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Post by Zirin on Dec 8, 2011 22:58:36 GMT -5
{Takes place the morning after Illiath's flight}
The faintest streak of sunlight spread though the entrance of his weyr as the sun began rising above the horizon. It was still early, too early to be awake. He still felt exhausted, ready to doze off again, but despite keeping his eyes closed something was nagging at the edge of his mind. Syphraelth...? He contacted the brown in confusion, wondering if it was his dragon causing the weird feeling. The brown did not respond verbally, but J'degar could feel the pleased emotions of the brown, and shortly after he received an image of Syphraelth curled around Illiath on a ledge somewhere.
That's right... Syphraelth had won last night's flight with the green... but her rider... He grimaced. her rider had stupidly stumbled into the wrong brownrider. Just as Ar'rex had lost his prize when Sithorath caught Loraketh, now too had J'degar lost Illiath's rider. So why did he feel so content? It was then he realized the warm feeling on his side was from another body. It couldn't be the greenrider; he could vaguelly recall the memory of storming out of the room as she picked Ar'rex.
That meant he must have found a lower cavern's worker or something to sate his lust with. Normally he would have simply controlled the emotion and stumble back to his weyr alone... but his fatigue must have had a huge impact on him the night before. Well, it was about time he discover the lovely female who had 'helped' him. Blinking his eyes open wearily he rolled over and began snuggling into his bed warmer, fully expecting a pretty young woman.
K'lin was definately not a pretty young woman.
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Post by Akira on Dec 9, 2011 13:54:59 GMT -5
K'lin couldn't remember what had happened last night. All that he could remember was that he had gone drinking with some of his friends after he had told them all the good news about him becoming a father. And that is the last thing he could remember. But there was something nagging at the back of his mind. He felt something warm against him, and just shrugged if off as him having found his way to the weyr that he shared with Daedra, but he just couldn't shake that feeling in the back of his mind.
K'lin grumbled sleepily and rolled over to cuddle against Daedra, but what he found had him screaming, and scrambling out of bed. WHAT IN FARANTHS NAME IS GOING ON?!?!?!?!?! His voice was full of confusion and rage as he screamed at the man that he had found in the bed beside him. This wasn't the room he shared with his mate, nor was this his mate. He stared wide eyed at the man that he finally recognized as one of the brown riders from Southern Weyr.
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Post by Zirin on Dec 13, 2011 21:41:58 GMT -5
Well... so much for a regular morning. You'd swear from the volume of K'lin's voice that he had just seen a ghost or something. J'degar grimaced; this is why he hated finding substitues, even if he hadn't realized what he was doing at the time. Not that it had been bad of course, he felt fully sated and relaxed from the night of 'fun'. However... morning afters were difficult for some people... like K'lin, apparently.
"It's too early for bellyaching K'lin." J'degar narrowed his eyes in annoyance, "There was a green flight. You were in the wrong place, at the right time, and you gave no arguments." His words were matter of fact. Of all people he wanted K'lin to warm his furs least of all... that weyrmate of his was a dangerous one and he'd rather NOT anger her more than he already had. He dragged himself out of bed with a stretch, not caring in the least that K'lin could see him, and began searching for his pants. Oh.. there was the other man's shirt. He tossed it at K'lin half-heartedly before continuing his search.
Finally giving up, he just grabbed a different pair from a drawer and pulled them on. "Are you just going to sit there looking like a complete wherry-brained idgit all morning or do you want a mug of klah?" He asked as he called down the shaft for some of the delicious beverage. Sure, he didn't want K'lin sticking around any longer than necessary, but he knew his curtesies. "And for Faranth's sakes puts some pants on idiot."
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Post by Akira on Dec 13, 2011 22:50:15 GMT -5
K’lin felt as though his heart had stopped beating. He clutched his chest, just to make sure he could still feel his own heartbeat. He was still breathing heavily from the shock of waking up with another man. He tried to take a few deep breaths to calm his breathing, but was only partially successful. He was still breathing pretty quickly, but not as bad as before, and it seemed as though his heartbeat had finally slowed. Nothing like this had ever happened to the blue rider. Obviously he had been in his fair share of green flights before, but never had he ever woken up with another man. So it is understandable why this entire thing had come as such a shock to the blue rider.
Too early…too early?! What do you mean too early?! I just woke up in another man’s bed! Oh dear Faranth she’s gonna kill me. He ran a single hand through his hair as he looked down at the ground. He was trying to figure out what to do about Daedra. To tell the entire truth, K’lin was more afraid of his weyrmate than he was anything on Pern. He hit himself in the head a few times, and only became more frustrated with himself. He jumped when he felt something hit him, but relaxed, only a teeny tiny bit when he realized it was only his shirt. He quickly slipped it on, and tried to find his pants. He had heard the other man’s question, but couldn’t think of anything but Daedra.
K’lin quickly found his pants, and slipped into them. He sat on the edge of the bed as he pondered what he should do. What am I gonna do…she’ll kill me. He shrugged his shoulders in defeat as he spoke. He could find no way around it. Daedra would kill him when she found out what had happened last night. He wasn’t really concerned with what would happen with J’degar. He was sure the man would be able to run and hide from the woman before she could ever find him, and do to him what she was going to do to himself. He slowly shook his head, and wondered if he could find a way to escape the Weyr, and escape the wrath of Daedra.
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Post by Zirin on Dec 16, 2011 20:23:33 GMT -5
Had J'degar known K'lin had only ever won flights with female riders he would have laughed, assuming either the man had been incredibly lucky, or had only won his weyrmate's flights. Gar was used to this. Well, sort of. He had won a few flights in the past, both male and female, so he had experienced the shock of waking up with the wrong gender. It was part of being a rider and was somethign taught early on to Southern's weyrlings, but he supposed it was another lesson Trelis failed to teach.
"Calm down idiot, it's a flight, not a sharding marriage." Geez the bluerider was annoying, and Daedra was beginning to seem like more and more of a maniac each passing moment. "Unless that woman of yours is an idiot she'll understand that." Gar wouldn't hide. He was bigger and likely stronger than Daedra (though possibly not as quick) and he had rules and a big brown dragon to back him up. A flight was a flight, and he had never heard of people being blamed for waking up with someone after a bout of flightlust... though he supposed K'lin had been drunk on wine instead of lust at the time.
"Besides, she has no reason to do anything. Unless of course you tell her how much better I am in bed." It was said with such a nonchalant shrug that it would be very possible to miss what he was saying, but it had been said. Gar had his cocky side as well.
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