Post by Desert on Jun 23, 2009 16:09:53 GMT -5
ooc; life in Eden will be FUN after this~! >=D
B'tok, I'm hungry.[/b][/color] Seth furled his wings, which had been splayed out beside him in order to soak up the maximum amount of sun. He lifted his head and tilted it in the direction of his rider's weyr, where B'tok was currently slumped on the bed in an attempt to nap. But of course, Seth would allow no such thing.
After a few moments, the cyanrider opened his eyes and sighed wearily. "That's nice to know," he remarked as if to no one, before closing his eyes again. Very quickly in his stint as a rider, B'tok had realized that Seth would treat him the same no matter what, so he had given up trying to keep on the cyan's good side. He was actually rather shocked -- and disappointed -- that he'd lived this long. Unlike many who expected him to commit suicide, B'tok had really just stopped caring. He didn't care enough anymore to want to die -- besides, it was only a matter of time before Seth took the choice right out of his hands.
Seth's eyes wheeled faster, with a more intense bloody red than the previous color, which actually looked more magenta -- as close to a contented blue as cyans ever got. A baleful hiss escaped Seth's clenched teeth as the tiny dragon stood and stalked irately over to the weyr. It wasn't much of a squeeze for Seth to fit himself into the weyr, given his diminuitive size; B'tok barely bothered to stir until his dragon's sharp teeth clamped savagely onto his left calf. Seth hauled his rider off the bed and physically dragged B'tok out into the open, ignoring B'tok's efforts to free himself. B'tok kicked and punched the electric-blue head, raking his fingers over Seth's eyes, though the multiple nictitating membranes protected the cyan's sight.
Once Seth let him go, B'tok scrambled backwards. Blood was flowing freely from the punctures Seth's teeth left in his leg; the cyan licked the bloodstains from his maw wolfishly, leering at his rider. You have two options, B'tok. Either you follow my orders, or I have you for a meal. At the moment, I think I'm in the mood for manflesh, unless you're a very good boy and apologize for disobeying.[/b][/color]
B'tok wasn't impressed by the cyan's posturing and threats. He'd seen it one too many times before. "I don't seem to remember you giving me orders, Seth," he drawled, smirking at the runty dragon. "All you said was that you were hungry. Besides, who are you to be ordering me around?"
Seth struck with blinding speed, throwing himself on B'tok and raking his wicked talons from the crowd of his rider's head down all the way to B'tok's knees. What was that, B'tok? I don't think I heard you correctly![/b][/color] the cyan taunted, licking the blood from his claws with a malicious gleam in his eyes.
Through the pained shriek that had torn from B'tok's chest, the man managed to gasp, "I said, who are you to be ordering me around, you undersized, worthless piece of dragonflesh!"
With a snarl, Seth brought his forequarters crashing down on B'tok's ribcage, gaping a sadistic grin at the sickening sounds of the bones being crushed under his weight. B'tok's answering scream was more of an asthmatic gurgle, as several of the shattered rib bones had pierced his lungs.
Seth lowered his head until he was eye to eye with his rider. Can't talk trash to me now, can you?[/b][/color] he inquired, chuckling maliciously. I think I'll put you out of your misery. Faranth knows you've earned it.[/b][/color] The cyan hissed a mocking snicker. And don't worry about me, I'll be fine. I never needed you to begin with, unlike those fools Honuth and Dharth. So long, B'tok, I'll meet you in hell![/b][/color]
B'tok's gasping breaths were cut off as Seth clamped his maw around his rider's throat, and with a powerful twist snapped his neck, just like he would a herdbeast or wherry. Seth then ripped the clothing from his dead rider's body, rumbling a chuckle of sadistic glee the whole time, and sank his teeth into B'tok's corpse.
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B'tok, I'm hungry.[/b][/color] Seth furled his wings, which had been splayed out beside him in order to soak up the maximum amount of sun. He lifted his head and tilted it in the direction of his rider's weyr, where B'tok was currently slumped on the bed in an attempt to nap. But of course, Seth would allow no such thing.
After a few moments, the cyanrider opened his eyes and sighed wearily. "That's nice to know," he remarked as if to no one, before closing his eyes again. Very quickly in his stint as a rider, B'tok had realized that Seth would treat him the same no matter what, so he had given up trying to keep on the cyan's good side. He was actually rather shocked -- and disappointed -- that he'd lived this long. Unlike many who expected him to commit suicide, B'tok had really just stopped caring. He didn't care enough anymore to want to die -- besides, it was only a matter of time before Seth took the choice right out of his hands.
Seth's eyes wheeled faster, with a more intense bloody red than the previous color, which actually looked more magenta -- as close to a contented blue as cyans ever got. A baleful hiss escaped Seth's clenched teeth as the tiny dragon stood and stalked irately over to the weyr. It wasn't much of a squeeze for Seth to fit himself into the weyr, given his diminuitive size; B'tok barely bothered to stir until his dragon's sharp teeth clamped savagely onto his left calf. Seth hauled his rider off the bed and physically dragged B'tok out into the open, ignoring B'tok's efforts to free himself. B'tok kicked and punched the electric-blue head, raking his fingers over Seth's eyes, though the multiple nictitating membranes protected the cyan's sight.
Once Seth let him go, B'tok scrambled backwards. Blood was flowing freely from the punctures Seth's teeth left in his leg; the cyan licked the bloodstains from his maw wolfishly, leering at his rider. You have two options, B'tok. Either you follow my orders, or I have you for a meal. At the moment, I think I'm in the mood for manflesh, unless you're a very good boy and apologize for disobeying.[/b][/color]
B'tok wasn't impressed by the cyan's posturing and threats. He'd seen it one too many times before. "I don't seem to remember you giving me orders, Seth," he drawled, smirking at the runty dragon. "All you said was that you were hungry. Besides, who are you to be ordering me around?"
Seth struck with blinding speed, throwing himself on B'tok and raking his wicked talons from the crowd of his rider's head down all the way to B'tok's knees. What was that, B'tok? I don't think I heard you correctly![/b][/color] the cyan taunted, licking the blood from his claws with a malicious gleam in his eyes.
Through the pained shriek that had torn from B'tok's chest, the man managed to gasp, "I said, who are you to be ordering me around, you undersized, worthless piece of dragonflesh!"
With a snarl, Seth brought his forequarters crashing down on B'tok's ribcage, gaping a sadistic grin at the sickening sounds of the bones being crushed under his weight. B'tok's answering scream was more of an asthmatic gurgle, as several of the shattered rib bones had pierced his lungs.
Seth lowered his head until he was eye to eye with his rider. Can't talk trash to me now, can you?[/b][/color] he inquired, chuckling maliciously. I think I'll put you out of your misery. Faranth knows you've earned it.[/b][/color] The cyan hissed a mocking snicker. And don't worry about me, I'll be fine. I never needed you to begin with, unlike those fools Honuth and Dharth. So long, B'tok, I'll meet you in hell![/b][/color]
B'tok's gasping breaths were cut off as Seth clamped his maw around his rider's throat, and with a powerful twist snapped his neck, just like he would a herdbeast or wherry. Seth then ripped the clothing from his dead rider's body, rumbling a chuckle of sadistic glee the whole time, and sank his teeth into B'tok's corpse.
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