Pure Frustration {Open}

[Zara]

Iirla was pacing irritably in her room. It didn't help that Izanycorth was angry that her sister, Chahaturth, had garnered so much attention... Though... not from what she considered her males. Though she would never tell Thromyth she considered him one of her males. Kelath, Maerath, and Thormyth. They were the best males of the Weyr as far as she was concerned. But Garnet Braymoth, her brother, was as much one she wanted the attentions of as well. In fact, they all should give her their attention. She was a gold and the little wench was just a topaz. And not even a good one like Kayath. She snorted. Iirla sighed, sitting back down to the hide in front of her. She was tired of training and lessons. Which was probably why she had been going to the beach, the, grasslands... everywhere she could at night while others slept... but it was making her tired... and was starting to make her sick again, though she tried to hide it. Especially from her Vl'kan. She loved him, but she didn't want him to worry about her.

I am going to go eat. The words were simple, but Iirla knew even just from that what her real intention was... she was going to go take out her frustrations on some poor unsuspecting herd beast... Tear it apart and make a mess that she would then want cleaned so that her hide shined and she was beautiful.

"You're just going to go make a mess..." Iirla sighed. No. Not just go make a mess. Iirla sighed. "Go have fun, then." It will not be as much fun without Thormyth or Kelath. And she silently hoped she would attract the attention of Braymoth... Because he had always seemed interested in her. Not just that though... All browns, bronzes, and especially garnets needed to show their interest in her. She preferred her Garnets and loved her talks with Thormyth... Oh what delicious destruction they could bring about. The Weyr would be well taken care of if only because of his ego if he were to be her mate. Kelath was strong, a knight in shining armor. He would make it safe. Maerath was devoted to her. He would be a very devoted leader. And Braymoth... devious and willing to do whatever she asked. Or he had offered to, anyways.

Whatever. She needed to feel the tearing of flesh beneath her claws and teeth. She launched herself from her ledge and flew over the feeding grounds, there. She dropped down on the beast quietly enough as to catch it in one snap, landing heavily upon it and feeling the satisfying crunch of bone under her claws, sending the rest of the beasts scattering and screaming. Oh it was delicious. It was nice to have learned something so amazing and brilliant from one of her garnets. And he was one that she enjoyed watching. He trained harder than another dragon. And it showed.

Now... with her kill in her claws and teeth, she latched her teeth into the carcass and yanked, pulling out a large chunk of flesh, shaking the now severed limb in agitation and satisfaction. She tore at it and, truly, ate very little over all. She was becoming bloody and messy. It was wonderful. In her eyes. Iirla was irritated by her dragoness' irritation... and by the mess that she was making.

[Akira]

Akira groaned as she walked through the halls of the weyrling barracks. She needed a break from the always so pleasant Oridith. He was always trying to make her more social, and forcing her into social situations which really made her uncomfortable. Thankfully the young blue was now on his way to the feeding grounds, which left her with some time to herself. She paused in front of a room where another girl seemed to be pacing, and seemed to be quite irritated. She knew how the girl felt, and knocked gently on the door frame to the girl’s room, it was then that she realized that the girl was Iirla, the Junior Weyrwoman.

Sorry to interrupt, but it looked like you needed someone to vent too. Akira was very nervous to say the least, and it showed in her quiet, unemotional voice. She stood in the door way, and for all intents and purposes looked extremely calm. She watched Iirla with quietly assessing eyes. She didn’t know what it was like to be under so much pressure, after all, she wasn’t the Junior Weyrwoman, and to be completely honest, she didn’t envy the girl. She might be a hard worker, but to have so much weighing on ones shoulders, well, she just couldn’t comprehend it. Then the girl had to deal with her gold, and from what she knew, the gold and her topaz sister didn’t get along very well, which must lead to a lot of headaches.

[Zirin]

It was, in truth, a lazy day for Braymoth. Yufa was once again in the infirmary during their free time, rambling on about 'dragonhealing' or something of the sort. He snorted and stretched out on the ledge overlooking the feeding pens. He had been coming here more and mroe often, intent on spying on that lovely topaz and seeing if she would show that vicious feeding again. What he hadn't expected to see, was the tiny gold Izanycorth. She was usually off with one of her many suitors and, while he knew the thought should bother him, it didn't. She could do whatever she wanted for the time being, as long as she continued to see him in a good light.

Perhaps the day would come when he would step up and truly fight for her; he had little doubt he would stand a fair chance against Kelath, and the other bronze. The other red dragon was a bit of a worry, but what was a little bloodshed between garnets right? Well, that time was still far off. Izanycorth was still young, and her mind was too easily swayed to make his attempts worthwhile. He could win her one moment and lose her to another bronze the next. No, he would wait until she was older. He peered over the ledge at the sound of bones crunching echoed up to where he rested and rumbled in amusement. He knew the queenling had a bit of a vicious streak, but it seemed the other garnet was influencing her.

My dear, you look positively delicious from up here. He crooned down at her, his eyes roaming across her bloodstreaked hide. It's taking all of my willpower not to jump down and take a good taste. His tongue snaked out and his pose became more rigid. He would be able to dive down there at a moments notice if he decided to.

[Zara]

Izanycorth's tail twitched in pleasure. It was a dark, feral feeling which roiled within her, much like a storm. Well, brother Braymoth... why not come and try to take a taste, hmm...? A dark, feral almost purring seemed to emanate from deep within her chest. She arched her neck and, paying little more attention to him for the moment, reached down, ripping into the carcass again, pieces of flesh flying, blood splattering on her hide in red spots and chunks. Her eyes whirled with colors of blues, greens... and faint reds. Her wings were slightly spread over the carcass as she took a quick bite, ripping at it again, not caring about the mess she made or the meat she was wasting. Instead. She just made more of a mess, looking at the strewn pieces in amusement and pleasure. She turned, licking a paw, nearly purring again. Oh this was so nice.

She would have her brother's attentions as well as Kelath's, Maerath's, and of course, Thormyth's. Though that one was a bit more difficult to gain at times. He was so very focused on destruction, mayhem, being the best... and of course, himself. He was a ruler of the world of his own eyes. But actually... it was somewhat amusing to her in a way.

Are you going to try a taste, brothermine or look on...? She licked her foreleg again before turning back to her kill, of which there was little left and tearing another piece of meet, flipping it back and catching it with an audible snap in her jaws. She chewed aggressively and swallowed, rumbling. It was nice. Very nice.

"Oh. Hi Akira," Iirla stood with a smile. "Thanks. I'm doing alright. It's just Izanycorth being.... well.... her devious and rebellious self at the moment. Not to mention some studying. The more I learn the more I feel like.... I'm starting to get overwhelmed with everything that I will have to do... Ya'know...? She shook her head slightly. Though... she did have Vl'kan and she did enjoy what time she had with him... when eh wasn't training and she wasn't studying.

[Akira]

Akira raised an eyebrow when Iirla thanked her. She wasn’t exactly sure what the girl was thanking her for, but hey, it didn’t seem like she was all there in the first place. Hey, and should I ask what’s wrong with her this time? She had a feeling that it had something to do with the topaz that was from the same clutch. From what her own dragon had told her about his sisters, it didn’t seem like they would be able to live in the same Weyr once they grew up if they didn’t learn to get along soon. Though, if it did come down to kicking one of them out of Trelis, which one would it be? Would Inali and T’rian send the young topaz pair to another Weyr, or would they send the young gold rider and her dragon?

Akira mentally shook herself, she could worry about those questions later, but right now she had to focus on what was in front of her in the present. I think I sort of understand, but since Oridith is a blue, I don’t think there will be much responsibility put on me, at least, not like what’s been put on you. Though, if you ever need someone to vent to, I’m just down the hall. I know how…frustrating a dragon can be. As much as she loved her little blue male, she wouldn’t deny that there were times when she wouldn’t hesitate to trade him off for a different one if it was possible. Since it wasn’t she just had to roll with the punches so to speak.

Oridith bugled a happy greeting to his two larger siblings as he landed in the feeding grounds. He was a friend to all, and an enemy to none, but he knew when to keep his distance from another dragon. At that point in time, it looked like that might be a good idea since his sister seemed to be in one of her “moods” and he didn’t want to get close enough for her to eat him as though he were just a herdbeast. He hadn’t had much interaction between either of his larger siblings, and he was delighted for the chance. His speckled tail was waging quickly behind him, which made him look a lot more canine than he probably should, but hey, he was happy and why shouldn’t he be able to wag his tail?

[Zirin]

Braymoth's tail twitched curiously as she played along with him. He took a moment to look away, as if lost in thought before finally standing and simply dipping off the ledge he was on, spreading his wings to glide as close to the gold as possible to land without kicking up too much dust. He watched as she tore another chunk of flesh into pieces, If he did go through with it and get close, would she turn him into another haunch to tear apart? Well,he would find out soon he supposed, slinking over with a confident swagger to his walk, the garnet dragon nuzzled his sister, rumbling at the feeling of the blood spreading onto his own hide.

A tongue snaked out to lap up a trail of blood on her neck. Quite delicious... His tongue retreated to his mouth at a sudden bugle from behind and he took a moment to glance back at the newest arrival. Ah.. little brother, how nice of you to join us...

He purred before pausing a quick moment in thought. The things he could do to Iz... Should he? Shouldn't he? He was going to get himself hurt one day, but it would be fun nonetheless wouldn't it? I could just eat you up my darling, He whispered to her, a sinister tone to his voice as he reached out and nipped a particularly bloody patch on her shoulder. He doubted she'd have the reflex to dodge it from such close range, and if he hit the mark there was no doubt it would hurt for a few moments. Hell, if he was lucky the mark would even remain; his personal claim to her if you will.