Logs:That Damned Woman
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| RL Date: 1 September, 2015 |
| Who: Kh'tyr, Mograith |
| Involves: Fort Weyr, High Reaches Weyr |
| Type: Vignette |
| What: Mograith has a whim to visit High Reaches. What? Oh, Niahvth's rising now? MOGRAITH TOTALLY HAD NO IDEA, U GUYZ, LOLZ. |
| Where: High Reaches Weyr |
| When: Day 15, Month 9, Turn 38 (Interval 10) |
| Mentions: H'kon/Mentions, Irianke/Mentions, Laastianke/Mentions, Nimae/Mentions, Taikrin/Mentions |
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| It was the woman who troubled him more than the gold. That damned woman. What Mograith had been thinking when he wanted to come to High Reaches because of an uncharacteristic kittenish whimsy for a crisper taste of autumn, Kh'tyr couldn't fathom. Until they arrived. Until the lust hit him like a six ton bronze. What he still didn't know after that was how Mograith had known and why he'd wanted to come at all. They'd known Irianke and Niahvth were at High Reaches, had known they might be in position to claim the Seniorship unlikely though his sources had considered it. He'd wondered what Irianke would do if she didn't? Would she try to return home? Would she want to? Would Nimae take her? If she stayed, would she try to bring what might pass for home to her? Her son? He'd wondered. He had not wondered what she would look like when Niahvth decided to lead her suitors in merry chase. That vision of her was burnt in his mind from the first time. Sure, she was older this time. So was he. Was it possible she'd become more beautiful with the turns? They said only men aged well. Didn't matter. He wasn't interested. (He said.) For all Mograith's willingness to cast off the chains of love that bind him in favor of flying with dangerous and wild abandon, Kh'tyr would rather be somewhere else. And yet. He wondered, in that inopportune time when he should've been focused on bringing Mograith back into control, that short time between take off and catch, if Mograith caught her this time, would it be different than the last? If the same events unfolded? Would he handle it better? Handle her better? Himself? He didn't think about the weyrleadership. Even if Mograith caught, he'd never get to keep it. Would catching be worth the hassle of making the point? Hadn't others tried to make that point here already? He should meet them, he decided as he mused, those brownriders who'd tried (not tried hard enough?) to change the world for his kind. In that moment of wandering thought, it was over. Mograith's enraged roar as his quarry escaped him - neither possession nor ichor given to sate his lust that was for both in this moment - came with the spatter of hissing, sizzling heat that sprayed tattoos of invisible scars into Kh'tyr's mind, the stabbing pain of it bringing him back to clench teeth and by sheer force of will mired with something like love force the binding anew, force that beast that was his destiny back into something civil, something simple, something that purred. Purring was a nice thought even if Mograith was more likely to bite at him until he'd had a nap to clear his head of the haze Niahvth's flight brought. In the meantime, Kh'tyr could use a drink and then they could go home. Home? The place they lived now at any rate, the place with its perfectly slanted floor that made the man feel more reflected and understood by the world around him than anywhere else he'd been before. Home. Probably. |
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