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Posted on September 9, 2015 at 03:41:46 AM by J'tan
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He couldn't catch up. The fenced area was too big, the runnerbeasts were too frantic with dragon fear, and he swore the corners had been replaced by curves they just slid right off of. Maybe he if was taller... faster, stronger... but then Perith wouldn't have chosen him, and his life would have been meaningless. Now Perith was gone and he still couldn't catch them so he tried to run faster, but he couldn't even get close enough to give himself hope by brushing their tails. He was beginning to falter, but surely just a little bit more and he would get one.
One of them broke off suddenly. He veered toward it, hoping it was as tired as he was. He reached out to try for a grab on it's mane and then there was another horse between him and it. Instead of his empty air his finger tips all but brushed against the side of a horse that was even smaller than the ones he was trying to chase. He threw himself upright as he noticed the horse had a rider and by some miracle was able to catch himself from falling or running headfirst into the beast that had been ridden in front of him. It was.. it had been purposefully run in front of him! That was an outrage, but one that he could use to his advantage. He pulled himself to his full height and pointed at the rider in front of him as arrogant as any newly graduated weyrling might. “Holder! I am no pirate,” the unfamiliar word was spat out. Whatever it was, he was certain he wasn't one. “I am a dragonrider, as you'd be well aware of if your training was sufficient! As well as your duty to Weyr, which will be rectified as soon as I return, let me assure you. Your duty requires the gift of a suitable beast and equipment. Not one of the spindly ones – a good beast, capable of long travel.” This last is said with a sneer for the beast the holder was riding. It was, if it was possible, even more spindle-legged than the rest. Then, looking back at the rider, he nearly choked. The rider was green. Not just wearng green, as he'd assumed, but the skin appeared to be colored green somehow. That was impossible. Yellow, he'd seen, but a dusty yellow, not a bright yellow. Gray, yes, when they were sick. He'd heard of people turning blue, if they didn't know how to swim, but nothing he had ever heard of turned a normal human green. This... this abomination looked about his age, but the similarities ended there. He needed to get away before he got whatever disease this... this person had. He couldn't risk bringing anything back to the Weyr. The specter of plague still hung around Pern. The idea of this person killing dragons, dragons, made him for the first time glad that Perith was missing. “Be quick about it! I want to be back at the Weyr as soon as I may.” Staring up really wasn't the best way to compel someone. It only got worse when you did so with your gaze barely met the knee of the rider without craning your neck to an extreme. Despite that, J'tan was certain, certain, this holder would give him his due. J'tan Wheel and turn Or bleed and burn. |
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- the grass is always greener - By Calvin November 4, 2015 at 06:38:08 AM
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