Logs:Time to Move On
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| RL Date: 1 September, 2015 |
| Who: H'vier, Reisoth |
| Involves: High Reaches Weyr |
| Type: Vignette |
| What: Reisoth kidnaps his rider for his own good. |
| Where: A beach on the Southern Continent |
| When: M9 D14-15 T38 |
| Mentions: Irianke/Mentions, K'del/Mentions, Lilah/Mentions, Tayte/Mentions |
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| On his ledge, Reisoth watched. He was distracted and restless, focused on Niahvth like every other bronze and brown in the Weyr. It was a chore to be so common, to feel the pull of such base instincts so strongly, to want scorching blood in his throat and to catch his shining prey out of the sky. To feel like H'vier. He'd caught her once before. He remembered it. Reisoth wanted to claim his mate again. More importantly, he wanted to be Weyrleader. His fore talons scraped against stone as his mind touched his rider's. H'vier was passed out, drunk, on his sofa. That wasn't what concerned the bronze, though. The man felt different since Eliyaveith and her rider disappeared. It was uncharacteristic for H'vier to be depressed. He'd been upset when Tayte left the Weyr and took his offspring with her, certainly, but Reisoth couldn't remember him ever being this despondent. He made plans while H'vier slept. When the man woke, he was met with an insistent, « I want to fly. » The flash of beaches and heat made it clear he didn't mean to leave the bronzerider here to feel sorry for himself. They appeared over crystal clear water and soft, white beaches. Reisoth deposited H'vier on the sand, allowing his straps to be removed and for his rider to make himself comfortable with the supplies he brought for a day in the sun before he took to the skies again. He needed to exhaust his restless desires. It was nearly dark before H'vier finished his second skin of wine and the remaining half of a bottle of whiskey. Reisoth returned, but only long enough to drop a bundle of supplies and make sure H'vier knew what was happening. « There's everything you could need to survive the next few days here. Perhaps longer, if that proves to be necessary. I would suggest you pitch the tent so you don't freeze, but that's your business. It's time to move on, H'vier. » He was too drunk to put up much of a fight. Reisoth could tell that his rider was struggling to understand the implications, but he knew it would come to him in the morning. There was no more booze in his supplies, after all, and the bronze had no intention of rectifying that. When Reisoth left, he didn't really leave. He swept the area for felines, then settled on another beach nearby to ignore H'vier's drunken protests and sleep when the man finally gave up. -- Reisoth could feel the thrum of H'vier's hangover the next morning, but he was being ignored as much as he'd been ignoring the previous day. « There's water. Drink it. It won't do either of us any good if you let yourself die from dehydration. » It took awhile, but H'vier drank. Water. It wasn't what he wanted, but his head hurt too much to argue with the bronze. « She rises, » came later that day. Reisoth was tense with restrained desire, but he didn't leave H'vier alone on the beach to chase Niahvth. « Cadejoth, » he offered, agitated but unsurprised, when it was over. "You should have been there." H'vier sounded more weary than angry, even if the latter flickered there under the surface. « I should be here. Obviously. » H'vier didn't argue. |
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Squishy (16:31, 2 September 2015 (PDT)) said...
Reisoth Good job!
Everett (18:44, 2 September 2015 (PDT)) said...
That, right there, is a good friend.
Alida (23:40, 3 September 2015 (PDT)) said...
Reisoth's not only the brains of the operation... he's the true will, I think.
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