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Post by Akki on Dec 16, 2009 1:18:09 GMT -5
Akki was tired.
Which was understandable. Nowadays, everyone was tired. Rhia, G'han, Kaith, everyone. The last few sevendays had slipped by and managed to suck up everyone's energy as if left. Everyone deserved a nice little nap. Which Akki was doing right now.
The rider had left Ebbeth in their weyr, the blue looked peaceful as he rumbled softly - deep in dreams. She was going to originally sleep in her room but suddenly it seemed to stifling. She needed to get out to somewhere more open. So she headed out of Dark Moon and now found herself laying down in a rather nice and cozy field.
She lifted her hands, opening and closing them as she imagined herself grabbing clouds. Now clouds, She thought, Would be nice to sleep on. Her hands fell back to the ground and she closed her eyes. Faranth, she just wanted to sleep for turns and turns. Things were still wonky for her, nothing seemed to be going right. She could now say that R’xis had left [Jerk] without questioning it – the lad wasn’t coming back and neither was his sister. The whole going back in time thing was going to take a while to grasp. Hithorth’s death was also a blow – Akki and Ebbeth had liked the brown. He was a rather gentle creature with an opinion to share on everything.
“Nrrrrf. I wish I could drink klah and eat sweetrolls and never have to move.”
Ooc|| Just in case you renegade kids wanted some fun c; |
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Post by mc16neo on Dec 16, 2009 4:28:55 GMT -5
Veran was a man with many loves. But what he loved most was evil, torturous, blood lust. That is all he needed. Blood. And as he walked he began to hunt to fulfill his desire. Veran had begun to sense that someone was nearby. He continued to move through the grass and drew his knives. He moved without noise and complete stealth till he put a knife to Akki's throat and her stomach.
"Do not move or speak to your dragon. Or else you will be dead before he realizes." he said in a soft voice. But the tone and edge was deep and menacing.
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Post by Akki on Dec 16, 2009 13:46:26 GMT -5
This was a dream.
I mean, really – it had to be. Who would really go on and attack a rider? What a silly little man. Akki cracked open one of her eyes and stared at the blade near her stomach. I wonder if he could shave off some of my pudge. Was her first thought. She blinked, oops; that probably wasn’t the thought process she should be having right now. This was like that hatching feast all over again, except with two knives instead of punches. Okay, maybe they weren’t all that alike.
“The kids asleep I’d rather not wake him.” She smiled politely. He needed his sleep! Her smile disappeared, “But do you know much about dragons? Even if you killed me he’d still come over here to make a fine meal out of you. You might win against me but probably not against him.” Her mind was starting to clear – the haze of sleep was slowly disappearing and she could feel her mental gears turning and churning in order to get out of this tricky situation. Stall, stall, stall. That was really all she could think of at the moment. She looked up, the man was probably around her age.
“What’s your name kid?” |
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Post by mc16neo on Dec 16, 2009 15:12:11 GMT -5
A twisted grin went to his lips. "I suggest you don't stall. And if your dragon does wake it would be in a state of panic, part of it's mind is missing once you die, It may try to go after me but it will not catch me. Then it will between. I have nothing to fear from any projectile, fire must be chewed." Veran chuckled. "And my name isn't needed for someone not going to remember it." his eyes stayed on her and he began to move around, the knives not leaving the marks he needed. The knife on her stomach began to work on fabric and skin. He wanted to smell her blood. Slowly he made the knife dig into her.
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Post by Akki on Dec 16, 2009 22:04:41 GMT -5
Oops. Stalling technique was a failure.
“Him. Not it.” Akki corrected automatically. Ebbeth wasn’t some genderless object. He was a dragon, her dragon and she’d really prefer it if this man could at least get the gender straight. I mean really, the knots were right on her shoulder!
“I’m disappointed in your knowledge.” She snorted, staring at him – ignoring the blade at her stomach. She hated sharp objects. “Ebbeth isn’t dumb, kid. Will he be confused? Yes. But he’ll also be really, really pissed. I had a guy hit me one time, Ebbeth tried to rip him to shreds. He’ll catch you, he wouldn’t go Between unless you’re going with him. I know him, he’s a feisty little feller when he needs to be.” She moved her head forward slightly, the knife there kissing her skin. “Teeth and claws hurt more than fire.” Her grin was crooked.
When she felt the knife at her stomach no longer kiss her skin but bite into it, she was ticked. What the shards did he think he was doing. This was her favorite shirt and not only was he cutting it, he was getting blood on it. Oh no, no, no. That was not okay with her.
Automatically her hand moved and grasped the blade, leaving deep cuts into her palm, to prevent it from going any further.
“You owe me a shirt.” |
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Post by mc16neo on Dec 17, 2009 4:12:55 GMT -5
Veran chuckled. "I care not for dragons. They shall all be whipped out soon enough." He saw her grab the knife and he saw the blood spill. Something in him began to snap. His bloodlust grew. He moved in front of her. He wanted to enjoy her body as it began to be covered in blood. "I have enough knowledge. The tendons of the dragon is still as vulnerable as any other creature. His wings are vulnerable from many angles." His face leaned closer to hers, a smile spread across his face. "Well now sweetheart, your blood looks most appealing." he began to pull the knife from her hand. "And I owe you nothing." Veran kissed her then.
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Post by Akki on Dec 17, 2009 17:44:51 GMT -5
“Tell me Sugar,” If she could be called sweetheart, then she could use pet names right back, “How you plan on taking down all the dragons on Pern?” She cocked her eyebrow. Sure she was in a rather dangerous situation but hey, she was never good at keeping her thoughts to herself. “You attacked a girl while she was, more or less, napping. That doesn’t exactly scream almighty dragon slayer.”
She let her mind wander for a second, probing at Ebbeth. There was a thin wall between their mental connections, a haze of sleep no doubt. It was thin thankfully and if she pressed enough it would break. The blue would know what was going on within seconds. But Veran was right, the blue’s wings were vulnerable. Akki didn’t want to take the chance of getting Ebbeth hurt – it would kill her if he became flightless. A flightless dragon was a tortured dragon.
She visibly winced when the knife was slid out of her hand, the cut growing even deeper. She didn’t dare look at it, too afraid to see the ceramic white of her bones. Her hand throbbed, oh Faranth, did it ever throb. She felt his kiss on her lips for a second and pulled back,
“A lad normally gives his name before planting kisses.”
She needed to get out of here, before Ebbeth woke up. Then it wouldn’t just be her blood on her hands. |
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Post by mc16neo on Dec 18, 2009 2:42:10 GMT -5
Veran grinned. "I see what you are doing. You wish to see if you can rouse your dragon before I do anything worse to you. Or to your dragon while he naps. I suggest you do nothing. I am not alone." He looked into her eyes and nipped on her jaw. "Now will you behave? I would rather not mess your body any further. Unless of course it is to have my way with you."
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Post by Akki on Dec 18, 2009 11:46:00 GMT -5
There was no point in asking how he knew what she was doing.
She had developed an annoying habit whenever she would probe into Ebbeth’s mind, her eyes would slide out of focus and the dreamy look stuck on her face gave it away. It was clearly a habit that she was going to have to break. “I’m suggesting I do nothing also. Like I said, I’d prefer to keep him out of this.” Akki agreed. Were people supposed to agree with attackers? Oh Faranth. She really wasn’t very good at this.
She wanted to lift her head a bit to look around but the knife at her throat prevented that. “You seem pretty alone to me, bud.” She grinned lopsidedly. Okay, a one on one thing she could handle if this escalated. She might even be able to do some damage in a two on one but anything more than that and she would just be in trouble.
She wanted to recoil from the whole jaw nipping bit but her head was trapped. So instead she laughed. She opened her cut hand and put it beside her face, blood still dripping out of it like some kind of grisly rain shower. Akki could smell the metallic of the blood and felt her stomach do a flip-flop. “Oh aren’t you just a gentleman. Not wanting to hurt my body any further.” She laughed, her voice dripping with sarcasm. The laughing stopped.
“How about you be a real gentleman and let me up?” She said with a slight frown. |
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Post by mc16neo on Dec 18, 2009 12:54:36 GMT -5
Veran looked at her, "Do you take me for a fool? I let you up and you begin to think you can have me. Maybe even get away. But I will not let you have your w-" his stopped talking and sniffed at the air. "Shard it all he found me. No not when I am having my fun." his eyes looked a bit panicked. He looked at the rider and wondered what he should do. He couldn't let her be here when he arrived. Veran moved the knife from her stomach and his looking around caused the knife at her throat to slip lower, to her chest. He looked back at her and smiled. "You wanted my name? And what will you do with that information. Report me?"
ooc: would you agree letting my guy cut a Letter into her arm as a reminder, and so he can find her again? lol.
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Post by Akki on Dec 18, 2009 19:32:53 GMT -5
“Uh.” She blinked, “Actually I just can no longer feel my bum?”. Sadly that was the real reason. She had such a way with words; so ladylike. Akki wasn’t good in situations such as this one, it was as if her mind failed to comprehend that she really was in a certain amount of danger. She should be finding a way out of this and not worrying about a numb bum.
Well, well. This was certainly interesting information – the kid apparently was afraid of someone who was coming along. Of course maybe this wasn’t all that reassuring since this could put her into a worse situation but it was nice to know that Veran wasn’t as invincible as he wanted to think he was.
She watched as the knife slid lower and fought the need to grab it again to prevent it from doing anything. Her hand hurt enough; she didn’t want to make it worse. Akki would stay away from sharp objects for a while after this. “Write you love letters? Sing love ballads, perhaps?” She snorted with amusement. She didn’t know what she would do with his name.
“It’d be nice to know for future references. I’m an eye for an eye kinda gal.” She grinned crookedly. A lie, more or less. If people found out about this then they would go after him and if he really wasn’t alone then who knew what could happen. She was willing to get a little cut up if it prevented anything bigger from happening. If she really wanted an eye for an eye then it would just be between him and her. Seemed fair enough, right?
Ooc|| Ahaha, like Zorro but Pernversion~ And on the bad guy team. Butyeah, go for it~ I don’t mind at all |
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Post by mc16neo on Dec 19, 2009 10:29:02 GMT -5
Veran looked at her, A twisted smile coming across his face once more. "Veran." he said. "And so you dont forget." He grabed her arm and cut a V into her shoulder. It wasn't deep but would scar all the same. "Now I must go before my boss finds me with you. I do not wish my fun to end so soon but it is better then losing my prey in the long run." Veran chuckled and got off her. He put away his knives and smiled. It was a shame to leave such a beautiful woman. But He would want to play or just kill her if He knew her to be a rider. Veran walked passed her and dissappeared into the brush.
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Post by Akki on Dec 19, 2009 14:18:29 GMT -5
She watched as the man carved his initial into her shoulder before slipping away, disappearing within a matter of seconds. She sat up, a hand resting on the cut on her stomach as she used her other hands fingers to trace the ‘V’. She frowned, pushed herself upwards and stared at the brush he had retreated too.
“Oh I won’t forget. I’ll carve an A into your forehead next time.” She sniffed, slowly making her way back to the Weyr.
She knew that she should report him; it was common sense. But he had caught her attention. Who was this kid? Just going around like that, swinging knives around all willy-nilly. If someone was going to go after him, Akki wanted it to be her. She looked down at herself and sighed. “Really though, how am I going to explain this one?”
Her shirt was practically rags now, dark stains of blood still slowly spreading. There was a thin line of red at her throat and her hand would probably need stitches. Both of those were her fault though. She had pressed her neck into the knife and she was the one who was stupid enough to grab the blade with her hand. Of course then there was the ‘V’, not deep but it would be noticeable. Not many people had a letter on their skin. It was only a few minutes to the Weyr now so she had better think of excuses for her appearance and quickly.
She cast a look behind her before shrugging. “Whatta jerk.” |
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Post by mc16neo on Dec 19, 2009 15:44:44 GMT -5
Veran was more then happy with himself. He had marked a dragonrider as his target. He will be proud of him once the marking came full circle. But for some reason he couldn't get the girl out of his head. He liked her look and attitude. SHe was beautiful and now she was his. The V on her proved it. "I will make you mine." he said to himself.
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