In the sunny cheefulness of mid-afternoon, many people were gathering together and planning picnics outside. It wasn't often the people of the Warren got a rest. Less often that the weather was decidedly nicer then its normal, muggy atmosphere. Cold cuts and citrus fruits were arranged on tables outside the main hall, provided by the cook's sudden inspiration to make the entire meal into an enjoyable, refreshing snack time. Very few stayed inside. Yet as the food seekers settled down for a nice, quiet lunch, a storm was brewing elsewhere.
Rugan roared furiously, thanfully too far from the main bulk of riders to be over heard. She stood straight and tense, facing off with her opponent and ready to act at any moment. Her hand twitched eagerly towards her sword but she didn't reach for it, not yet.
The creature she faced growled low in its long, thick throat, lowing a snarling muzzle to her level. Faceted eyes whirled a bright, lava red, darkening the brown hide around the creature's eyes. He flared long, sharp pointed wings and snorted in the woman's face. We're going 'cause I said so.
"I'll be damned!" The dark, mix blooded woman bellowed in her booming voice. "If I'll be seen at another one of those bloody flights!"
One flight. Porth argued fiercely. Behind him, Yarpath watched the engagement with a note of humour. You've been in one flight and you didn't even get together with anyone! I want to chase again and you can lock yourself up and throw away the key for all I care. I'm going to chase!
The tall metal smith growled angrily, matching her bond's red gaze with her black, depthless eyes. No one knew why Porth had chosen Rugan. No one could even understand why they hadn't torn each other apart yet. They certainly argued enough.
"I. Ain't. Goin'." She illiterated clearly, a warning of imminent pain in her voice if Porth didn't agree.
Yes. You. Are. The brown dragon returned while a slight smirk crept over his muzzle.
"That's it!" Rugan roared. Her hands clasped her sword quickly and she lunged forward, ready to do battle. Porth returned the roar in his own, draconic bellow as he knocked the weapon from her grasp and prepared to overpower her physically.
Gods help us. Yarpath whispered to no one in particular, covering his eyes with his claw as, once again, his two companions fought it out. It wasn't the first time the Healing Den copper had seen one of Rugan and Porth's fights. It most certainly would not be the last. Yet as time passed and he grew accustomed to his new home, he learned to accept the unique 'friendship' the two combatants had with each other. Somewhere in the mix, he still felt a certain love for the woman who had adopted him after his abandonment. He even felt a kinship with the egotistical, rock headed brown whom she had originally bonded.
Rough day, Yarpath? The voice was deep and resonating, rich in metallic tones. Yarpath looked up to see the muscular, sturdy form of a Talor Cliff bronze walking towards them.
You could say that, Asmodoth. He motioned with a flick of his tail towards his dead locked bonds. Rugan had Porth in a head lock and Porth had his tail wrapped firmly around her waist.
What's the battle plan this time? Asmodoth fixed a curious gaze on the odd duel, finding a place to lay down by the large, copper dragon.
Porth wants to join another flight. Yarpath explained. While I'd love to chase as well, I don't think it's worth all this trouble.
A flight, hmm? Doesn't sound like a bad idea. The large bronze directed a meaningful gaze at the woman who leaned easily against his shoulder. Shiva looked up and raised a slender, blue brow.
"You know the reason we haven't joined any flights and it still hasn't changed." The icy blue woman nodded slightly towards Rugan. "I can understand where she's coming from."
We could just declare that we're going to chase. Yarpath offered tentatively. He was always one for polite interactions and never went as far as Porth to get what he wanted.
That's an idea! Asmodoth agreed excitedly.
"If you can find me a cross-gender flight," Shiva interrupted quickly. "I'd be glad to go along." She smirked slightly, wondering what kind of reaction her icy personality would recieve.
With all the cross-gender bondings these days, that shouldn't be a problem. The large, Talor bronze pushed himself to his feet, fanning his wings in eager anticipation of flight. Yarpath stood as well, preferring to walk on two feet instead of four. He turned a blue gaze on his still fighting bonds and grinned draconically.
Well then, the normally withdrawn copper announced his voice to Rugan and Porth, I offically declare myself ready to chase, whether you come or not.
Yes! Porth exclaimed, dropping a stunned Rugan to the ground. Yarpath was always the polite one; now she was out numbered.
"Traitor." The 1/4 Liron woman growled, stomping off to retrieve her sword.
Good luck in flight hunting! Asmodoth called out. Shiva was already seated on his shoulders and ready to leave word with Mystic that they were taking off for a flight.
And you. Yarpath chuckled, bowing his head in acknowledgement to the pair. They turned and wandered off, leaving Yarpath to determine where he wanted to go and how, exactly, to get Rugan there. Porth wasn't being much help.
Riders
Rugan and Porth/Yarpath
Shiva and Asmodoth
Places
Porth and Yarpath are flying at: Talis Weyr
Asmodoth is flying at: Ryslen Weyr