beksk wore in daylight hours. Rajath is prettier. The wher added smugly in his head. Even if the Beksk couldn't fly a dragon - certainly not a white - he always had his eye on females.
Not Rajath? Well, whomever it belonged to, the white was sure to share Rajath's ... personality. Bekar would approach with caution. "Afternoon!" The wherguard called. If the dragon's rider wasn't already alerted by his beast, Bekar wanted to make sure not to alarm him and perhaps startle him into losing control of his dragon.
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Posted: Thu Dec 09, 2010 3:54 am
Faladeth's hiss, and a surge from her baseline level of anger had indeed alerted X'nar to the other man's approach. A wher guard, hu? He had a fair degree of respect for them; it wasn't as though they were like members of the White Guard, but their beasts were fairly impressive nevertheless, and could fill some roles that even a savage white couldn't.
Firmly impressing upon Faladeth that she would not so much as snap at the bronze (she fought him, she wanted to tear into flesh, but he forced her into submission), X'nar raised his cup in greeting. "Afternoon, how's it with you today? I'd offer you a drink, but I guess you have to be on duty before long."
What was the guy's name anyway? Well, it didn't matter too much he supposed; the guard would know who he was. Even if he didn't actually know his name it was hard to miss a member of the White Guard; everyone knew they were the toughest on the Islands, and there were few enough of them for most folk to remember faces.
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Posted: Fri Dec 10, 2010 4:15 am
After his failed attempt to Impress a white, Bekar hadn't really kept up with the whiteriders. Still, as an islander (and J'aro's friend) he was familiar with their faces. This man was ... X'nar. Bekar didn't recall the name of the man's dragon, but that probably wasn't important.
Faladeth, the wher supplied. And she doesn't like me. His mental voice didn't sound too mournful about it. Bekar strongly doubted if the white dragon had actually told the wher her name - were they even capable of doing so? - but Beksk usually kept track of dragon names somehow.
"X'nar, is it?" Bekar asked, grinning at the offer of a drink. He took his duties seriously, too seriously to drink before he and Beksk went on the job, but a drink sounded heavenly. He shook his head, ruefully. "I'm sure I'll be having a drink as soon as I get off, especially if I have to deal with those damn tunnel snakes." Beksk snorted aloud, as though to say he wouldn't mind dealing with a few tasty tunnelsnakes.
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Posted: Tue Dec 14, 2010 8:23 am
Ahh... Yes. The tunnel snakes. "Yea, that's right," X'nar nodded and took another swig of wine, "and my beast is Faladeth. She's really hoping we get to deal with the tunnel snakes... Well, she's always hoping for violence in general so I guess that's no change. I hear these ones are bigger than normal, and nastier; they killed that one idiot, didn't they?" Nasty jobs like this sounded like just the kind of thing that would be dealt with by him and the other White Guards. Perfect. After the animals had actually killed somebody, there would be a great deal of awe for the crazy men who went off hunting them...
Oh, right, name.
"So, what's you're name then?" X'nar quizzed. "And your wher? He's a tough looking one." If he hadn't made it as a White Guard, Wher Guard would definitely have been his second choice; he'd never had any desire to just be some sissy wingrider.
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Posted: Wed Dec 15, 2010 9:09 am
If Beksk had been a human, he would have nodded along cheerfully as the whiterider spoke of hunting tunnelsnakes. Bekar did nod slightly. Unlike many of his fellow guards, he had nothing against dragonriders, and certainly nothing against whiteriders. Whiteriders, like the wherhandlers, had never impressed 'real' dragons, and they dealt with a lot from their pet monsters. "If anyone can handle them, your Faladeth can," Bekar noted, glancing up at the white dragon appreciatively. Sometimes he wished Beksk were so large and imposing ... but not often.
"I'm Bekar. He's Beksk." The wher, absolutely delighted at being complimented, exuded an aura of smugness. Bekar shrugged slightly, modest. "He's good at his job." If Beksk had been able to speak aloud, he would have noted that he was excellent at his job, but as it was, he simply contrived to look superior. "He's been going on and on about eating tunnelsnakes." Bekar laughed. "I hope someone organizes a good hunt soon, before these beasts take it into their heads to go hunting tunnelsnakes on their own."
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Posted: Mon Dec 20, 2010 5:58 am
X'nar shot the wherhandler a crooked grin, and nodded appreciative acknowledgment of his compliment to Faladeth. Quite a beast she was, indeed. "I doubt doubt she would so off hunting alone, given half a chance," he chuckled, "but trouble is, after the tunnelsnakes she'd move onto hunting something else, probably either other dragons or whers... Still," X'nar slapped the white's shoulder, ignoring her guttural growl completely, "I've got a handle on her, and I expect the Wherguard and the Whiteguard will be sent off to deal with this before long. It's not the kind of think you'd expect anyone else to cope with."
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