Post by Azhdarchid on Oct 23, 2012 13:34:20 GMT -5
The blue dragon touched his nostrils to the side of the Barracks and sneezed, muting the noise and stymieing the migration of pernicious rock dust. It sounded like a false start of a horn. When he pulled his snout back, two dark prints remained. His lips drew as he tried to breathe through the crack of his jaws, but the mouth-breaths came with guttural rumbles that gave away as much as an errant snort. He shelved his toothy gasps and stood up, coiling his powder-blue neck over the sunken entrance of the Barracks, resting his chin against the roof. He would just have to accept the complaints of the rock dust, first corralled to the western flank of the building by a steady evening wind, then puffed out by the stomps of dragon feet. Some L'xon-y part of him thought that some Weyrling had shirked their duty of brushing the stuff up before bed.
L'xon- the real one -was currently sleeping off a very convenient night Flight. Halventh hadn't really been trying, but the pink had taken a shine to him anyway. It worked out, because it was good to exhaust L'xon to non-existence before attempting things that the young man might not approve of.
Halventh blinked as a trail of saliva oozed down the metal roof plates. Oops. He couldn't help it: the current exercise held a shade too much similarity to hunting and awoke some primeval desire for mastication. L'xon called the place these instincts came from his "lizard brain." Or maybe L'xon was just calling him a lizard brain. He might not always understand his lifemate's expressions on the first twenty pronunciations, but he saw now that his saliva was the most handsome in Dalibor. Coagulating on a single plate under the restraining influence of his wing-claw, it reflected him, Halventh. A miniature Halventh, but still perfect like the big one. His eyes glowed green at the revelation, and mini-Halventh's did too.
The lurking narcissist only caught his quarry because sometimes it was prudent to cast about his environment for other observers. He would have been able to point out mini-Halventh to them. Instead his eyes widened, casting a new shadow down in front of the small greenish dragonet that had just come pacing out of the Barracks. Wenth-like lanterns intensified as he only belatedly recalled the extent of his plot, and unfurled his paw to chuck out a flat gray disc at the hatchling. Except, had he been paying attention, his eyes would not have been so large and greedy and light, and the disc would have produced a bit of misdirection to draw the hatchling over to the western wall.
As it was, Lexy still knew her role, and flopped dramatically upside-down on the rock with her first couple pairs of legs twitching spastically, like she had been stepped on. Her segmented muzzle parted in a dry, fart-like wheeze of distress. Except she wasn't in front of the hatchling, she was very much behind, and Halventh was already lunging over her to simply snatch Vespasiath right off the Barracks main entrance. He succeeded, and loped off three-legged, at least till he stuffed the dragonet in his mouth for safekeeping. He approached a nearby ground weyr with a delighted announcement: Ambriiiith! It's been one sevenday, come look!
Lexy's legs relaxed, and she bent her head to look down her own upturned belly at the retreating blue. Her antennae flopped about, but the rock was completely smooth, with no ready niches to help her turn over. The cloud of dust kicked up by Halventh's departure rolled over her, and she took a few breaths of it uncertainly, then sneezed it back out onto herself. She rubbed her eyes with her first pair of legs, then laid back, quite still in her defeat.
...rrm...
L'xon- the real one -was currently sleeping off a very convenient night Flight. Halventh hadn't really been trying, but the pink had taken a shine to him anyway. It worked out, because it was good to exhaust L'xon to non-existence before attempting things that the young man might not approve of.
Halventh blinked as a trail of saliva oozed down the metal roof plates. Oops. He couldn't help it: the current exercise held a shade too much similarity to hunting and awoke some primeval desire for mastication. L'xon called the place these instincts came from his "lizard brain." Or maybe L'xon was just calling him a lizard brain. He might not always understand his lifemate's expressions on the first twenty pronunciations, but he saw now that his saliva was the most handsome in Dalibor. Coagulating on a single plate under the restraining influence of his wing-claw, it reflected him, Halventh. A miniature Halventh, but still perfect like the big one. His eyes glowed green at the revelation, and mini-Halventh's did too.
The lurking narcissist only caught his quarry because sometimes it was prudent to cast about his environment for other observers. He would have been able to point out mini-Halventh to them. Instead his eyes widened, casting a new shadow down in front of the small greenish dragonet that had just come pacing out of the Barracks. Wenth-like lanterns intensified as he only belatedly recalled the extent of his plot, and unfurled his paw to chuck out a flat gray disc at the hatchling. Except, had he been paying attention, his eyes would not have been so large and greedy and light, and the disc would have produced a bit of misdirection to draw the hatchling over to the western wall.
As it was, Lexy still knew her role, and flopped dramatically upside-down on the rock with her first couple pairs of legs twitching spastically, like she had been stepped on. Her segmented muzzle parted in a dry, fart-like wheeze of distress. Except she wasn't in front of the hatchling, she was very much behind, and Halventh was already lunging over her to simply snatch Vespasiath right off the Barracks main entrance. He succeeded, and loped off three-legged, at least till he stuffed the dragonet in his mouth for safekeeping. He approached a nearby ground weyr with a delighted announcement: Ambriiiith! It's been one sevenday, come look!
Lexy's legs relaxed, and she bent her head to look down her own upturned belly at the retreating blue. Her antennae flopped about, but the rock was completely smooth, with no ready niches to help her turn over. The cloud of dust kicked up by Halventh's departure rolled over her, and she took a few breaths of it uncertainly, then sneezed it back out onto herself. She rubbed her eyes with her first pair of legs, then laid back, quite still in her defeat.
...rrm...
