Black Sun|

[Desert]

Wake.

K'dran groaned and rolled over, his sleep barely disturbed by the gravelly voice in his mind.

An exasperated snort stirred the skin hung on the doorway of the weyr just before a broad black muzzle pushed through it. Serrated, dagger-like teeth parted and then closed around the sleeping rider's ankle, exerting just enough pressure to keep a firm grip on the limb. Dharth's hot, phosphine-rich breath washed over K'dran's leg, though still he slumbered on.

Dharth jerked his head back, dropping his rider's leg when K'dran was pulled unceremoniously from his bed, falling to the wooden floor of his weyr with a thud and a yelp. The blackrider sat bolt upright, his hair disheveled, wide eyes staring uncomprehendingly at the scarred black muzzle hovering in front of him.

From that muzzle rolled a deep, raspy rumble, hard to differentiate from a growl. But the harsh, smoky baritone that sounded in K'dran's mind and mimicked the noise was definitely chuckling.

There, you are awake. Get up and get dressed, K'dran. I have allowed you to sleep in a bit today,[/color] Dharth informed his rider.

"So glad you decided to be nice today," K'dran grumbled back sarcastically, heaving himself to his feet by aid of the low bed.

Just clean yourself up already, you look frightful,[/color] Dharth said scathingly. He'd withdrawn his muzzle from the weyr and tilted his head, bird-like, to peer with one multifaceted eye into the dim confines of the tree-bound dwelling.

K'dran, using his prerogative as a Wingleader, had claimed the weyr for himself -- not because he appreciated the view, which was unspectacular to someone used to riding a-dragonback, but because this was one of the few weyrs whose dragon's couch was not in immediate view. The natural clearing with its mostly-buried, smooth boulder was screened from view of the weyr by a few young trees, thus keeping Dharth out of sight of his rider. Not that that fact kept him out of K'dran's mind.

The blackrider pulled on wher-hide breeches, a loose tunic, heavy wher-hide boots, and grabbed his riding jacket on his way out. He left the weyr, pushing aside the hide curtain that served as a door, and stepped onto the narrow porch that was formed by one of the tree's broad limbs. Dharth stood in front of the weyr, waiting with no little impatience for his rider to mount.

Though the weyr was suspended a healthy distance off the ground, K'dran still had to grab a back ridge and haul himself up before he could swing his leg around and settle between the two prominent ridges on Dharth's withers. As soon as he was seated, before K'dran could give the signal, Dharth launched himself skyward.

The force of the take-off snapped K'dran's head back, though he was well accustomed by now to Dharth's antics that he wasn't caught too off-guard by the abrupt leap. He swayed easily with the lurch-and-lull motion of Dharth's next huge wingbeats, narrowing his eyes against the rush of air past his face as Dharth powered them forward and upward.

"So, where're you taking me this time?" K'dran asked, his tone laced with sarcasm.

The lake. You shall bathe me, then I shall fish.[/color]

It was a short hop from his weyr to the lake, and shortly after Dharth imparted the knowledge of their destination to his rider, he backwinged for a landing. The drafts of air displaced by his massive wings beat the air into a churning frenzy, sending eddies of sand swirling away and spreading rippling wavelets away from the shore of the lake.

K'dran quickly slipped off the black's neck once he got close enough; once Dharth's paws touched down, so did his rider's feet. Promptly, the black leaped into the water, a bow wave rising up in front of him as the big dragon submerged himself with a groan. K'dran stripped off his jacket, tunic and boots, leaving them on the beach as he grabbed a fistful of sand.

Once Dharth deemed himself scrubbed satisfactorily and he allowed K'dran to wade out of the water, his hide had taken on a velvety quality that absorbed the light shining down on them from the lean winter sun. The black dove down under the surface, staying down for long enough to have made an uneducated onlooker concerned. He resurfaced quite a bit farther from the shore, tossing his head back to swallow the wriggling fish impaled on his teeth.

K'dran, by this time, had put his shirt back on and was sprawled out on his back to doze, jacket rolled up under his head as a pillow and one arm over his face to shade it from the sun. Dharth surveyed his rider with a scathing snort.[/color][/font]

[Lyrikitty]

Dreams of war, dreams of liars
Dreams of dragons fire
And of things that will bite.

.::V'yal~*~Chayth::.

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He was falling. Tumbling down a dark tunnel, tongues of searing flame following him, licking his cheeks, burning the flesh. Pain, miserable, unbearable. He tried to scream, tried to reach out to grab hold of the white and gray bodice that floated before him, just out of reach, callng to him. The ground was comming closer, he hadn't been in a tunnel, but the sky, at night, he was plummeting for the ground, no hope of stopping, chasing after him some flaming beast, and Chayth just out of reach. The ground drew closer, closer, and his lips parted to utter a frantic cry, to find no sound would come forth and then-

Thud. V'yal groaned, fighting his way free of the skins that were tangled about him and looking up at his bed. He'd fallen out of bed, and it had been only a dream. His brow was wet with sweat, and the chill air of the morning made him shiver. Chayth... Where was the- Ah. He could see, just out his door, one concerned eye, staring in. Seeing His was alive and well, and whatever dreadful things had been bothering him in his sleep, the Roan crooned a good morning before turning to pad back to his couch. /Oh no you don't chayth. You need a bath./

The Roan paused, grumbling and sighed. //I am sleepy still. If you would have a pleasent sleep I wouldn't be up so early at all. And it is cold.//[/color] He scowled, though the expression held not an ounce of danger or threat, for it was impossible for the Roan to even look mean.

V'yal yawned and stretched, realizing as he did that the weather was indeed a little chilly, as it was winter. Oh well, he would still bath the Roan. He dressed quickly, almost regretful to cover his torso, and therefore the wonderous images that had been carefully worked onto it, but knowing that he was going to get cold if he didn't. Perhaps it would be warmer by the water, laying back on the beach in the sand, soaking up the sun. That though got him into his boots and out the door in a hurry, though as he strolled to Chayth he could head the distinct, slow, heavy breathing of sleep. Of course. The Roan had decided to doze while he was waiting. /Chayth? Wakey wakey. We'll get nowhere fast if you sleep the day away./

//Just a few more minutes. Please?//[/color] /No. Now up. By the time I'm seated we should be ready to go./ V'yal chuckled as he swung to the neck of the Roan, settling into place and affectionately slapping Chayth's hide. "Come on now bug guy. Let's get going." Chayth grunted, heaving himself to his paws with exaggerated slowness and pumped his wings, testing them and warming them up. //Are you sure we can't just lay here all day?//[/color] It was worth a last shot before he spent the engery to get airborn. "You know, I think the lake might be a little warmer, and once you're nice and clean we can lay out and dry." That got the Roan moving, and his wings gave a heavy downstroke as his legs thrust him off the ground, V'yal jerking back slightly as the Roan lifted off, and then they were on their way to the lake.

But, much to the suprise of the pair, as they came apon the lake, they spotted others who had similar ideas, the Black Dharth, and his rider K'dran, one lounging on the shore, the other underwater. Chayth frowned, not sure if they would be well received or not. True, he was Drath's wingsecond, but Blacks weren't always the friendliest of creatures. Not really thrilled with the thought of having to go all the way back to their weyr, he circled for a moment, before gliding to the ground and landing lightly, a little unstable just before his paws touched the ground, but it was nothing mroe than a slight wobble. Had he that last meter of his tail it'd be a perfect landing. A small cloud of sand swirled around them, and Chayth folded his wings, waiting while V'yal dropped to the ground and sheilded his eyes. While they were landing it seemed that Dharth had emerged from the water, and the sand settled down just in time to show the Black swallow it downand then glare at K'dran.

V'yal shrugged, looking at Chayth for a moment before hailing K'dran. "Morning K'dran!Dharth's looking good." Not a lie in the least, for the Black had obviously had a bath, and looked sleek and supple. Chayth grumbled, shifting his paws before padding into the water and giving a little shiver. //Hello Dharth.//[/color]



Word Count: 905
Character: V'yal of Roan Chayth
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[Desert]

As Chayth circled overhead and came in to land, Dharth watched the roan impassively. He made his way leisurely toward the shore, legs and wings tucked, propelling himself through the water with sweeping strokes of his long tail.

Dharth rumbled a chuckle as some of the sand kicked up by Chayth's wings sprayed over his rider. Good morrow, Chayth. The lake is a bit cold this morning, but the deeper water is pleasantly warm,[/color] he told the roan.

K'dran sat up and brushed the sand off himself, grumbling incoherently under his breath. He looked up when V'yal hailed him and tried to keep a scowl off his face, knowing Dharth would reprimand him for being unpleasant. Such a hypocrite, was Dharth sometimes.

"V'yal." He nodded curtly in acknowledgement. "He should look good, I nearly rubbed my hands raw scrubbing him," K'dran complained half to himself. "I'm surprised you got Chayth up and in the air this early, especially in this weather," he commented wryly, one side of his mouth twitching upward.

You would have suited a roan,[/color] Dharth observed acerbically. But if you had gotten a roan, I fear both you and the roan would have gotten fat by now, and would be useless layabouts.[/color]

Since Dharth was probably not far from the truth, K'dran didn't bother dignifying the black with a reply.

Dharth stepped onto dry land and paused with the waves just lapping at his hind paws, then spread his wings slightly and shook himself all over like a canine. Most of the water showered K'dran until he was quite damp, eliciting a stream of muffled profanity from the blackrider. K'dran sat up and tried to shield himself from the drips, but Dharth wasn't done yet. The big dragon pumped his wings strongly a few times, churning the air under him into a dust-devil that swirled sand around K'dran, coating his damp body with a crust of tawny grit.

A deep, rumbling chuckle bubbled up from Dharth's deep chest as he took a few steps away and sank to the ground with a sigh, spreading his wings out to either side like huge, blood-spattered black carpets. He rested his chin on crossed forelegs and ignored his rider, who was still cursing under his breath as he tried to scrape off some of the offending sand.

Finally, K'dran realized he wasn't getting anywhere and stripped the tunic off. He shot a malevolent glare at Dharth as he stomped irately down to the water and tossed his tunic in and let it soak for a moment. He washed the sand out of his shirt and wrung out the water, growling incoherently to himself the whole time.

Watch your language, K'dran,[/color] Dharth admonished his rider playfully, chuckling again when the stream of curses picked back up with renewed ire.

[Lyrikitty]

Dreams of war, dreams of liars
Dreams of dragons fire
And of things that will bite.

.::V'yal~*~Chayth::.

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Chayth gave a small nod, relaying the messageto V'yal, as well as a few mroe words. //Dharth says the water is warm where it is deeper, and he seems to be in a good mood today.//[/color] For this the Roan seemed pleased, well aware that an ill-tempered dharth would have ended with Chayth and V'yal leaving.

V'yal glanced to the Roan, who stood at the edge of the water, watching him patiently, and chuckled. Now that he thought about it, having Chayth up at all before noon was usually an accomplishment. /Go on, I'll be there in a moment./ The Roan gave a happy croon and waded into the water, going out until the surface lapped against his chest mildly and then rested his head atop the water, closing his eyes and enjoying the soak.

"You're right, if I hadn't been restless he wouldn't be up though. Fell out of bed today." The rider shrugged, turning his attention to K'dran as he tugged his own tunic off and let it fall to the sand. Sun splashed down onto the array f calors that sprawled and danced over his figure, the shapes of dragons curving over his body and playing over the heavy musculature that made his frame. "Dharth seems to be cheerful today, looks like you had your hands full with him earlier. Good thing Chayth never has that much energy." The Roanrider chuckled amiably, in a fairly good mood. Not that he was ever sour, but rather, he was more the sort to simply sit back and let life happen, not bothering to get worked up over it.

//Mine. If you don't hurry up I'll fall asleep here.//[/color] /Comming Chayth./ With a nod to K'dran, V'yal turned and jogged into the water, kicking his boots off at the edge of the lake and wading then swimming out to the Roan, pulling a rag and a bag of sand from his belt. /Stetch your wings out so I can get you nice and clean will you?/ The Roan oblidged, and V'yal started to scrub the dark mottled hide, rubbing the sand in small circles with the rag he'd brought. The Roan gave a happy groan, stretching out his length as much as he could in sheer pleasure.

After V'yal had scrubbed the dragon down completely, he slapped the supple hide. /Go rinse off, will you? When you're done you can lay out in the sun./ V'yal dunked himself, swimming underwater towards the shore, until his feet reached the bottom, and he walked the rest of the way out, back to the shore, where he flopped to the sand and lay on his back. Droplettes of water sparkled on his tanned, toned torso, looking like tiny diamonds strewn over his muscular body.

Chayth trilled and dipped himself under the water, rinsing the sand that clung to his hide before wading back to the shore and settled to the shore, his eyes half-lidded and his head resting on his paws. Back to his normal self, he was ready for a nap.




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Notes: Meh. Can't think of much else to say really. *shrugs* Oh! I may be getting a new horose, not that it has anything to do with anything. ><

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[Desert]

K'dran snorted acerbically. "He's always a handful," he muttered, mostly to himself. "And the only reason Dharth's in a good mood is because he successfully put me in a foul one. I wouldn't trust this good humor to last," K'dran remarked louder, directing the comment at V'yal.

I believe the weyrfolk have been having some problems with felines. The tawny kind that run in packs. Apparently the beasts get past the piles of mash that drive most felines away and have been raiding the herdbeast calves from the breeding stock. Perhaps later when you feel hungry, Chayth, you and V'yal could accompany myself and K'dran to go take care of it? Dharth said with unusual courtesy to the roan, turning one eye toward the other basking dragon.

K'dran groaned. Why did that big wher have to be all social today?

He is your Wingsecond, K'dran. And even though hunting felines is nothing to me, Chayth need not get complacent. A feline hunt would keep him on his toes. A Wingsecond needs to be better than his wingriders, to set an example. Besides, did you not remind me that feline pelts go for good marks?[/color] Dharth asked his rider wryly, a chuckle rumbling up from his chest. Dharth's breath stirred up small eddies of sand-laden air that swirled dizzily away from him.

K'dran glared balefully at his dragon. K'dran wasn't sure why he'd been made a Wingleader, but even if he himself didn't want to be a leader, Dharth was competent enough at it to keep his wing afloat. K'dran knew that Dharth would've been just as happy in a rank-and-file position in the wing, but he had a sneaking suspicion that Dharth had convinced someone to promote him just to make K'dran not be lazy.

You may just be right,[/color] Dharth commented smugly, parting his jaws in a sardonic grin.

Of course. That sounds like something you'd do. You spiteful beast, K'dran thought irritably at the black.

Be careful that the next queen that Rises here in Eden I don't catch just to make you Weyrleader,[/color] Dharth told his rider tauntingly, his tail-tip twitching in amusement. Dharth loved piquing his rider's temper.

K'dran narrowed his eyes to scowl at Dharth. Don't you dare!

Dharth just chuckled. [/color][/font]

[Lyrikitty]

Dreams of war, dreams of liars
Dreams of dragons fire
And of things that will bite.

.::V'yal~*~Chayth::.

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Chayth lifted his head for a moment, seeming to think on the offer, and grunted, however, a quick scolding from V'yal made the Roan sigh and nod slowly. //Mine says we would be honored to join you.// The Roan obviously found the idea of exersice a bore, and would much rather have denied the offer. /Ah, Come now Chayth. You need to get out and about, and hunting down felines is good for you. When you get hungry let me know, would you?/ TheRoan grumbled again, but gave a small nod before resting his skull once more on his paws, letting his eyes become again half-lidded. //Dharth, did you have any time in particular in mind? I would like time for a nap in the sun before we go.//[/color] Naturally. A Roan to his very core.

V'yal chuckled and lifted his shoulders in a shurg. "What can you do?" A very general question, with no hint of an answer being looked for, but rather just saying that the dragons would be just that, and it seemed they would do as they pleased, for the most part, taking their bonded along for the ride. Thankfully Chayth was a mellow guy, complacent in his manners and much of his attitude. They did suite eachother well, they almost matched in their builds, and their personalities worked together, each one helping the other. Chayth ket V'yal from working too hard, from going too far, while V'yal got Chayth off his couch and moving, made sure the Roan was not just a slug sitting about and growing fat. While Chayth wasn't thrilled witht he idea of a feline hunt, V'yal was looking foward to it. Chayth, for all his lack of wit, was fairly good at such tasks, for there was little direction to be given, and it ran more on intsinct than anything else. Not to mention that he could use the marks they'd get. The tawny felines weren't worth as much, but if there were enough of them it wouldn't matter. Were there a few of the spotted ones, he'd have told Roanth to get his hide up immediately.

//Can I have the meat?//[/color] Sleepily the Roan asked this, and V'yal had to laugh aloud at it. even as Chayth was ready to doze and drift off, his mind was on food. /Of course you can, what would I do with it? Besides, why else would we wait until you were hungry to hunt silly?/ V'yal wondered just what the Roan was thinking at times, but even more so, if he ever thought at all. The rider loved the big dragon, but shells, he had moments where he didn't seem to take even a moment for common sense. Oh well. It didn't matter. Nothing did, not really, aside form the Weyr, aside from being able to do their best to credit the Weyr, to be assests to Eden. To this extent, Chayth did usually agree, it was why he was able to motivate himself so when His wanted him up and moving. Perhaps they would have some fun on the little hunt, Chayth would get some exercise, would get a meal, would get a bit of training in, and V'yal would be able to make a few marks. Maybe go buy himself a skin of nice wine. He'd heard that there were some sparkling varieties around New Cove, maybe it would be an excuse for him to see Kisa, show off Chayth... Rekindle old embers maybe?





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Character: V'yal of Chayth
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[Desert]

No time in particular. Feel free to doze until hunger stirs you, I do not have much to do today. Dharth chuckled to himself. K'dran would appreciate the chance to relax a bit. Usually Dharth kept his rider on his feet from the time he woke up to the time he went to bed, doing one thing or another. K'dran rarely had any down-time if Dharth had anything to say about it, unless he was ill or injured.

Perhaps that was why Dharth had offered the feline hunt. He certainly wasn't giving K'dran a break for free. Feline hunts meant that he'd be wrestling feline carcasses heavier than he was while he skinned them -- Dharth usually didn't offer to help by holding up the carcass unless K'dran really couldn't finish unless it was off the ground. Skinning was hard, sometimes sweaty work even in the chill of an Eastern winter.

K'dran, before you doze off, you should get a couple of skinning knives and some cordage for the hunt,[/color] Dharth told his rider, rumbling a chuckle at the baleful glare he received.

Though he'd much rather veg out in the wan sunlight, Dharth did have a point. He'd need a knife to skin the feline, of course, and some cord to tie the fur into a bundle and secure it to Dharth's fighting straps.

Oh yes, the fighting straps would be a good idea too,[/color] the black added wryly. K'dran was a good rider despite his tendency toward indolence, but he'd need the straps to keep himself from falling off if Dharth decided to perform a few aerobatics on the hunt.

K'dran cursed under his breath and struggled to his feet, brushing sand off himself as he prepared to go fetch the supplies. Dharth called him back as he was about to stalk away from the shore, reminding his rider, Remember to get a knife and cords for V'yal as well.[/color]

The blackrider waved his hand in curt acknowledgement as he strode into the trees. Dharth chuckled under his breath, amused by his rider's foul mood. The man was easy to irritate, and quite amusing when he was mad.

Dharth yawned cavernously, stretching his forelegs in a very feline-like movement, spreading his talons before digging them into the soft sand, digging deep furrows in the tawny grit as he flexed his claws and pulled his legs back in. The grooves started to fill with water that seeped in from the damp, hard-packed sand near the water's edge.[/color][/font]

[rizu]

Though hunting was something she was good at, the female often did it in times of need – not for fun. And now, with the feline issue, she wasn’t entirely sure if it was dire to kill them all. Surely they could capture and relocate them, somehow? With a long sigh she allowed her fingers to carelessly rummage through her hair in frustration. She’d been up before dawn to track the beasts, but no luck had come today. Or the day before. ’Either they are brighter than I thought, or I’m rusting out without noticing…’ She would have to perform well soon, her payment depended on her efficiency. Sure, she might not like having to hunt and kill the wildcats [felines were something she rather like for their elegance], but she also needed marks to buy food, clothing and other supplies. ”It’s a cruel world, that it is…” Brown eyes fixed in the direction where Eden’s lake lied, and for a moment the female pondered if to head in its direction or not.

There was a faint chance the felines might be close by, if by close she meant a few miles. Ah well, perhaps a morning dip in the lake would be relaxing – it would certainly help refresh her for her later expedition. She would be heading out again at noon to see if she could find any trace of those felines.

As she slowly made her way to the lake, and continued to have second thoughts, the female finally decided that perhaps it was not a good idea to take a dip so early in the morning. Especially with winter being present and the chills the wind brought. Carefully and absently slipped into the small wher-hide pouch at her side, slipping out one of the few meatrolls she had wrapped and placed inside earlier. She bit into it, all the while continuing to run the thoughts around her mind. Thinking, brewing, a perfectionist to the end. Yes, swimming was out of the question, though perhaps dipping her feet inside the cool waters for a bit wouldn’t be such a bad idea. And it sounded refreshing. Yes, that’s what she would do. Mind set, she closed the remaining distance between her and the lake – only to suddenly gap lightly at the sight of two dragons and their frames. No matter how long she had lived here, or seen dragons, the massive bulk of Dharth deserved an “aww” of admiration. He was huge, though perhaps a bit slim when it came to bulk. Not that she held it against him, the female thought it added a bit more charm to the dragon.

Then again, she really didn’t knew if he was charming or not to begin with, the female rarely came to the lake – and the chances she’d been around when they had been at the lake were slim either way. Her gaze then trailed on the Roan, drinking in the various shades that marked his hide. She had seen dragons come ago from afar, pretty ones from different places. But, so far, Ivaris always had a soft spot for the native dragons of Eden. Perhaps it was a “national” [or in this case Weyr] pride, but whatever it may be she would not question it. To her the dragons of Eden were the best Pern would ever see. Focusing on both riders the female realized her new position. She hadn’t expected to meet anyone here early in the morning, less of all dragonriders. Hence, she was at a loss of words on what to say.

Besides, they probably hadn’t even noticed her yet anyway.



Word Count: 643
Character: Ivaris
Notes: Crappy, I know. X.x I’m so rusty. *cries*

[Lyrikitty]

Dreams of war, dreams of liars
Dreams of dragons fire
And of things that will bite.

.::V'yal~*~Chayth::.

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While Chayth was busy drifting off, V'yal was relaxing, his gaze falling out onto the glassy surface of the lake as his thoughts meandered about mildly, no destination in sight beyond whatever came to mind. For awhile he dwelled on Chayth, on how to keep the Roan fit, one how to get him up and going in the morning with less arguement, when they'd have mroe free-time to spend with eachother, those sorts of things. They would deffinately make a trip to the South Continent, Chayth enjoyed the warmer climate, and it was V'yal's birthland.

Before another topic could be brought about, V'yal's eyes feel apon another figure, staring at the pair of dragons lounging at the water's edge, appeared nearby. The tattoed rider lifted a hand in greeting, hailing the lass amiablyto come over so he'd not have to shout, and Chayth groaned, opening his eyes slightly and lifting his head to stare almost balefully at V'yal for a moment. //Why must you wake me? I was in such a pleasent place.//[/color] /Hush now, there is a girl looking at you. Would you not wish to at least see who she is? Does your curiosity not ask why she is up so early in the day? Silly Roan, what am I to do with you?/ Chayth had an answer for that, most naturally. //Let me sleep.//[/color] V'yal waved a hand at the Roan, dismissing the comment, and rose to his feet, stretching his colorful torso, his arms lifting above his head for a moment and then settling to his sides.

"Good morn, young lass! You're up early, don't you think? Might I inquire as to why? I am V'yal, of the Roan Chayth who sends his rather sleepy greetings." //I'd not be sleepy if you left me be.//[/color] Chayth, with a grunt, dropped his head back to his paws, though his whirling eyes remained open, watching V'yal and the girl passively. He did let one lid slide over his eye and rise again in a wink to thegirl, but otherwise seemed rather disinterested. How Dharth would react, the Roan didn't know, seeing as the Black was in such a wonderful mood today, he may well scare the girl out of her skin and speak to her directly. Or simply ignore her, though she seemed awed by the sight of him. What was so special about a black? Sure, they were kings and all, but wasn't he just as attractive? /Of course you are Chayth, more so if I might say so. Just look at your lovely coloring!/ That was enough to make the Roan croon with delight, his head lifting from his paws as his neck arched proudly. Of course V'yal would know just what to say to make him wake up and move! The rider always did. Not what the Roan was thrilled about, but he had to admit, V'yal suited him well, his bonded kept him from being fat and lazy, even if the Roan wanted to be just that.

V'yal strolled over the the girl, muscled arms swinging at his sides, and his hair falling damply over his eyes. He was a big man, with not the least extra weight on him, just as Chayth was, both solid, both powerful. As he drew closer, he paused, flashing her an ivory smile and looking at Chayth, the sight of the Roan, arching his neck and trying to look impressive, made the rider laugh, his head tilting back, as the sound burst from his lips. /You look ridiculous!/ //Nonsense, I'm dashing.//[/color] However, he did relax a bit, keeping his head aloft and looking about, glancing at Dharth and inspecting the Black, then looking at the girl, for he knew not her name, leaning closer to sniff at her and exhale a wave of warm air over her, an then looking at V'yal. His always made him proud, he did. Just as he strived to make V'yal proud. When Chayth finally settled himself to watching things, v'yal managed to stiffle his laughter, shaking his head at the Roan and shrugged, looking at the girl as if oto say 'what can you do'.





Word Count: 801
Character: V'yal of Chayth
Notes: Mm... Not my best by far, it was a little forced, sorry for that. Yay for Rizu!!!!! *glomps* No worries about being rusty, you'll loosen up sooner or later!

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[Desert]

K'dran took his time collecting Dharth's fighting harness, hunting up a pair of skinning knives from one of the weyrfolk-herders and gathering suitable lengths of cord. He muttered irritably to himself the whole time, bemoaning his dragon's sadistic temperament, the inhospitable weather, and anything else he could think of to complain about.

When he could put it off no longer, the blackrider hiked back toward the lake. He emerged from the trees and stalked over toward his dragon before spreading his arms to dump his burden on the sand.

Took you long enough, Dharth observed mildly, not bothering to turn and look at his rider. Go give V'yal his supplies, now that you finally managed to get them here. I believe he is chatting at the moment, but if you put the knife and cords somewhere where Chayth can see them he will find them.[/color]

K'dran gave Dharth a dirty look and crossed his arms stubbornly across his chest.

I am sure you would not enjoy it if I made you move, K'dran,[/color] Dharth remarked, his mind-voice dangerously cold and hard. K'dran knew this icy tone well enough, and he knew better than to disregard the warning. With bad grace, K'dran snatched up one of the knives and a length of cord, then turned on his heel and stalked toward where Chayth was basking.

He dumped the two items a few feet away from the roan's right forepaw and looked around for V'yal. When he spotted the roanrider, K'dran noticed that he wasn't alone -- a young woman was speaking to him.

I told you V'yal was chatting with someone, dimglow,[/color] Dharth told him scornfully. She is one of the candidates. If memory serves, she is not a half-bad huntress. Perhaps she could aid us with the felines. Do go ask her, K'dran.[/color]

Dharth's recall of the names and faces of all the riders and most of the weyrfolk baffled K'dran to no end, since most dragons were hopeless at remembering names. It served both of them well, since K'dran's short-term memory was horrid, and he was worse than most dragons at putting names to faces.

K'dran reluctantly approached V'yal and the candidate. When he was within comfortable speaking distance he stopped, nodding curtly at Ivaris. "K'dran, black Dharth's rider, Wingleader," he said, barely keeping the sullenness out of his tone.

Politeness does not cost you anything, K'dran,[/color] Dharth chided his rider. [/color][/font]

[rizu]

She noticed the movement, one of the riders had left – and the other seemed to see her now. As V’yal rose a hand in greeting the female nodded softly, carefully taking a few steps closer. She did make sure to keep a respectable distance both from rider and the dragons. As the Roan turned to stare at the man, probably conversing now, the female took the moment for a second look. Something about the Roan seemed different, perhaps the snout? She wasn’t completely sure, but it added a small charm to the dragon’s facial features. His hide was a sight to marvel as well – for while the Black’s was [indeed] black with faint red freckles, the Roan was a mixture of grays and steel blues. She would have beat him to be more of a dark blue than gray at a distance, though as she neared she could definitely see she’d been wrong. Not that she would openly admit it. The conversation between rider and dragon seemed to end, the female watching as V’yal waved a hand at the Roan – before turning to address her.

”Good morn, young lass! You're up early, don't you think? Might I inquire as to why? I am V'yal, of the Roan Chayth who sends his rather sleepy greetings."
”Good to the both of you as well then, V’yal and Roan Chayth. I suppose it is a bit early still, though I’m fairly used to it. Hunting felines is quite arduous work at midday – so I prefer to take advantage of the cool morning air I do hope I am not bothering you or both the Black and Chayth..”

She gave a faint smile, involuntarily, as she noticed the wink of the dragon. Such fascinating creatures they were – her father had always dreamed of being a rider one day. Of course, those dreams were nothing but dreams, but his adoration for the magnificent beasts had rubbed on Ivaris as well. Had Enoch been alive still he would have surely adored seeing one as close as she now was to this pair. As V’yal strolled closer, cutting the vast distance into a more impersonal [though still respectful] proximity Ivaris took the chance to study both rider and dragon a bit more. A stocky creature Chayth was, much like other Roans [or so she thought at least]. Now that she took a bit more time, she could see what was different in his face. Yes, the snout. It was rather blunt, tapering just a little bit It was a charming look. At least she now knew for sure how to distinguish Chayth from any other Roan. Apparently rider and dragon had a few similarities, for V’yal was quite stocky as well. And tall. So very, very tall. It even made Ivaris feel rather midget-like – and for being a girl she was on the rather tall scale. Then again, when someone towers a full foot above you… Yes, anyone would probably feel small. His hair seemed to cover his eyes away from few, and only after squinting lightly was she able to see them – though their color was still hard to define. To his flashed smile the female replied with a polite one of her own, arms crossed against her chest involuntarily. His height made her just a tad bit uncomfortable, though it was mostly her subconscious the one reacting to it.

She’d been so focused studying him now, she had failed to see the massive head move closer to where she stood. As the dragon inhaled, and she felt herself lightly being sucked by the oxygen he devoured, the female jumped just a tad bit with a faint squeak – brown eyes turning to watch the pair of nostrils she could now see. A faint blush of embarrassment marked her cheeks, and she couldn’t help but pout lightly. Great, she’d been hunting since small and trained enough to be known as a “good hunter”, and a dragon’s sniff had managed to startle her so easily. As he let out the air he’d sucked, the female felt the warm breath – unable to stop herself from closing her eyes. Once they re-opened they focused on the dragon, though a smile still played on her lips.

”Well, never thought I’d have the chance to feel the warmth of a dragon’s breath from so close. Thank you very much Chayth, it’s quite a new experience.”

The conversation might have been prolongued, had it not be for a ”thump she heard – coming from behind the rider. Tilting her head lightly Ivaris spotted the man from before, he had returned rather quickly, as well as the knife and rope he’d dropped. So, this was the Black’s rider? She had little time to study him or his dragon, most of the time had been sucked in studying the first pair, and as he spoke she could see a vast difference between him and V’yal. The RoanRider seemed friendly, K’dran… Well, she wasn’t exactly sure yet.

”K'dran, black Dharth's rider, Wingleader.”
”Pleasure to meet you both, K’dran and Black Dharth. I’m Ivaris.”



Word Count: 894
Character: Ivaris
Notes: Sorry for the long wait. XD

[Lyrikitty]

Dreams of war, dreams of liars
Dreams of dragons fire
And of things that will bite.

.::V'yal~*~Chayth::.

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Chayth gave a soft rumble, then looked down at the items that Dharth's tossed beside his paws. The Roan sniffed at them, fiding them utterly uninteresting, as they represented the work to come, and turned his attention back to the girl, listening with some interest as she spoke to him. There were those who might find it insulting, for anyone to speak to their dragon at all without asking, however, V'yal was too laid back about such matters, and chayth simply didn't care either way, so long as such activities allowed him to sleep undisturbed. For a moment, he considered responding to her, wondering justr what her reation to having the voice of a dragon rumbling in her mind would be, as she'd been started by his simple sniffing, and the thought proved interesting, enough so that he gave another soft rumble of dragon laughter and peered closely at the girl. //Didn't mean to startle you, little one.// She had smelled of work, sweat, and of ourse, those were things was wasn't fond of, however, he was interested, oddly, in the girl.

V'yal could think of no reason why the roan was being so curious, it was more like the dragon to stare at smething for a moment and then put his head back down and doze. But as the Roan took the liberty of apologizing, V'yal raised a brow. Well, that was unusual, to say the least. It wasn't often that dragons bespoke humans other than their riders. His gaze was on the Roan, and only when K'dran approached, and unwillingly spoke up, did the Roanrider turn back to the other humans. /Chayth, what are you thinking? Have you a wild hair, or are you simply trying to confound me?/ //Neither MineV'yal.//[/color] The rider frowned slightly before shrugging it off. Chayth wasn't likely to cause much trouble, and any strange plans the Roan may have, they would be easy enough to decipher at a later point. "Not much at all bothers Chayth, so long as he can sleep, the lazy wher." He affectionately tossed the words over his shoulder, as if to tease the big dragon, who merely snorted and yawned widely, the cavern of his maw opened to it's fullest and tongue curling.


Word Count: 452
Character: V'yal of chayth
Notes: T-T Miserably short. *flails*


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[Desert]

K'dran inclined his head slightly in acknowledgement of Ivaris' self-introduction. He would've liked to go back and doze in the sun more, or better yet return to his weyr to relax, since the beach was suddenly too populated for K'dran's current mood, but neither was possible with Dharth so bent on his being sociable. At least, as sociable as K'dran could ever be in a foul mood. Which admittedly wasn't very much.

At least try to be pleasant, K'dran. She may well be in our wing soon, for she is a candidate for the next Hatching, whenever that happens to be, Dharth said, his tone cajoling.

If I tried to be pleasant I'd be deceiving her. Everyone in my wing knows I'm a tyrant. If she was led to believe I'm a half decent person she'd be in for a rude awakening if she did have the misfortune of being placed in my wing if she Impresses, the rider replied acerbically, with no little sarcasm.

You are hardly a one to talk. When you choose to exercise your silver tongue, rider-Own, you can be a quite good liar. And I seem to remember no compunction on your part about deceiving people before this. So stop making excuses and mind your manners, at least to the girl.[/color] Dharth's retort was scornfully amused at first, then worked its way toward exasperation as he sensed K'dran's obstinate refusal.

My good humor is rapidly disappearing, K'dran. It would be unfortunate if I was driven to my usual unpleasantness in front of this perfectly charming and unassuming young lady. It would be resolved quickly if you would but make an effort to talk to another human being for once,[/color] Dharth hissed. K'dran recognized the familiar icy tone that had always promised violence, and he also sensed building ire behind the coldness.

K'dran smirked over his shoulder at the black, now having decided to utterly disregard the other living beings in the area. As much as Dharth enjoyed provoking his rider's temper, K'dran took equal sardonic glee in goading the black; he didn't deliberately irritate Dharth very frequently, though, considering the rather painful consquences. But K'dran had had enough of Dharth's malice, so the cons were overruled for the moment by the snap of his temper breaking.

What if I just don't want to, Dharth? Having an audience hasn't stopped you from roughing me up before. Have you taken a shine to the girl, and you want to impress her with your manners? he taunted, letting a malicious grin spread over his face.

The black hissed and half-stood, his wings mantling irately. K'dran's grin only widened. He would regret this later, he was sure. he always did.[/color][/font]

[rizu]

Didn't mean to startle you, little one.

Her comment had been simply been a small response to his actions, the female hadn't expected an answer at all. And if she had, she would have thought it to be delivered through V'yal. The fact the Roan actually went ahead and spoke directly into her mind was shocking, and it took her brain a few moments to assimilate the magnitude of it all. A dragon had just bespoken her... Something that was quite rare indeed. It was a new sensation, odd, and yet his voice didn't seemed out of place at all. It was hard to describe, really, the feeling to be spoken for the first time by a dragon -- on top of that one that is not Yours, nor is liked to your soul -- and it left her speechless for a few moments. As he peered at her she simply allowed her eyes to grow wide in surprise, before a faint smile lingered in her lips.

"It's a-alright."

She really didn't knew what else to say, her mind had gone in blank mode. Only the hissing of the Black brought her back to reality, she had even forgotten the presence of Dharth, V'yal and K'dran -- so overwhelmed by the moment and the feeling. However, now that she was back in the real world, her eyes turned to look at a grinning K'dran and what seemed to be a mildly-irritated Dharth. Apparently it was now K'dran the one that seemed to disregard the presence of the others, as she watched him simply stare and grin while teh Blackmantled his wings. The girl herself was unsure of what had been going on, the Black had seemed perfectly fine and calm just a few moments ago. Her gaze turned to V'yal, hoping that maybe the other rider had some small form of clue as to what was currently going on.

Word Count: 336
Character: Ivaris
Note: Nuuuu!!! Short post of doom! DX *flails helplessly*

[Lyrikitty]

Dreams of war, dreams of liars
Dreams of dragons fire
And of things that will bite.

.::V'yal~*~Chayth::.

Chyath rumbled softly, and would have continued to chat to the little female, if he'd not noticed Dharth's mood shifting to a more typical Black. As the large beast hissed, the Roan grunted, heaving himself his his paws and moving a short distance away, placing himself subtly between Dharth and V'yal, as well as Ivaris. It was not due to concern the Black would take out any ill temper on either the candidate or the Roan's rider, but a habit, ensuring the safety of both for the sake of all. His eyes took a slightly concerned shade, their hue deepening as he swung his gaze to His and paused, obviously speaking to the rider. //MineV'yal, if Dharth's mood turns any worse we will be leaving. He may not be known for attacking others beyond HisOwn, but I will not take a chance.//[/color] Agitated, the Roan shifted his gaze again to warily watch the Black. So long as the dragon kept away from V'yal, Chayth would remain as he was.

However, he knew all too well what could happen when a Black's mood was ill, and still bore the marks from his own Hatching, the loss of nearly a meter of his tail.

V'yal nodded, though he was less concerned by the Black's change of mood than Chayth. /Alright, but don't go and bring attention to yourself, I'd hate for anything else to happen to you due to any Black./ For a moment he simply watched the Roan, and then looked to Ivaris, who semed rather confused. Of course, she would know little of how quickly a Black could change his mood, or how often a Black was in a foul temper. With Dharth being perfectly pleasent up till now, this would seem a bit odd. "No worries, Ivaris. Dharth is a Black, and is only acting as is natural for on. He's actually rather patient for one. Moods like these are generally pointed at K'dran, not others thankfully." He chuckled, though he kept one eye on Chayth, as the Roan had effectively blocked his vision of K'dran and Dharth both.







Word Count: 426
Character: V'yal of Chayth
Notes: *gags self* Ick. Ick ick ick ick. Short and horrid.

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