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Post by Zero on Oct 16, 2011 21:15:19 GMT -5
F’lon had been attempting to unwind the purple tail that twisted around his legs without fully disturbing the dozing dragonet when her sudden shout cut through the night. The loud ‘No!’ shocked him so that he lost his footing and still being tangled in with a dragons tail, landed had on his backside. His green eyes narrowed as a string of explicative’s left his lips. By the shell of his dragon, what had just happened?! By her outburst he assumed someone had slipped into their loosely guarded circle and snuck up on her. Aphath squeaked at change in atmosphere and clambered to her feet, looking quickly between Hers and the BigGreen, silently wondering if anyone tried eating the other again.
F’lon stayed quiet as he listened to her quickly spout off what had caused her to become so upset. “I’m sorry.” He replied carefully, still wondering how he had managed to upset her this greatly in such a small span of time. Then, just as quickly, her outburst seemed to end and her voice dropped as she seemed to almost plead with him with her last words.
“Kill her?” He ran a hand through his hair as he looked down at his little, although quickly growing, companion. As much as he despised his Impression day when he had thoughts of a brown circling his head, or anything but a female really, F’lon knew now that would never give his Aphath up or let her be taken from him without a fight. And his son! A silent snarl began to toy with his features at the mention of this Rider stealing away with his boy. F’lon may not have been the most honest of men but there was a fine line between his line of work and simply destroying lives.
“You don’t need to tell me twice, I don’t believe I’ll be willfully hunting this man down.” The thief watched her for a few moments longer before turning his attention to the upset dragonet at his feet. “Though if we happen to cross paths one day I can’t promise I wouldn’t hold back.” True this rider had done nothing to him, but the thought of what he could do and that he was still out there was more then enough to spark a surge of dislike for the man. Don’t worry F’lonMine, I won’t allow anyone to harm you or your hatchling. I won’t be small forever.
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Post by Lark on Oct 17, 2011 20:02:55 GMT -5
No, you will not be tiny forever Aphath. You'll grow. You'll be fast one day too.
A bit forgetful and innocent no doubt, but fast. Pan smiled, reassured by F'lon that he wasn't going to try and get with S'vrin's group any time soon. Not to mention that he hadn't asked her anything about how she knew him. She pulled her arms from around herself, stretching as she stood up. "So...what's this son of yours like?" She tried to randomly change the question while looking the other way. She liked kids. Kids were a safe topic to talk about...as long as it wasn't about her stealing them.
(Ooc:FAIL POST I KNOW *hides face in shame*)
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Post by Zero on Oct 17, 2011 20:31:33 GMT -5
F’lon glanced her way as she tried to change the subject, or at least attempted to change the topic anyways. The thief smirked inwardly to himself at the thought. As if he would allow her to get away with such thing so easily, especially after the sudden outburst of hers. Oh no. He wasn’t ready to move on with their conversation yet till she dished out a little more on this Istan incident. After all, she did seem to know a fair amount about the ordeal…more so then just what comes up in easy conversation such as this.
“My son?” The thief inquired after quietly soothing his skull marked companion. “Oh, you know how kids can be. Like I mentioned, I haven’t seen him for a while now, but my contact assures me my boy is in good hands with his birth mother at the moment.. Oh but enough about him. I can tell you more of my son later..” The dark haired man rubbed idly at the day old stubble clinging to his chin as he pushed away from the wall he had been leaning against and began to pace a slow circle around Pan and her bonded.
He was getting bold, he knew it, but he also knew that the feisty green wouldn’t come close to ending his life if he pushed to far..even if it was only for Aphaths sake. A sly grin danced in his green eyes as he tried to catch and hold the red-haired woman’s gaze. “You seem very set on me not meeting this conniving Istan, that his plans are far to sick and twisted even for the likes of someone such as myself…” Pausing, F’lon began toying with the smaller of his two blades that had somehow slipped from his boot and now danced idly with his fingers as its perfect dancing partner. A habit really, not a nervous one by any means, but every now and then the thief did find himself playing with the sharpened blade while in the midst of a intriguing conversation.
“So tell me, Panille…just how do you seem to know all the Istans dirty little secrets?”
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Post by Lark on Oct 17, 2011 20:51:00 GMT -5
She froze when he asked that question. Her whole body tensed, and her eyes turned to glare at him. "That's honestly none of your sharding business." Pan marched up to him, dodging Iliath's tail as it tried to place a barrier between the two for F'lon's sake. She knew how testy Hers could be. I'd be careful if I were you dinner. She hissed low as well, snaking her head around to look at the young man twirling his knife.
"Put that away. It's making me antsy...." she eyed the small blade and smirked. "You know I always wondered if there was a correlation between knives and men's....ego's. Whether carrying a larger one meant they were not confident enough...or maybe having a smaller one was being honest about actual size." She placed her words cleverly as she could, Iliath chortling as she laughed. Her hair flipped back as she snapped her head to look off in the distance before turning back.
She could get mean if she wanted to. He just had to keep pushing her buttons. I hope he does Pan love. That way he gets what he deserves for sticking his nose where it doesn't belong. Are you sure eating him will hurt the Little One? Panille nodded her head. "Quite sure unfortunately Iliath dearheart." The green snorted and snapped her teeth together. "You're testier than normal love." [color7fff10]And what about it? I can be however I want![/color]
"You're getting bratty too." Am not! The green hissed a whine at Hers. "Faranth I need a drink if it's because of that." Well doesn't that bring back memories dearie? A flashback of S'vrin and her in her weyr sharing a wineskin to be exact. The events before hand were quickly pushed away. "Flap off you for a bit......and you." She turned to face F'lon again. "Don't think about asking again got it. Just because shes a loud mouth that can't keep her thoughts to herself doesn't mean you should ask about them. That conversation should have been private."
Panille put a heavy emphasis on the word private and glared at him again acting not unlike a teenager more than a young woman. Well shards and shells Iliath was effecting her too! Snorting, the greenrider crossed her arms and darted her eyes to Aphath. "He's lucky he has you. If not I'd have slapped him by now. "
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Post by Zero on Oct 17, 2011 21:27:45 GMT -5
His eyes flashed mischievously as his little ploy of egging her on quite clearly worked. Oh if she only knew that by acting so defensively she was really giving away the truth behind it all. Women. The thief smirked at the passing thought. They were so easy to twist and wind up. “Easy you over grown lizard with wings.. We don’t want to upset the baby now do we?” He shot a look to the equally agitated Illiath as she attempted to separate the two Riders by the girth of her tail alone. As if that would really stop the storm he just unleashed.
“Ah, you want to talk about ‘egos’, eh?” Another devilish smirk twisted his lips as he easily made the small blade vanish from sight with a quick slight of hand, only to be replaced by the larger, hunting type blade he kept hidden at his side. “Care to find out? From my experience I’ve always found that ladies love a bit of extra steel to play with…” A quick wink was aimed her way as he lightly tossed the larger weapon from one hand to the other. His movements weren’t as graceful with this blade as with the smaller one but they still remained fluid and streamline.
The thief cocked an eyebrow as the woman began to exchange quick remarks and quips with her bonded. It was rather amusing, he had to admit, especially when he realized he was actually hearing both sides to the conversation and catching bit and pieces of a memory. “Interesting…” He muttered to himself, though his head swam lightly from the sudden burst of anothers thoughts.. Oh but it seemed like such an interesting and twisted little tale, one that would definitely fit his darker thoughts. Naturally he couldn’t just let it drop so easily. Well…maybe if she asked him very nicely…
“Oh come now. The past is in the past is it not?” F’lon kept his gaze fixated on the girl as he spoke. “Surely if you’ve left the conniving Istan and his dastardly ways behind then there should be no problems talking about it…” His voice trailed off as she turned to his own Aphath and mentioned her being the reason that he wasn’t receiving the usual slap women given men when they know they’re on a losing side of a conversation. He grinned at her words. It would seem his little companion had yet another use after all. This was working out perfectly.
“Unless of course this ringleader..what did you call him? …S’vrin? Ah yes. Unless this S’vrin had twisted and forced you to carry out those prior attacks. Why then I believe you have every right to separate him from his pathetic existence completely.” F’lon continued to toy with the blade as he spoke, all the while gauging her reaction to his words. He was simply curious about her is all. No one simply gave up their home and left, he himself was a testament to that. Now if he could only learn her story….
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Post by Lark on Oct 17, 2011 21:55:26 GMT -5
That was it, the flirting she could deal with, but F'lon's words were too close to home as be asked about S'vrin and why she left. Her hand moved before she could think, and she hoped it connected hard with his cheek, she even curled her nails in a bit in case it scratched him too. She turned her head away, her eyes closing tight to stop the tears. Instantly Iliath was there, the green lashing her tail and fighting her rider's hold. Learn to keep your tongue on your mouth sometimes boy. Panille opened her eyes again, the world still slightly watery as she glared at F'lon.
"He used me. He had protected me, he had loved me, and he used me. You don't understand what that's like.....I did anything he asked, I didn't even know why. After the kidnapping though....I couldn't." She let herself fall against Iliath's neck, sliding down to the cool ground and putting her head in her hands shaking it side to side. "If it weren't for me, those weyrlings would never have impressed. I led them there...I disobeyed him, I chose to leave because I could t stay. Not after....Why couldn't you have just left it alone?"
She got up quickly and fisted her hands at her sides. "No, that's men for you. They use you, make you trust them, flatter you, play you like an instrument, then throw you aided. Faranth, that's life for me!" She crossed her arms as she drew that parallel between her parents not wanting her and S'vrin leaving her for seducing Ulme instead. The last thing she wanted to do was cry, and she bit her lip till a small line of blood trickled from it, her hand coming up to wipe it away mindlessly. Iliath's eyes swirled red and yellow, her body curling around Hers as much as Pan would let her.
It wasn't much.
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Post by Zero on Oct 17, 2011 22:29:15 GMT -5
F’lon had actually been about to open his mouth add more fuel to the fire when her hand, seeming to come out of nowhere, suddenly connected with the side of his face with a sharp slap. His eyes widened briefly at the sudden action before they quickly narrowed and the grip he held on his knife tightened dangerously. His arm twitched with the urge to give into the reflex to retaliate against her. Forcing himself to relax, the thief slipped the blade out of sight once more before brining his hand to massage his still stinging cheek. Perhaps he had pushed a little too far in this talk of theirs. Well it seemed too late now.
F’lon remained silent, his hands at his side as she shot her own reasons at him. Mentally he kicked himself. Truth be told he had been expecting a story perhaps like his own. A broken family followed by the usual dribble. Her tale, however, was far more intricate then he had been expecting and to be honest he was at a loss for words. He grimaced slightly as a passing gust of wind stung the two small cuts on his cheek as he dropped his eyes to focus on the darkened ground for a few moments longer, not wishing to interrupt.
“Now there’s where you’re wrong…” The thief spoke up finally, his voice low as he looked at Panille from the corner of his eye. “I’m sorry for pushing you on the subject but not all men fall into that bastard category you’re referring to. Men that you describe don’t deserve any soft gestures you may have given them. They don’t deserve to breath if I’m perfectly honest. But someone like that Istan didn’t deserve you anyways from what I can see…” He sighed lowly and ran a quick hand through his hair, daring to take a few steps closer, but Illiaths twisting form and crimson gaze held him at bay.
He dropped his gaze to the ground once more in time to catch his purple companion creep up to his side, clearly distressed by the way things had turned. “I know, I know… I need to keep my mouth shut sometimes…” F’lon spoke quietly to the little amethyst and for the first time realized just how outnumbered he was. Turning back to Panille, he attempted to catch her eye considering Illiaths bulk kept him from getting any closer. “Not all of us are like that…don’t condemn the masses for the actions of one dimglow…”
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Post by Lark on Oct 17, 2011 22:48:13 GMT -5
Pan let her eyes peak at F'lon from behind her hair. It veiled most of her face right now, and it slid past her shoulders as she held her head up finally. "I guess not all men are like that." She spoke hesitantly, walking forward to where she was right in front of him. Iliath warbled unhappily but allowed it. Her rider could handle herself. Raising a hand again, she meant this time to touch him near the cuts on his cheek. "They still can be jerks though." She narrowed her eyes acussingly at him as if to dare him to say anything different at that.
Sighing she shook her head. "Come on. I have numbweed and stuff in my weyr. It's getting strangely chilly out, it's nicer inside anyway." The green behind her crooned and launched into the sky, circling the Bowl once before going to her ledge and landing. Panille held out a hand, carefully looking at Aphath for any sign of distress. Baby came first after all. "I shouldn't have hit you....you weren't the one I was mad at. It's just.....scary to think he's still there....somewhere." She began to head out whether he had taken her hand or not when she suddenly stopped and looked back.
On the floor a glint was shining of metal. She bit her lip, wincing at the pain and went over to pick up the statue. She looked at, tilting her head to the side. Iliath? The green was already rising from her ledge though, singing down and hovering feet above the WeyrBowl's ground in seconds. Her jaws were making crunching sounds as she worked them together. On it! She wrapped her tail around the little statue, bringing it with her as she flew high above the Weyr. Then she flicked it into the air and leg out a jet of flame, briefly lighting up the sky.
Pan smiled. "It was his...come on." Iliath chortled a dark laugh in her rider's mind then. You have no clue how much I've wanted to do that.
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Post by Zero on Oct 17, 2011 23:16:19 GMT -5
He looked up as she began to approach him and forced himself not to take a step back, even if another smack was headed his way. “Yes, I am fully aware of the fact that I am a jerk, thank you.” He hissed lightly through his teeth as her fingers brushed over the small cuts and swore at himself under his breath a second later for even showing the slightest bit of weakness in front of her. It was just a small cut, a scratch even. Oh but why did the little surface wounds always have to sting the most?
“You don’t have to bother yourself with it, I’ll be fine.” Yet even as he spoke his hand still took hold of hers and he steadily followed along beside her.. Even if it was just a scratch, the thought alone and the company would definitely manage to keep him out of trouble for the rest of the night. She stopped suddenly though, halfway up the stairs, and he nearly bumped into her before curiously looking around to find the reason as to why.
That’s when it happened. His treasure, his prize, had been snatched up by the large dragoness and flung carelessly into the night air before meeting its demise with a plume of flame. The thiefs jaw dropped partially at the very sight and he was looking almost like someone had stolen his favorite knife and threw in into the ocean before his very eyes. “I could have sold that you know…” The young Rider muttered, his gaze still fixed on the sky as she tugged on his hand and dragged him along for a few steps.
Oh DearLoveMine, don’t worry, things are better this way without that nasty statue. The young amethyst awkwardly tackled the stairs as she faithfully followed behind Hers, determined not to let him out of her sight for the time being. BigGreen has tried eating you and Hers has struck you as well. Oh no F’lonMine, you need my protection tonight. The thief rolled his eyes at the little dragonets words but had learned by now not to try and argue, he always ended up losing or giving in anyways.
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