Black Sun|

[Desert]

K'dran seemed to remember the presense of others. He glanced at them, still with a wide grin stretched across his face, and moved a few steps away, closer to the trees. "Oh, right. Sorry. Don't worry, the only one he's mad at is me. None of you are in danger. If he does go for me I'll be sure to run into the trees and away from you lot, so we avoid accidents." More than once another rider had been in the wrong place at the wrong time when Dharth went into a rage at K'dran, and came away worse for wear.

So Dharth, your little girlfriend looks confused. Why don't you explain to her what's up? She might forgive you for your temper if you apologize properly, K'dran remarked tauntingly to his dragon.

The air roiling from Dharth's half-open maw shimmered, like the air that rose from the heated sand in the Hatching Grounds. At the same time, a soft growl bubbled up from the black chest -- a sound deeper than his chuckle and overlaid with menace, low enough in pitch to almost be felt rather than heard. Dharth's eyes, now a vivid bloody red, narrowed to slits. The black's stance was crouched slightly, his neck extended forward and close to the ground, with wings mantled high and tail lashing viciously back and forth.

"Ooh, he's mad now!" K'dran crowed. The rider jogged a few steps farther from V'yal, Chayth and Ivaris, almost into the forest. And also closer to Dharth, taunting him again. "I'm gonna regret this," he observed jovially, chuckling. Here, of course, was where the rumors of K'dran's sometimes questionable sense came from. He was a good enough rider and capable enough as a Wingleader to keep him from censure, and most of the time was perfectly sensible, except for when Dharth drove his own temper to snapping.

Oh you shall, Own, you certainly shall regret it, Dharth hissed, his mental voice colder even than before, with a deceptively calm tone that elicited another chuckle from his rider. It was a slightly nervous chuckle, though, and from that and the slightly hysteric-looking gleam in his gleefully twinkling eyes, it was apparent that K'dran didn't look forward to the snapping of Dharth's temper as much as he appeared to to an observer.[/color][/font]

[rizu]

"No worries, Ivaris. Dharth is a Black, and is only acting as is natural for one. He's actually rather patient for one. Moods like these are generally pointed at K'dran, not others thankfully."

V'yal's explanation did helped in adding some logic to the recent turn of events, though the female was still confused. She'd thought most dragons were loving towards their mines... Yet it seemed it was natural for Blacks to be foul towards them? As the Roan placed himself in between and effectively concealed K'dran and Dharth from view the female gulped slightly -- though she made no motion to move.

"Oh, right. Sorry. Don't worry, the only one he's mad at is me. None of you are in danger. If he does go for me I'll be sure to run into the trees and away from you lot, so we avoid accidents."

Well, if she'd been feeling dumb before now Ivaris wasn't sure how to feel. With the wide grin on his face, and the words he spoke, the female would have almost thought that K'dran was actually taunting the Black. No, surely she was imagining wrong -- why would someone want to encourage the wrath of a dragon? Especially your own. And if what V'yal said was true... Well, the female had enough sense of self-preservation to know she did not want to be caught at the end-stick of a Black's bad mood.

"Ooh, he's mad now!"

The low and menacing growl had caught her by surprise, making the girl jolt just a little bit in surprise. But it couldn't have been as shocking as K'dran's words: either he was stating the obvious -- or he was really trying to piss off the Black. She took another step closer to V'yal, and Ivaris could not deny she was grateful to Chayth for having placed himself between them and the action -- and keeping her from seeing an enraged Black. As to how K'dran planned to get out of this alive, she didn't knew... Though she hoped the Black would calm down before things got too heated up.

It had started out like such a nice day... It would be a shame to see it end so abruptly and horribly.

"V'yal... Would Dharth actually hurt K'dran?"

The question was barely above a whisper, though her gaze remained settled on the roan hide of the dragon. Eyes were glazed lightly, a sign that she wasn't really looking at Chayth, but rather lost in her own mind while thinking. How could a dragon hurt their bonded? Especially one as big as Dharth... Ivaris couldn't think out of a possible way, any sort of violent act from the Black would certainly kill a human. And, surely, he wouldn't kill his own Mine.

Right...?



Word Count: 502
Character: Ivaris
Notes: My muse was being mean. So if there's something incoherent, or ramblings, it's his fault. x.x

[Lyrikitty]

Seasons are changing,
And waves are crashing,
And stars are falling all for us.

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

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Chayth turned his gaze again to the candidate, knowing well he was blocking ehr veiw, and with good cause. //V'yalOwn, do not lie to her.//[/color] /Of course not. Just keep tabs on what happens with Dharth, and don't be gentle about grabbing us up and moving if need be/ Chayth seemed contented with that, again letting his eyes fall to watch carefully as K'dran baited the Black further. Now Chayth was far from the brightest of dragons, but he knew it was a poor idea to do just what that rider was, which had to say something for the action itself, and so he had one of his moments of questioning, where he had to think that perhaps he would have been better off in another wing.

V'yal shrugged, looking at Ivaris without much in the way of an answer for a moment. He could be brutally honest, and let her know that there were those Blacks who thought that a pleasent activity was toturing their bonded to within an inch of death before being so kind as to leave them alone. However, that might not be the best idea. "Well..." He frowned, scratching his chin thoughtfully before crossing his arms over his colorful chest. "There is always the chance that if K'dran isn't quick to get into the trees, and if Dharth catches him, that there will be blood. A good chance at that, since he's a quick creature..." He should stop, before he scared her to the point she'd refuse to stand for Impression, though he doubted such a thing would happen. She was, from what he could tell, not one to frigthen easily. "However, this is what happens when the two of them are in good moods. So far neither have died yet." He smiled encouragingly, as if that were all that mattered. It was, when one got right down to it.

Chayth, realizing that perhaps V'yal wasn't making the point that not all dragons wer elike Dharth through, turned his head to place his muzzle gently against V'yal's chest, blowing warm air onto His and crooning softly. Well, that should encourage the lass to know that he was far from a Black, if nothing else.




Word Count: 433
Character: V'yal of Chayth
Notes: This. Is. Horribly. Short. TT-TT And terribly crappy among other things. [/color][/center][/size][/color]

[Desert]

Dharth's focus had not narrowed to the complete exclusion of all else than his rider, so he managed to catch Ivaris' slightly horrified speculation. Grimly, he answered her directly into her mind: No, I will not kill him. But K'dran might wish I had, if he does not run away and very quickly. Dharth transferred his gaze to Chayth and addressed only the roan. You, Yours and the girl are safe where you are. I can keep my head enough not to hurt any of you so long as you keep that distance. Perhaps,[/color] he added, glancing at Ivaris again and letting her hear him, it might be beneficial for her to see just what blacks are capable of and be on her guard. But do not alarm yourself too much, lass, most blacks cannot do what I can do.[/color] The last, slightly enigmatic comment was made with a tinge of smugness.

"And we're all lucky for that!" K'dran chipped in cheerfully, having overheard what Dharth told them. He grinned at the baleful glare the black leveled on him. "Oh c'mon, Dharth! If they all could, Eden's population would be so much smaller."

Instead of replying, the huge dragon unfolded slowly from his crouch and took a few deliberate steps toward his rider. K'dran boldly held his ground against Dharth's advance. The black approached until he was standing within striking distance of K'dran and eyed the grinning human coldly with blazing red eyes.

"If you're squemish, now would be a good time to look away," K'dran remarked to the others, then turned and sprinted into the trees.

Dharth surged after him, swiping at his legs with one broad forepaw. With his legs swept out from under him, K'dran fell heavily into the undergrowth and quickly rolled over onto his back to face his attacker.

As Dharth's jaws gaped open, small tongues of bluey flame lapped at the sides of his muzzle. K'dran's eyes shot open wide in horror, but Dharth moved too fast for him to escape. Bright orange flame roiled from Dharth's maw and bathed the rider, also singeing the brush around him.

Dharth only sustained the flame for a few moments then clamped his jaws shut, eyeing the damage he'd inflicted with a glint of feral satisfaction in his eyes, which were fading into a calmer indigo. He gave a disappointed snort, for K'dran didn't scream. He knew the burns, however superficial most of them were, to be very painful.

K'dran automatically thrashed and rolled in the loose, loamy soil to put out the smoldering of his clothes, his face twisted into an agonized grimace as the burns came into contact with the gritty dirt. His clothes were what had turned to ash, sparing him third-degree burns that might have been inflicted, though his hands were badly burned. He'd shielded his face with both arms, letting the relatively unimportant limbs take the damage instead of his face and the rather sensitive and necessary sensory organs located on it, like his eyes.

Satisfied that he had punished his rider sufficiently, Dharth took off smartly from the ground and flapped back to his weyr to doze. K'dran lay where he'd fallen, grinding his teeth that were so tightly clamped together they might break so that he didn't give Dharth the satisfaction of hearing him scream.[/color][/font]

[rizu]

As V'yal made an attempt to explain what could happen the female listened, gulping ever so slightly. If it came to be as bad as V'yal portrayed it... Well, it was a good thing Ivaris wasn't weakened by the sight of blood. Still, it did gave her something to mull about now, and more than certainly a mental note was made deep in her mind to never do something as idiotic as what K'dran was doing at the moment. Baiting a Black until he snapped was not in her "things to do list". Watching Chayth's interaction with V'yal, though, was soothing and calming. It was good to remember that not all dragons were as aggressive on their mines as the Blacks, and gave the girl a small comfort for when she would stand.

No, I will not kill him. But K'dran might wish I had, if he does not run away and very quickly. Perhaps it might be beneficial for her to see just what Blacks are capable of and be on her guard. But do not alarm yourself too much, lass, most Blacks cannot do what I can do.

Faranth, she was so happy to be a girl. Blacks did not impress to females, right? His words did intrigued her, though the cool touch of his voice intruding into her mind was quite a shock. Like dipping the hand in a bucket filled with water and ice. It wasn't something she was used to still, hearing a voice other than her own in her mind, but one thing was certain. Dharth's and Chayth's mindvoices were very different from one another. His last words did spiked a bit of her curiosity.

"Something most Blacks can't do? What does he mean by that?"

It was more of a spoken thought rather than a demanding question really, though she wasn't fully sure if she honestly wanted the answer or not. In a matter of moments, and various sounds, the event was over. From what she could gather after hearing it seemed K'dran had indeed made a run for it to the trees -- she could hear a few trees splintering, probably as the massive form of Dharth had moved through them. And then a more interesting factor, a scent actually. The smell of burning wood and leaves. But no. Surely the Black would not have flamed his rider... Dragons needed firestone for that, right?

Right...?

"V'yal..."

She didn't say anything more, the voice laced with confusion, surprise and concern should have been enough to voice out her thoughts. Had Dharth actually flamed without firestone? Had he actually flamed his rider? Was K'dran even alive after that...?



Word Count: 473
Character: Ivaris
Notes: Rawr... I'm not even sure if I liek this post at all. XDD

[Lyrikitty]

Seasons are changing,
And waves are crashing,
And stars are falling all for us.

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

V'yal cringed, for a moment he'd forgotten that Dharth was one of the very rare few who could flame without firestone. Ouch. As soon as Dharth seemed satisfied, and deemed it time for him to leave, V'yal patted chayth's cheek gently. "Chayth, have you any idea where Kov is at the moment?" //Um... Dozing in the Weyr.// /Good, wake her and ask her to try and bring some numbweed if she would. K'dran is sure to need it after that./ Chayth nodded, reaching his mind out tot he little jade flit who could never stay still. The odds of her actually completing a task were low, but it was worth the effort.

While Chayth tried to get Kov to bring a pot of numbweed, V'yal looked at Ivaris and shook his head. "Not many Blacks can do that, and you should be thankful. Either way, if you have a weak stomache, or issues with burnt flesh, you may want to stay with Chayth. I'm going to check on him." He sighed, shaking his head and striding over to K'dran, to observe the mess of ash that now covered the ground, and the obvious lack of brush. Laying in the center of it, looking like he sorely wanted to scream, was K'dran. Would the man never learn to wait till he was a little farther into the forest? Or was he simply a glutton for such punishment? Kneeling beside the blackrider, he looked over his own shoulder, at a thoroughly bewildered Kov, who for once in her life had managed to complete a task, and had brought a small pot of numbweed, helped by a lovely Roan who'd always been fond of the jade. "Kov, bring it here darling."

With a delighted chirp, the flit urged her companion to move faster so she could deliver her parcel, and when the pair were close enough V'yal grabbed the pot and opened it, scooping out a handful and looking at K'dran warningly. "Stay still would you, unless you don't want any numbweed you dimglow." Waiting a moment longer, to see if K'dran was going to make any sudden move, he slathered his handful onto the rider's chest, mumbling to himself about the folly of some riders.

Chayth shook his head and lay the great wedge on his paws, watching V'yal fondly. Ah, his was a good man, even if K'dran had brought this on himself, V'yal was willing to offer some help. On the bright side, it looked like a feline hunt would be out of the question, a fact which brought a pleased grin to his lips.

Kov, finding nothing to do now, warbled loudly, her eyes darting about until they landed on Ivaris, to who the little flit sped over to and circled quickly, landing on her shoulder to tug lightly at the girl's hair with her maw.


Word Count: 551
Character: V'yal of chayth
Notes: I loves Kov, such a sweet little thing, for all her lack of intelligence.

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[Desert]

K'dran grimaced and knocked V'yal's hand away, then heaved himself upright. It was mostly his upper body that had been flamed -- Dharth knew that the fabric from which his tunic had been made was much more flammable than his wherhide breeches -- so he felt no compunctions about stalking into the open space between the trees and the lake without bothering to retrieve the remains of his tunic.

"You're a bit of a dimglow yourself," K'dran growled, his voice strained, "though maybe you just haven't had the pleasure of being burned before. I need to get all this muck out of the burns first before you cake me in numbweed -- I'd much rather endure the sting now than have these get infected." With that much said, K'dran waded into the lake, breath hissing through his teeth as the chilled water met his seared flesh.

Shall I comandeer one of the local fire lizards to bring a Healer over there? Dharth asked his rider wryly.

No thanks, I can get there myself, K'dran retorted, making a face as he gingerly cleaned off the burns as best he could. Though rolling in the dirt had put out his clothes, it had covered him in dirt. That and the ash from his former tunic stuck rather tenaciously to the wounds, making cleaning the burns a very painful business.

In the moments where it overhwelmed his borderline-masochictic tolerance and K'dran felt the need to vocalize his agony, strings of hardly intelligible curses came from the blackrider. Dharth playfully chided him for his language, which only elicited further profanity. It seemed that Dharth's former good mood had been restored fully.

Chayth, if you and Yours still feel up to the feline-hunt, we can still go. I have no need of K'dran's presence to hunt. I would understand if you have lost your desire to pursue that particular activity, however. Let me know whatever you decide, if you please,[/color] Dharth told the roan, amusement coloring his mind-voice.[/color][/font]

[rizu]

Well, she wasn't weak of stomach, though the shock of the moment kept her in her place as V'yal went off to check on K'dran. The Black had flamed with no firestone... He'd flamed his own rider. It was a rather shocking sight, and the female found herself in dire need to massage her temples for a moment. She could feel a headache beginning to spread, and it was better to deal with it quickly now than let it develop. This was quite a load of information to absorb in one shot. By the time the headache had receded she was able to hear better again -- and the strings of profanities coming out of K'dran's mouth were rather hard to miss.

Her gaze lifted, looking over to the lake as the rider tried to wash off the dirt from his wounds -- something that seemed rather painful She even had to look away for a few seconds, the thought of how painful the wounds must be managing to make her own skin tingle in an uncomfortable manner.

Thank goodness that it was rare for dragons to be able to flame without firestone... She didn't wished to imagine how it would be like if a hatchling with that skill decided to try it out on Candidates.

At the loud warbling sound the female's thoughts were interrupted, before she turned to look for the source. Finally, for the first time since Kov's arrival, the female noticed the Jade flitter that headed her way -- perching on her shoulder without a hint of shyness as she begun to tug lightly at her hair. It managed to draw a small giggle from the girl, as she turned her face to regard the cute little critter that had appeared.

"Why hello there, aren't you a pretty thing?"

She smiled, scratching the flitter softly around her belly in greetings. For now she'd stay here with Chayth and Kov while V'yal helped K'dran. The latter was currently tunic-less, and the female figured it was only polite to give the scorched rider his personal space.



Word Count: 361
Character: Ivaris
Notes: *flails* My muse is being a sharding wherry at the time. X3

[Lyrikitty]

Seasons are changing,
And waves are crashing,
And stars are falling all for us.

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

Kov, her delight and interest quadrupling just as soon s she was complimented, warbled, trilled, and wriggled herself impossibly, rubbing over Ivaris and within momentseffectively tangling herself in her own limbs, and a few tresses of hair, and giving a chirping plea for aide. So excited she had gotten over being noticed, a very large reason that V'yal took pains not to tell her she was a lovely little thing, that she tended to loose any hope of thought, not that there was ever much hope for her at all.

Chayth rumbled, snorting at the little flitter affectionately and shaking his head. If nothing else, the little one always provided a good distraction. //Never compliment the little one, she get's excited all to easily, as I'm sure you've figured out.//[/color] His great head shifted, his gaze turning out tot he water and to K'dran, for a moment, he had to wonder. True, there were times he questioned his loyalty, and his position, in their wing, but then again... He was strong, both of them were. There were few the Roan could bring to mind that could withstand a searing silently, and not make a sound until afterwards, no scream, but ratehr a string of curses.Well, Chayth knew ell that neither K'dran nor dharth were exactly gentlemen, nor beings bothered by the opinions of others, so he wasn't suprised at all by the blackrider's behavior, only admiring the will-power. Ah well, so long as V'yal had no qualm, Chayth would remain silent of his own thoughts on the matter.

V'yal rolled his eyes, shaking his head and tossing the pot of salve to the edge of the water with a grunt. So muich for proving useful. He stroleld back to Chayth and Ivaris, noticing then the little jade had effectively made a mess of herself, and he sighed. "Let me guess, you told her she was pretty?" Hew chuckled, finding it hard not to laugh at the pitious look he got from the flit, and the sounds that accompanied it.




Word Count: 370
Character: V'yal of Chayth
Notes:

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[Desert]

It took several minutes to get the worst of the gritty soil and powdery ash from his burns, in the process of which he regularly burned the air around him with flurries of muffled curses and profanities. Several times they choked off abruptly when the blackrider clamped his teeth shut around a whimper or yelp of pain when he hit a particularly badly burned spot.

K'dran had gradually, since Impressing Dharth, developed a rather astounding tolerance for pain. He'd had to, really, since whenever he gave Dharth the satisfaction of screaming, that usually encouraged the black to inflict more pain. So to save himself additional agony, K'dran had learned how to stifle his screams. It hadn't been easy, but it came more easily with every passing injury.

Burns were relatively unusual, though, which to K'dran was all to the better. They hurt a lot worse, and had more of a tendency to get infected. Dharth usually didn't decide that K'dran had been bad enough to warrant a flaming.

Dharth was always careful when he did -- it was easy to inflict burns that would cause permanent, crippling damage. He was a skilled Threadfighter -- partly because he could flame without firestone, so he had better control over the flammable gases that bubbled up from his second stomach -- and prided himself for it, but Thread was not one's rider. Thread could and would be charred to ash, one's rider should be only razed enough to get the message across.

Once he deemed himself clean enough, K'dran waded out of the water. He moved gingerly, biting his lip almost to the point of breaking the skin to keep from whimpering as each movement disturbed the lay of the burnt skin.

The water had stopped his skin and the underlying layer of fat from being further incinerated, and had gotten rid of the worst of the sickly burning-flesh smell. The wounds didn't bleed -- they had been cauterized at the same time as being burnt -- so once K'dran emerged from the lake he actually seemed considerably better. Not that he felt any better, for the burns still stung incredibly, but his appearance was less gruesome.

K'dran glanced down at the jar of numbweed, the ghost of a smirk tugging at one corner of his mouth. "Thanks for your concern, V'yal, but that numbweed you brought won't be enough to cover all these burns. I've got more in my weyr. The Healer gave me some extra-potent stuff, which is probably the only thing that's gonna do the trick. I'll have to dig out my fellis, too..." he remarked, trailing off into a rambling mutter that was mostly addressed to himself.