Post by Lyrikitty on Jul 27, 2011 9:26:21 GMT -5
It seemed as if the beast beneath his claws was going to comply. The slightest loosening of tail and claw, the look he ave. It was tainted though. Somehow wrong. Typhith had seen fear written on the faces of dragons, had seen their eyes as they realized how close to death they stood. He had seen before the expression of defeat as they conceeded victory to another. Something wasn't right. At first he couldn't place it. Why did he have this feeling? Before realization dawned on the small Emerald, the Brown moved away, relinquishing Mistith from his disgusting claws.
As he watched Mistith sink, a strange cold stole over him. Mistith did not seem happy to be free, and there was only one thing which crossed his mind which could have caused such a beautiful, delightful creature to sink in such a manner on what should be the happiest of her days. Ice filled his veins, and his gaze remained on the retreating Brown. No thought crossed his head as he folded his wings and dove silently, no sound escaped his maw for too far beyond such things was he. He would avenge Mistith in the only manner which was fitting for the Brown scum slinking away.
He hit Jakorith like ten tons of brick, no attempting to slow his speed to lessen the impact on himself in the least. He wasn't concerned for that. The brute was unphased by his collision, not taking a moment to regain his bearings or even open his wings. Instead he sank his claws into the Brown's flesh and held on firmly. His teeth sank without mercy or warning this time into the back of Jakorith's neck, the rest of his body shifting so that he was pressed against the Brown's belly. ~You will never touch another female so long as you live, Jakorith. You will never hurt another in the way you hurt my beloved Green, and you will forever remember this day not as a victory, but as the end of your happiness.~ One paw shot down, claws tearing through the tender flesh of Jakorith's sheath and found the prize within, sharp points wrapping around it and pulling firmly, tearing it free from it's master and letting the disgusting thing drop. ~If you live past today, enjoy the rest of your pitiful existence, Jakorith. After all, there's no great harm in a little competition.~ He released Jakorith then, shoving off the Brown and unfurling his wings to sweep them through the air, battering the Brown in the process and lifting away. His eyes sought out Mistith, finding her low near the trees.
~Mistith? Sweetest Green of all the Weyrs... I am sorry. I didn't protect you as I should have. I've... I've failed you... ~The rage had left his eyes, along with the passion. Now tones of sadness and regret stained his eye as he flew low, behind the dear Green. There was nothing he could say or do to portray his sorrow, for having let the most precious thing in his life be hurt in such a way. He knew it was the way many Greens were taken in Flights, knew that in time some of them grew to enjoy it, but Mistith... She was no average Green. She was not ranked with the rest. The tiny jewel was worth far more than even the greatest of Queens, she was more valuable to him than a WraithQueen was to Skrull. She was more beautiful, both inside and out, than anything every to grace the face of Pern, and he had failed her. His head hung low as he looked at her, so very brave and strong. She'd not made a sound, not cried out to him. She had even called for him to come to her and fall with her afterward, as if nothing were wrong. How could any dragon be so very strong?
As he watched Mistith sink, a strange cold stole over him. Mistith did not seem happy to be free, and there was only one thing which crossed his mind which could have caused such a beautiful, delightful creature to sink in such a manner on what should be the happiest of her days. Ice filled his veins, and his gaze remained on the retreating Brown. No thought crossed his head as he folded his wings and dove silently, no sound escaped his maw for too far beyond such things was he. He would avenge Mistith in the only manner which was fitting for the Brown scum slinking away.
He hit Jakorith like ten tons of brick, no attempting to slow his speed to lessen the impact on himself in the least. He wasn't concerned for that. The brute was unphased by his collision, not taking a moment to regain his bearings or even open his wings. Instead he sank his claws into the Brown's flesh and held on firmly. His teeth sank without mercy or warning this time into the back of Jakorith's neck, the rest of his body shifting so that he was pressed against the Brown's belly. ~You will never touch another female so long as you live, Jakorith. You will never hurt another in the way you hurt my beloved Green, and you will forever remember this day not as a victory, but as the end of your happiness.~ One paw shot down, claws tearing through the tender flesh of Jakorith's sheath and found the prize within, sharp points wrapping around it and pulling firmly, tearing it free from it's master and letting the disgusting thing drop. ~If you live past today, enjoy the rest of your pitiful existence, Jakorith. After all, there's no great harm in a little competition.~ He released Jakorith then, shoving off the Brown and unfurling his wings to sweep them through the air, battering the Brown in the process and lifting away. His eyes sought out Mistith, finding her low near the trees.
~Mistith? Sweetest Green of all the Weyrs... I am sorry. I didn't protect you as I should have. I've... I've failed you... ~The rage had left his eyes, along with the passion. Now tones of sadness and regret stained his eye as he flew low, behind the dear Green. There was nothing he could say or do to portray his sorrow, for having let the most precious thing in his life be hurt in such a way. He knew it was the way many Greens were taken in Flights, knew that in time some of them grew to enjoy it, but Mistith... She was no average Green. She was not ranked with the rest. The tiny jewel was worth far more than even the greatest of Queens, she was more valuable to him than a WraithQueen was to Skrull. She was more beautiful, both inside and out, than anything every to grace the face of Pern, and he had failed her. His head hung low as he looked at her, so very brave and strong. She'd not made a sound, not cried out to him. She had even called for him to come to her and fall with her afterward, as if nothing were wrong. How could any dragon be so very strong?