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 Posted: Mon Oct 22, 2012 11:43 pm
Another day, another chard out husk that was once a building. On the whole, the rebuilding efforts at Trine had begun to wear on the bronzerider. Both Benden and Malvren riders were talking of integration and making a place for themselves here and all Z'fer could think of was 'what about Malvren?'. Had Trine's 'tropical paradise' swayed them that easily? Could they really just give up their homes to those ursurpers without a further fight? It was infuriating at times and of course he was expected to pitch in like a good boy and do his duty to the Weyrwoman.
Not his mind you. Abigail was not HIS Weyrwoman. Z'fer's Weyrwoman...well Malvren had none. All of their Golds were MIA or worse and they're Weyrleader... well Z'fer hadn't seen hide nor hair of the man. Spineless Wherry. Feynath should have chosen Calanoth. Z'fer wouldn't have let their Weyr fall apart so spectacularly. He might have even saved her life had she thought to call on him.
Calanoth rumbled in his mind. He hadn't forgotten Malvren yet... but Trine had warm sands, cool lakes and while he had to be careful how much he ate, he had to admit his hide clung handsomely to his large muscles. The Bronze was of course also enjoying the company of new dragons. It wasn't a bad thing being here at Trine.
~Traitor. The name wasn't as harsh with Cal as it would have been to anyone else, but the dragon's sentiments did cause his some discomfort. Why should he be forced to build Trine when Kleos, him and the remaining Malvren riders should be concentrating all of their efforts on planing their retaliation.
Then again... things here weren't that bad. Z'fer swung open the door of the next building and saw a rather delightful scene before him. A woman, young by the look of the curves in her tight though dirty clothing, bent over sorting through the debris with an almost fanatical drive. He couldn't see her face but with the curve of her bottom square in his sights he didn't mind. Work and worries forgotten he slipped up behind the woman and made to give her a quick squeeze. Undertones of interest colored his voice as he leaned over her back, the dark shadows inside momentarily disguising the color of her hair. "Be careful where you aim that~"
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Posted: Tue Oct 23, 2012 12:04 am
Startled the owner of said nicely curved bottom spun her hand snapping out like a tunnelsnale to catch Z'fer's own at the wrist twisting it back rather painfully on reaction. There glaring up at him with a mixture of surprise, disgust, and anger stood Hekate in a rather worn warm brown tunic that clung to the girl unlike her more usually airy attire where it drew against her skin from the light sweat to show off her curves. It wasn't hard to see how Z'fer might have made his mistake. The usually wild red hair had been bound and tied up in a bun, pinned and marked with her favorite feline clip to show off the curve of her neck with a few stray wisps of red strands having escaped during Hekate's hectic work.
"Oh. It's YOU~" She hissed out drawing out her words with a level of distaste Z'fer had never heard as she arched a cynical brow at the man. Slowly she released his hand peeling her fingers back one at a time to prolong his discomfort her gold eyes hard as edged metal.
"I suppose you've gotten so bold from having both Trine's Jr. Weyrwoman and Benden's on your arm you think you can lay hands on any woman in the Weyr?" Hekate spat and struck out like a whip slapping Z'fer across the face so hard her palm stung red before strolling past him.
"Tell the heavy lifting crew I've marked this hut for them and not to bother with the unmarked materials. They among other thing are of no use to this Weyr." She spoke leaving him to take what he would from her words never even turning to acknowledge him as she moved to her next target.
Mine are you quite all right? Devith questioned his tone dark and worried as the silver rose from where he had been napping near the lake his eyes a rich red with anger and bright white with worry.
Nothing I couldn't handle Devith. I was simply taking out some trash~ Hekate replied the sheer vengeful anger and hurt in her tone leaving even her silver taken aback. He certainly didn't envy the poor soul whom had earned his rider's ire this day. Though he suspect he knew the source and had little doubt in his mind that they had earned said displeasure.
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Posted: Tue Oct 23, 2012 12:23 am
Z'fer cried out in shock and pain as his wrist was twisted to an inhumane angle. His tall form bent under the pressure, elbow tucked into his ribs as he hissed. "Hekate?! Scorched Shells woman let go!" He could barely focus on her words until her fingers finally, slowly, released their grip.
His relief and massage of the injured appendage was cut short as he rocked back on his feet, a sudden bright pain radiating across his face. Rage surged within him. "And what do you care if I do?!" He shouted at her parting back as she stalked out of the building. He whirled around and chased after her. His stride made it easy to close the distance between them. "Hekate stop!"
He lunged forward and roughly grabbed her upper arm, yanking her back to face him. "Woman! STOP!" He glared down at her, his own hazel grey eyes matching the daggers that came from hers. "How dare you strike me!" His voice seethed quietly as he brought his face down to her level.
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Posted: Tue Oct 23, 2012 12:44 am
As Z'fer lunged and caught her upper arm Hekate was half tempted to strike him again in her ire, but held back in favor of cutting him to ribbons with her keen edged words and sharp tongued tirade.
"How DARE I!" She hissed shoving a finger into his chest unintemidated as he brought his anger twisted face down to her own level as she met him gaze for gaze trying to force him back. "How Dare you! You Dare you try to play me as a PAWN in your game you thoughtless insolent insulting two-faced excuse for a tunnelsnake!" Hekate hissed shoving her finger into her chest to punctuated each snarled description of just what she thought he was.
"Did you really think I was so stupid to not know you were trying to use me as a foil for Benden's goldrider!? Were you hoping she'd find a bit of competition compelling and that I'd been too busy fawning over you perceived greatness not to notice your sick little game!?" She snarled feeling Devith rise, his temper fit to kill as the silver stalked towards where he knew his rider resided.
"Really Wingleader!" Hekate spat, "If you're going to try to manipulate me at least have the common decency to be good at it!" She added with a sneer drawing her gaze up and down him with a look of disgust.
"After all you're treading a dangerous line courting two Queenrider's at once now aren't you?" Hekate began her voice going soft and taking a very dangerous edge to it. "Perhaps they're to air headed to spot your game, but you're pushing your meager skills a bit much don't you think going after every girl with a decent a**. Even the most self centered of them is bound to notice sooner or later and burn the candle at both ends Z'fer and you're bound to get burned~" She growled out her eyes bright and firey and her voice taking on a low almost feral rumble as she spoke. Hekate was far from cowed by his anger. If anything Z'fer's sudden confrontation only seemed to edge her on drawing at that keenly sharp and dangerous little fire feline Z'fer so often courted in her full and deadly glory.
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Posted: Tue Oct 23, 2012 1:21 am
"Courting?!" Z'fer straightened with a look of disgust and confusion that didn't quite erase the violent anger it had held. "I'm not COURTING ANYONE!" His fingers dug into the flesh of her arm as his other hand grabbed the offending wrist. He yanked it away from his body, holding her arm out away from both of them. He'd break her hand before he let her stab him with those nails again.
"And why SHOULDN'T I use you?!" He snarled red faced. She thought she had him cornered? Thought that she could shame him? His snarl turned to a sick grin as jerked her arm out further, bringing his body up against hers. "Why shouldn't I use you to test her?" He purred. "Tell me... A pretty little female silverrider... what better to shake Benden's confidence?" He smirked. "You think you're so clever... If you'd had half the brains you pretend to you'd know I court no one!" He threw her away from him with force and spat at the ground. "Especially naive little weyrlings who think they're better than anyone else." He gave a harsh laugh, his words meant purely to hurt.
Calanoth rumbled as he sensed the emotions boiling over. He roared loudly as he rose from the ground. This was bad. He knew it was Bad. This was Very Bad. ~ Mine!~
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Posted: Tue Oct 23, 2012 2:10 am
The first jerk drew a hiss, Hekate's pride too great to let Z'fer see her pain as her arm was pulled roughly away from the both of them by her ensnared wrist. His sick grin turned his once handsome face into a mockery of all she had found appealing in it as Hekate snarled in defiance. "I am no pawn of yours Z'fer and I never will be!" She spat at him the second jerk drawing a wince and a rush of fury so potent she could hardly tell where her emotions ended and Devith's began as she struggled against him. Only to find her slim form tossed back like so many pieces of trash as she stumbled her foot catching on some rubble and sending Hekate tumbling to the ground. Rolling to the side she bit her lip gripping her ribs where she'd caught a bit of rock and turning to give Z'fer a piece of her mind.
However Devith got there before her as a shadow flashed over her as the dark silver made the leap his eyes shining a red as bright as blood in his temper as his tail whipped out catching Z'fer's feet and sending the bronzerider toppling just as he had sent Devith's rider.
For the first time Hekate felt true and honest fear. "Devith!" She called out trying to halt her dragon or tried her voice dying into coughs as the strain made her ribs ache. Either way her plea fell on deaf ears as the silver snarled, his gums drawing back to show off his razorsharp teeth nearly frothing in his rage as he stalked towards Z'fer until he loomed over the downed rider.
Trapped in the dragon's shadow Devith raised one large forefoot the light playing off the wicked sharp claws as he opened his maw and roared screaming his horrible rage right in the Wingleader's face. YOU DARE! He roared his words tapering off into a gutteral snarl as he reared and sliced his claws down the movement catching Hekate's breath in her throat.
He will not die today Mine though he may wish he had. Devith silently assured his rider calming Hekate as she slowly rose to come stand beside her dragon her hand reaching out to steady herself against his neck. There beneath Devith lay Z'fer still intact.
However. Mere hairbreadths from his head deep wicked gashes lay where the furious silver's claws had rent the earth with the same ease he would have taken the insolent rider's head whom had dared to hurt His. Extended one silverly wing he gently wrapped it around Hekate pulling her flush and protectively against his warm side as he snarled down once more at Z'fer.
Mark my words well two-legger~ If you EVER hurt her again or so much as lay a threatening hand on my rider not the rules of non-violence, not Hekate, not even my friendship with Calanoth will keep me from tearing your worthless hide to shreds! No gold can protect you from my wrath you dispeakable piece of human scum. Devith hissed right in Z'fer's face fangs bared only pulling back when Hekate reached out stroking his hide with one gentle hand.
"That's enough Devith." Hekate murmered gently as the silver turned to her his eyes rich with both threat and adoration for the one being on all of Pern whom could truly bring him fear. Turning her gaze to Z'fer the look she gave him was at once both cold and pitying at the same time.
"You court no one. Neither gold nor green, nor most of all me. As if I would have you." She spoke to him her words like burning ice as she stared down at him. "I don't think I'm better then everyone else, but I know I'm better then you. I am not your pawn nor am I or ever will belong to or be anything of yours." Hekate continued before pausing her eyes narrowing with the force of their combined fury.
"I hope you rot! Thread eaten and barren in your own bed because I certainly won't be there to aid or comfort you in your folly when your pretty Queen's abandon you for YOUNGER suitors with shinier brassy dragons!" She finally spat turning away as Devith let Hekate lean into him leading her away as the pair retreated a safe distance if nothing else then to assure Calanoth that His would live to breath another day surprisingly.
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Posted: Tue Oct 23, 2012 2:59 am
Z'fer pretended that he'd never known fear and true, it had been rare in his life, but he'd be stupid if he didn't feel some horror at the sight of those claws aimed straight for his head. He flinched and rolled to the side, old injuries and new complaining. He couldn't even formulate a reply as his survival instinct overrode higher brain functions. He didn't need to though as his voice came plummeting from the sky above them.
Calanoth surged into the air, closing the distance between him and his Rider in an instant of terror fueled fury. Even as one dragon removed his shadow from Z'fer's form, another crashed down on top of him, spitting flecks of saliva as he gave his deepest roar. ~ DEVITH! ~ His eyes burned red as he stared down the younger silver, stalking closer to him as he backed away with his own rider. ~ You Threaten my rider again and I will PERSONALLY skin you alive! I do not CARE what he has done you have NO RIGHT. You are not of my Wing! You are Not of my WEYR and I hold no loyalty to you beyond what friendship we may have! You even SPEAK to him in anger again and you will find yourself little more than a pretty WHER. ~ The bronze turned away from him to go back to Z'fer's side. Calanoth's anger was directed at all three of them but he'd deal with Z'fer later and in private.
Z'fer had managed to get to his feet, leaning on Cal's leg for support. He couldn't let her or Devith see exactly how shaken he was so he kept his distance, raising his voice to be heard. "I don't want your brand of comfort! Lies and Insults are all you offer. I can get a warm and WILLING bedmate with more experience and taste than you'd ever dream of having!" He laughed again. " If I've learned ONE THING my eight turns of Riding, It is that my 'pretty queens' aren't looking for YOUNGER Men! You toy with your infantile boys! See how long they keep interest when you offer nothing in return! I can have and HAVE HAD my pick of prettier skirts in this threadbare hovel you call a WEYR!"
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Posted: Tue Oct 23, 2012 3:33 am
I'd rather be a pretty wher then let him ever lay another hand on her again! Devith hissed lowering himself slightly to allow his bruised rider to slip onto his back uncaring of how much Calanoth spat and threatened. While Devith adored the bronze his choice was an easy one. No one would ever touch his rider like that. He had failed to make a difference when E'lov had assaulted her, but now he was bigger. He would choose Hekate every single time and if Calanoth couldn't control his rider then Devith had no qualms controlling him for the bronze.
He crossed the line and if he ever does it again Calanoth friendship or no you will have to kill me. Devith snarled his fury made more potent by his rider's anger and pain both emotional and at the bronzerider's words. Fool. Could not even see what was right before his eyes.
Hekate stared across the distance at Z'fer and Calanoth her eyes cold, but at his words came for a moment she was caught off guard a look of genuine pain flashing across her face. "I'd have been so much more then a bedmate or do you think I'd trust any other as I have you?" She asked her voice cracking with emotion as her pride fought back the tears that left her gold eyes bright with fresh sorrow.
"Clearly however my trust was misplaced." Hekate finished mentally urging Devith away from here. She could hold back her tears little longer and she would be damned if he saw her cry.
Narrowing his eyes at his rider's sorrow all caused by the little cocky yelling two-legger Devith was sorely tempted to pick further a fight with Calanoth for even allowing such a thing. Your words are empty when you allow your rider to hurt, threaten and continue harming Mine when you are not of my Home. Not of my clutch and certainly not of my Weyr, but a guest! You let him hurt her when Mine has aided, cared for and perhaps even loved yours! You let him hurt her when he could have walked away! Your words are empty, but for my rider's sake this time it will be I who has the decency to walk away. Devith spoke holding the bronzes gaze a moment longer, before turning to walk away when he felt Hekate begin to shake on his back in her effort to hold in her sobs. Picking up the pace into as fast of a trot as he could manage without riding gear he left the other pair where they remained.
His had already long passed the time she was meant to spend on the salvage attempt before she was so rudely interrupted and with as much time as she had poured into it she doubted the other workers would care if she took a break. Her health and well being was far more important and he would see to it as she had seen to his. Hopefully Dizzian and Courath could aid him in comforting his distraught rider as Hekate finally broke down as they left Calanoth and Z'fer's sight. The weyrling leaned into his neck wrapping her arms as far around it as she could get and burying her face against his warm hide as she had done before to hide the tears that streamed down her face so only he would know of them.
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Posted: Tue Oct 23, 2012 10:08 am
Z'fer opened his mouth to spit another insult at her but the words caught in his throat when a large bronze leg came down in front of him, blocking his view of Hekate and Devith. ~ Shut up Mine. ~
Calanoth lifted his head proudly, already moving to herd Z'fer in the other direction. The vicious fire from before had been spent, and though his eyes were still shot with red their color was dimmed and no longer glowed with passion. ~ Devith...~ He sighed as he turned his back on the silver. ~ You are young... and that is not a fault but you need to learn that Yours isn't the only one who can be hurt. I will see you later. ~ He nudged Z'fer around when the angry rider would have fought to continue the fight. ~ Mine we go now. ~
~ No! I'm not done with that lying SNAKE. ~
~ Yes You Are. We're leaving! ~ He wasn't exactly gentle as he pointed Z'fer in the right direction. A long walk back to their weyr would help cool him off before they had their talk.
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