I Think I Heard Bleating {Jack, Kia}

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Does the pain weigh out the pride?
And you look for a place to hide?
Did someone break your heart inside?
You're in ruins.

A green dragon backwinged as she appeared from betweened just above the lip of the bowl. It was a bit low for a normal entrance, given the high number of possible flying creatures she could collide with in the area and the danger of the rocks of the craggy island. She didn't particularly seem to mind, gliding silently but cheerfully towards the ground with her lime colored hide gleaming in the early spring sunlight. She was a slightly built little creature, agile on her wings and dainty as could be, but she was hard to miss with that hide. When she arrive though, she seemed to be trying to do just that, be missed by anyone who might be about. Her descent was silent, without any wingbeats and only the slightest of movements to control herself, and it was quick as she angled herself as straight down as she could well still gliding.

When she landed lightly just outside the kitchens and the dining hall in the lower caverns, her rider, a handsome man of twenty-three or so with dark hair and a dark beard and an energetic smile, gave her pat on the shoulder and hopped off her back. He ambled right along into the hall, which was packed with riders and regular workers for lunch. No one noticed, or at least not many or too much, a rider with green knots walking in. Just inside the arched, large entrance to the huge cavern, he stopped anyway and began to survey the crowded tables in front him. He was looking for someone. His eyes, a crystalline blue, would pause in their wandering when they came across someone with fairer hair, either a dirty blond or a very light brown. It took him awhile to find who he was looking for. His smile widened when he saw the figure.

The figure the greenrider had set his eyes on was sitting alone at the end of one table in the middle of room with his shoulders scrunched up and his back slouched. As of late, P'nay had been a bit peckish and absent from life, except for when it came to flirting with any of the pretty boys and girls that he didn't know and having rampant intimate affairs with a wide variety of them. He seemed to muster up some feeling, other than depression and loathing, when it came to that. With a fork in hand, he picked at the food in front of him, stirring it into a mush that wouldn't have been very appetizing even if he had been hungry. People were mad at him. He didn't have anything that he felt motivated to do, except getting people into bed every few days or so. Life was not looking up for him, and knowing that wasn't exactly making him feel better.

What roused the glum yellowrider was someone tapping him on his shoulder. The pleased new greenrider smiled down at the slumped figure of his longtime, old friend, who stared up at him with widening eyes. His grin widened just a little as P'nay stumbled to his feet, still staring. "L'or . . . L'or . . .?" Feeling it unnecessary for him to allow the other other man to spit out his name, he instead decided to sweep his lovely favorite feckless lover in a deep kiss. He wrapped his arms around the boy's waist so he could lean into the action, which he couldn't help but grin with when it was returned passionately. Maybe the grinning well he was more preoccupied was snogging was also because several people were making cat calls and whistling at them, along with clapping a bit and commenting snidely. Those commentators were just jealous.

Finally, they broke apart, only to stare at each other for a few moments. L'oren was grinning happily, and P'nay was just staring in dumbfounded surprise. He did eventually seem to wrap his head around the situation. That was when he tried to punch the greenrider in the face. With expert reflexes, the fist was kept from colliding with his ever important face. "You always start with a right hook;" he teased him. That was when he got his feet swept out from under him by the yellowrider. He did manage to drag the other down on top of him, where he grinned up at him and tried to give him another kiss. Frowning now, P'nay gave his ex-boyfriend a shove and stood up again. With pursed lips, he was silent for a few moments longer, letting the brunette on the ground get to his feet at his own relaxed, unworried, not bothered pace.

"You sharding bastard son of a wherry;" he shrieked, not carrying that a large quantity of people where now staring at them and that he was making a scene. Causing a disturbance and happening to get attention was the least of the problems on his mind. "I wake up one morning to find that there's no one there when there should be you! So I go and bothered the headwoman's daughter to find out where you are! Turns out, you transferred to a different Weyr and that you weren't coming back! I then slept with the bearer of that news just because, suddenly, I figured I wasn't in the one exclusive relationship of my life! And now you come flitting in here like there isn't going to be a sharding problem!" Breathing harshly, he stared at L'oren, who only stared back now as if he completely hadn't expected anything like this to happen.

Outside, a yellow dragon had been woken from her nap on the Weyr's rim by her rider's broiling emotions. She raised her head quickly as she tracked onto certain thoughts from him and a scent in the air. In moments, she locked onto the green dragon just outside the dining hall. With a bugle, she launched herself into the air and streaked to the sitting form. She tumbled into the smaller dragon, and they bumbled about, shrieking well they played. Both of them seemed to be much younger than they were again.
Usteth!
Annith!
Mine is upset with Yours!
Yes, he is! Why is he?
After a moment of quiet, Annith proceeded to start explaining things to her friend well her rider ranted.

When the story was explained and the ranting was over, Usteth had her own moment of quiet. Then she bounced over to the fair too small entrance of the dining hall where all the riders lay. She sniffed at those inside for a moment, not all that obtrusive, simply another curious little dragon. She apparently found who she had been looking for like her rider had found who he was looking for just a little while earlier. Hello Gyth's rider. I am Usteth, and that is Mine, over there, talking to P'nay. Blame Mine, because he is very good for that, not Annith's. Nice to meet you; she told her new pinkrider friend, speaking as if she were sending him a note and then breaking the contact completely. Then she tackled Annith again, despite the yellow being much larger than her, and they were back to tumbling across the bowl and getting the way.

When it's time to live and let die,
And you can't get another try,
Something inside this heart has died,
You're in ruins.

[jack]

If P'nay had been unusually moody as of late, R'ish had been even more so. Although he was just as cheerful as always--if not moreso--there was an odd distantness consistently in his gaze that no one could entirely figure out. He spent most of his time with Gyth, rambling absently to himself without a care in the world if anyone overheard. The other bit of his life was usually with F'let, following the weyrling around a bit like a lost puppy whenever he wasn't stalking good looking riders for a good romp...before suddenly becoming disinterested mid-way and leaving his would-be lover unfulfilled and needy.

The cream-headed boy hadn't spoken three words to anyone aside from Gyth and F'let, although his conversations with the blackette rarely had more than four or five words per sentence and a grand total average of 3 sentences a day. It was...distinctly odd for the bubbly and space-invader of a youth.

And yet here he was, in the crowded dining hall, for the first time since his little spat with P'nay. Everyone who knew the pair knew what the problem was...but most didn't care. They had their own lives to get to...and some of them figured it would just be a better chance for them to sleep with the infamous blond playboy...which only served to piss R'ish off even more...and secretly begin to scheme to kill off P'nay's fans one by one.

But only because he was tired of their out-loud daydreaming! Honest!!

Nevertheless...here he was...sitting with a tray of what they called food...staring at it with complete disinterest. Gyth had made him come--literally shoved him out of the weyr!--but he wondered now if she had realized that he'd eaten earlier in the day. He only ever came here to pester P'nay...but he obviously couldn't do that now, now could he?

A mopey sigh slid past his lips and he stuck out the bottom one in an annoyed pout, pitifully glaring at his food as though trying to demand it to just...leave him alone and let him stare at the table instead. But life just decided not to go his way--seemed to like that these days, didn't it?--and threw in a food-distraction that...did not involve anything he really wanted to hear about right now.

At all the cat-calls and hoots he looked up, listlessly glaring through his powder-blue bangs--that would be the 61st plant off the list--at the source of all the racket. His eye developed a rather impromptu and dangerous--the three guys next to him disappeared at the sight--twitch to his left eye. Of course.

Here he was, suffering from sex withdrawal--he couldn't play around when he was angry!--due to that depressed blond menace, and the blond menace was cheerfully swapping spit with a...greenrider? A random green rider he'd never seen before, that's what!

"So that's how you are, huh?" He grumbled to himself, forcefully putting his head in one hand as he turned away from the scene, fuming alone at his table, "Play with me, try to kill yourself, expect me not to care, practically force me to leave, and you go fool around with a shardin' new rider you haven't even known for half a second. Nice. Very ni--"

The sound of a scuffle interrupted his thoughts and he grumbled outloud, wheeling around to stare at the fight with a scoff. He pouted despite his 'manly' angriness, and tried to ignore the comforting hand randomly patting his back. Stupid...he glanced at the man...stupid bluerider. He didn't need comforting! He needed a long wooden object to knock some thought into P'nay's head.
Some thought about the pinkrider!
...some thought about the pinkrider in bed...
......some thought about the pinkrider in bed with P'nay.
..........some thought about the pinkrider in bed with a naked P'nay.

He didn't realize he'd gotten a dreamy look on his face until the bluerider's hands went under his shirt. Squeaking in surprise he squirmed away, giving a smooth little smirk and a wink before rambling some random excuse and slinking off.

He began to make his way to the exit of the building, tuning out the yelling between P'nay and L'oren. He didn't want to hear the blond's voice if he didn't have to, and the fact he'd inadvertably just learned that the greenrider was P'nay's shardin' steady ex-boyfriend was just making him feel all the more sour. But before he could make a fool-proof escape, he found himself stopped by a loud, lime-green voice.

Blinking in confusion he listened as the green, apparently this guy being yelled at's dragon, told him to not blame P'nay but to blame Hers. While this was all fine and well, he honestly didn't get it. Why would he blame a new rider he'd never even met for P'nay being a non-caring ass to him and F'let? Unless he used mind-control...which was just ridiculous.

Nevertheless...the blasted green had made him curious...and a long sigh ripped from his lungs. Rubbing his temples he turned on his heels--literally--and stomped towards the squabbling duo. Half-way there his angry shuffling turning into a suave sashay, his look back to its normal smirk even as he stuffed his hands into his pockets and rudely broke in between the pair.

"Hi. Name's R'ish. Pink Gyth and all that stuff." He grabbed P'nay roughly, twisting one arm behind his back and putting his hand over his mouth, "Look. I won't lie. I have no shardin' idea who you are, and I really don't care either. So don't take this personally, but I'm afraid I might have to hate you."

He gave another long sigh, taking a moment to glare at P'nay, "Maybe you can fill holes in before this jerk bites my hand. He's an ass. Hole filled. But your dragon--or at least I assume the glowing green beauty is yours--told me to blame you." He released P'nay's mouth, but grabbed his chin, clearly meaning business, "Care to explain, P'nay? Or do I have to drag one of you out of here to avoid half the weyr loosing hearing?"

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So, I might've made a few mistakes,
But that was back when you would smile,
And we would go everywhere,
But we ain't been there for awhile.

For a while, there was a lot of staring that went on in the hall. L'oren stared at the yellowrider. P'nay stared at the greenrider. A lot of people in the dining stared at the both of them, either because they were hanging on to every word of this new bit of excitement, grumbling at them for disturbing their meal, or just really, really confused. Neither of them did anything to break the concentration of any of those who were watching them. P'nay was breathing harshly from his yelling, his face flushed with indignation though his strongly blue hazel eyes were sad instead. Why was this figment from his past back? He haunted his dreams and life enough. The pain of him leaving came back as sharp as the day it had happened, though it didn't feel quite as bad as it did every once in a while. It was times like those that he felt like just dying. L'oren wore a sad, puppy dog, hurt face, his crystalline blue eyes less sad than his expression and more confused. Why wasn't P'nay glad to see him? It had been more than a turn than he'd left, and, yes, he'd fail to mention that he'd been leaving back then, but still.

The yellowrider made spluttering noises as someone grabbed and twisted on his arms and then covered his mouth. Suddenly bristling slightly, L'oren took a step forward, ready to defend his lover from this brash attacker. However, he stopped as this R'ish started to explain his interrupting of their moment. He was torn between taking this pinkrider that he didn't know possibly hating personally, glowing at the praise to his dragon, or just hitting him for being mean to his pretty boyfriend. Alright, fine, ex-boyfriend, whatever.

P'nay stared at R'ish out of the corner of his eye. He didn't have the heart to be angry at the lovely man. He only had the lack of sex with the lovely man to be just slightly pleased to have him so close with his hand over his mouth now that he knew who he was. When his mouth was released and his chin was grabbed, he stared sadly and pitifully to the side at the glaring pretty boy standing right there. He opened his mouth awkwardly to respond to the depends, but was interrupted before he could manage to get the words out.

"Darling, what have you been doing?" There was concern and worry and alarm in the greenrider's voice then, his expression a tinge pained now, rather than melodramatically doleful. Outside, the two bouncy forms of Annith and Usteth had stopped in their playing and waited patiently outside the dining hall, parts of their brilliantly colored bodies visible. They both gave soulful croons at the question to the yellow's rider. The two of them seemed to know exactly what was going on, even though the humans didn't.

At the question, P'nay cringed slightly, back into R'ish, avoiding all eye contact. He slowly opened his mouth to say something, except that L'oren wasn't paying attention exactly. His eyes had unfocused for a moment, and, when they focused again, he wasn't waiting for a response to his question. "You replaced, me with, with a freaky, colored haired pinkrider!" He seemed indignant at this idea. That was probably why he tried to punch said freaky, colored haired pinkrider then, trying to avoid hitting P'nay.

Letting out a strangled shriek, the yellowrider lunged out of the grip of the man that held him, throwing himself forward. The fist collided with his own face, rather than the face of the one who it was supposed to hit. Dropping into a crouch after the impact, seemingly not bothered by the pain of his now split upper lip and the red, bruising area on the cheek, he stared up at L'oren, his back towards R'ish. The greenrider leaned forward, utterly apologetic and worried, but the fair haired man cringed away.

"Do you really think that this is some jealousy thing? That I fell head over heels madly in love with someone else that I met up with, after we were through, because you left? And that, somehow, the found out about my undying love for you and that led to the air permeating emotional drama that we have here? You know me better. You know I've had rampant sex with a quarter of the Weyr! You know it's a sharding miracle I formed any ties at all! So you have one guess to what I've really been doing;" he breathed.

L'oren tilted his head to the side for a moment, trying to puzzle out what the answer was to what he was supposed to be guessing. Then he glanced at R'ish, who he was still blaming for all that was happening, even, though, apparently, Usteth said that he was supposed to be blamed. Then, all of a sudden his eyes widen. "No, you haven't . . . You haven't been. Faranth, no, you haven't really done anything like that since we were candidates;" the horrified greenrider muttered, staring at the man he'd just accidentally punched. "No, no, no, no, no;" he said, over and over, refusing to believe it with his voice rising. Sighing wearily, P'nay straighten and started to push the other out of the cavern as he felt people staring at him. He looked behind him, back at R'ish, his eyes pleading, hoping that the pinkrider would come with them but not wanting to beg him to come along aloud. He wanted to explain! L'oren could explain! He could make it all make sense! His insides twisted, gnawing at him.

Mines are so silly, Annith.
Which is why they need us, Usteth. People who can't understand how a dragon picks their Mine are even sillier than Mines themselves. It's so simple.

'Cause I'm the one that loves you lately.
You and me, we got this great thing.
We're the only one's that around,
We're the only one's that around this Babylon.

[kia]

There was uneasiness for the BrownRider of the Weyr. He had woken up very solemn that day, for once not feeling sad that someone was not in the bed with him and keeping warm with him. No, Lio sensed something beyond this lust. A fear? A worry? A confusion? The man was just staring at the sky from the ledge that Miki used to launch himself into the air day in and day out. He never felt this serious in a long time. The last time he did was the day he left his old Weyr for a new one filled with adventures. Yes, adventures for this scoundrel who had already found desires in two of Dalibor`s Riders, even though one of them had not reach his hand out yet for him. It was not his fault for finding certain beings so amazing and so desirable that he prusued them like a dog to his master, like a male chasing after a female in heat.

Mikidith stood beside him, the Brown always so patient, loving, and caring for his Mine that preferred to be called Lio rather than his honorific name. And the two were of the same thought despite their differences of their species. But this quietness broke when Mikidith spotted a bright green color in the sky. It was too large to be a Fire Lizard, and Mikidith would have known if it was a Green in Flight if there had been a taunting bugle. No, this was one dragon that Mikidith did not know. He knew most of Dalibor`s dragon population with the constant flirting made by Mikidith and Lio`s part. They waited a bit as they watched the dragon land and the Rider, a male, enter the Dining Halls. A transfer or a visitor? They had been getting a lot of visitors lately, so Lio would not be surprised if that was the case this time.

Mine!

Then they heard the shouting coming from the Dining Hall. Lio was quick to move, leaving his weyr with amazing speed and agility that it surprised Mikidith how his Rider moved so fast. Mikidith almost wondered for a moment if Lio should have been a dragon rather than a human. But all the same, Mikidith loved Lio as much as Lio loved the Brown. Lio lightly bit the bottom of his lip, wondering what the sharding Faranth was going on here. He had heard shouts and fighting within the last several days, some coming from P`nay`s weyr. And Lio had often wondered more than once if he should visit the YellowRider. But pain from the Flight prevented it, and instead he had taken residence in a local PinkRider`s bed. Not that he was using the PinkRider to relieve his frustration from the lost, on the contrary he found R`ish different and longed for the man in another way. But all the same, there was that physical lust that Lio enjoyed.

He stopped at the entrance of Dining Hall. He had just barely missed the fight that had ensued. His eyes widened with a mixture of fear, worry, and anger. Who was this man that had entered and harmed P`nay and glaring so much at R`ish? And there was P`nay, hurt, standing there and shouting at the GreenRider. R`ish was trying to protect P`nay, hold him back from not only the GreenRider but from P`nay himself. Lio was beginning to shake with anger as he took a step forward, his usual calm and placid face turning into the side that people saw of him. He did not stand next to P`nay, he did not stand in the middle between P`nay and the GreenRider. Instead, where he stood, they formed a triangle. But Lio`s eyes were set on the GreenRider. He wanted to reach out and just grab the man by the neck. But he held his wish to himself, something he had learned as a BrownRider. “P`nay,” he said gently to the YellowRider, though his looks cried murder for the GreenRider, “Are you okay? You need anything? And are you all right, R`ish?” He felt protection and loyalty to R`ish and P`nay, even though he still felt slightly hurt by P`nay. But it was not P`nay`s fault that Annith had chosen her Purple winner. No, the pain was Mikidith, and only Mikidith would have to resolve this himself by talking to Annith. For now, only P`nay and R`ish could stop him from doing something he may or may not regret the next day.

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A clean brow arched as the pinkrider stared at L'oren, completely lost for words at the man's apparent lack of understanding of the situation. Now, R'ish hadn't been at the weyr for...well..a huge amount of time, but he had known the moment he set eyes on P'nay that the man was a total player...and that there wasn't a steady partner anywhere in sight. So how could this greenrider be so...shocked by knowing the blond wasn't just waiting for him like some mourning widower? R'ish hadn't even been surprised to find out that P'nay had slept with F'let...who was technically completely off-limits!

The thought taht this man was so oblivious to what R'ish had taken to be P'nay's nature--despite the fact that he fully believed P'nay had the capability of going single...but doubted it would ever happen--tweaked a note in his mind and his eyes narrowed, arms wrapping around the blond's chest possessively as the man leaned back against him. He was tempted to leave right then and there, dragging P'nay with him, and just forgive the man for anything he'd done--and promptly set to erasing L'oren from memory--but before he could even truly start thinking of escape, he tensed.

"Freaky?" He repeated, blinking wide eyes in clear disbelief, "I'm not frea--" The Pink-rider froze ad the blond twisted from his grip, taking a punch in the face that was clearly meant for him. R'ish's eyes narrowed coolly, a rare shade of contained fury on his face as he immediately moved forwards, taking a strong stance just to the side of P'nay with a fierce glare at L'oren, "You shardin' hit him." He growled, kneeling at P'nay's side and tilting his head, reaching out to carefully move the man's head as he inspected the injury with notable distaste before reluctantly moving away, feeling a heck of a lot better about P'nay's attitude with him before now that he'd met 'the boyfriend'.

The cream-haired boy straightened and turned his attention fully to L'oren once more, eyes narrowed and cold. His arms were trembling, hands curled into fists as a very rare urge for violence surged in his chest, as though to prove to the girly-boy that he was in fact a man, and men often solved their problems with their fists. But he didn't move to stoop to the greenrider's level, instead helping P'nay to his feet despite never moving his gaze from L'oren.

Even when Lio approached the Pinkrider didn't change his gaze, giving a subtle growl instead, "I'm fine." He snapped, wincing at the harshness in his tone before glancing at Lio, giving a shallow smile, "We're fine, Lio...for now." He turned his attention back to L'oren, "Can't guarantee that for later."

He dropped it at that, following after P'nay without hesitation. He wasn't about to leave the pair alone...this strange feeling of 'this is mine don't touch it' in his chest prohibiting him from leaving even if he wanted to.

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Yes, I'm grounded,
Got my wings clipped,
I'm surrounded by all this pavement,
Guess I'll circle.

P'nay was surprised by gentle inspections of his injury from R'ish, and the sudden appearance of Lio, who he hadn't seen Mikidith had failed to win Annith's flight. He was asked if he was alright. The brownrider and the pinkrider looked enraged, which didn't seem fitting for either of them. And some reply to all the questions and concerns got stuck in his throat. He focused on pushing L'oren out of the room well he still chanted 'no, no, no' in the background. Then he glanced back again. R'ish was already coming. Lio should come too, since he seemed to care so much. The stressed, confused, hurting yellowrider didn't see why any of them cared so much. He wasn't worth it. Unfortunately, he hadn't been able to convince any of them of that, despite great efforts, and he'd been spending sevendays moping. Faranth, had he really been that pitifully? He was going to explain. That had been his plan, and he grew in his need to follow through with it. His wounded eye twitched. His throat relaxed slightly. "Lio, you can come too. But I heard those mumbled death threats. No fighting;" he said.

Squaring his shoulders, which didn't work so well because he wasn't exactly a particularly large person, he finished forcing L'oren out of the dining hall into an uncrowded storage room over by the kitchens, away from any prying eyes. Crossing his arms and continuing to listen to the continuous 'no, no, no' that had yet to stop, he waited for the other two riders to catch up with them. "And you'll be quiet;" he quickly told them over the greenrider before they could start demanding anything when they were all just finally standing there. He paused for a moment, turning away and trying to breath deeply. Beside him, L'oren drew in breath, but then just continued on with his chant. Uncrossing his arms, P'nay wiggled his fingers and made odd faces for a moment, trying to decide something. Then he smacked him across the face.

"Pfha, what was that for;" the dark-haired man spluttered out.
"Your fist, my face. Now, you can be quiet like the others, or you can help me explains some things;" he countered.
"Nahuh, it doesn't go like that. You tried to jump off something again! You messed up everything again!"
"I always mess everything up!"
"No, you don't. You made yourself a life here. You got two people follow after you like canines."
"One of them is a brownrider. They all do that. Weird thing is, that I haven't slept with him yet."
"Oh my, you haven't? Miraculous! I must say, your tastes have improved. All men, no women here."
"I can assure you, there's been a nice set of woman in my bed. And there's Felicia . . ." Jerking his head around, P'nay made a shush motion at R'ish, and partially at Lio. "Yes, I did sleep with F'let when he was a candidate, but I kept my distance with her because she's innocent and sweet and I ain't such a shardin' bad person as to do that. I only plan on waiting till that black of hers is big enough to start flying females and kidnapping her."
"You've been sleeping with candidates? Tsk, tsk!"
"Oh, come on. I wasn't chaste when I was a candidate. Eighteen months as a weyrling was hard enough. I am such a rebel; he replied sarcastically.
"Anyway, this little love gathering here isn't about anything like that. This is about you and ledges;" L'oren said commandingly. And he got no response as the other half of the conversation fell quiet.

Outside the hall, Usteth and Annith still sat companionably and waited for both of their riders as the ruckus inside continued as another joined. Mikidith, would you thank Yours for me? It is so nice of him to care; the yellow sincerely said, reaching out to the brown. She harbored no change in feelings towards the large lesser King simply because she had let Altith win her flight rather than him. Of all her suitors, he had been the one that she had best known, but the purple had needed her. She had done what she would always have done and helped out anyone who she could. Instincts couldn't change her true nature. Would you like to come down and meet Usteth? She is an old friend of mine, and very nice; she asked hopefully. She was speaking only to him, and to no one else.

Someday I'll fly,
Someday I'll soar,
Someday I'll be so damn much more,
Cause I'm bigger than my body gives me credit for.

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"If he promises not to fight," R'ish mumbled, looming at P'nay's side like a poodle turned guard-dog, "Then I'll take that as my cue to not promise." He shifted, warm eyes annoyed as they unconsciously wandered from the handsome blond, and to the dark-haired devil. There was little the blond wanted more, at this point, than to pin that man up against something...and pound his skull into something else.

Despite how perverse that lane of though sounded, he added mentally, it wasn't in the least. Nope! For once the sweet-smiling man..really wanted to hurt someone else. Egad!

The Pinkrider listened with feigned patience to the back and forth...although his eye twitched at the mention of Felicia, and heart panged at the thought of how poor F'let--for a perverted child he had a fairly oblivious mind--would have reacted if he was present. He silently thanked Faranth that the weyrling was probably sleeping somewhere. But as P'nay grew silent, R'ish moved forwards, wrapping his arms unbidden around the Yellow-rider's shoulders.

He ignored the surge of warmth in his gut, the pleasure of having the man back in his arms shoved away to make way for the rare trait of protective staring. "It isn't about him and ledges." He interrupted coolly, pulling P'nay closer to himself and further from L'oren. "Shards, I don't even know what it is about. But I do know that you're involved." His eyes narrowed warningly and he tilted his head, hair falling to hide one eye as his earrings seemed to flash. "Which...seeing as he was doing fine and well as far as I could tell--not that I could tell," he spared the blond a questioning look, "Which means you should have been telling me if there was something wrong," His attention again rose to L'oren, "But he was nice and happy and very very good in bed up until Annith's flight."

R'ish frowned, grinding his teeth subtly, and wrapped his arms a shade tighter, rubbing his cheek against P'nay's neck--as though marking what was his--without realizing it before scoffing subtly. "But I know he went steady once...with you, apparently. Seems to me, that he'd only get upset if he thought about you. Which makes you a threat, doesn't it?"

ooc: Sorry...its crappy. =x= Muse got kidnapped.

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Mikidith slowly turned his head in the direction of where Annith and her friend were located at. His eyes were in a comfortable blue at the moment, but at hearing her pure and true voice, a slight orange rimmed the edges of his eyes. Mine, Annith wants to thank you for helping her Mine, he said, passing on the message. But as for her other offer, he had to think about it. He figured it would be better to make up now than harbor ill feelings toward the still lovely Yellow. Ah, his eyes kept shifting from Annith to Gyth to Annith again. Why did the pretty ones taunt him? Very well, Annith, he replied only to her, stretching his wings and gliding down to where she was at. He landed just a little bit from her, trying not to crowd the same ledge. He bowed to both the Yellow and the Green. Please to meet you, Usteth. My name is Mikidith. My Mine is the man down there who almost hit your Mine. I hope that his reaction does not make you think bad about me. My Mine merely protects those he cares for very much.

Lio inhaled a deep breath when he listened to R`ish`s rant about being called freaky. R`ish was unique, not freaky. Anyone who thought wrong of R`ish need to be sat down and shown the truth. Then there was that rough second where R`ish snapped at him. It cut Lio for a moment, wondering what he had done to cause this aggression from R`ish. But turning his head slightly to look at the PinkRider he cared deeply for, he saw the shallow smile and felt relieve pour through him that R`ish did not hate him.

Shortly after Annith spoke to Miki, Lio received the message and mentally sighed. He heard the men talking as he followed P`nay and R`ish outside where L`oren and P`nay spoke again. Of course Lio cared! He would be stupid not to care! He cared for all his friends, but P`nay and especially R`ish were very different. And then L`oren started accusing P`nay of many things until he mentioned that he and Lio had done nothing. He scowled for a moment, mostly to L`oren for being an idiot and at himself for having avoided P`nay since the Flight. He blamed Miki. The Brown`s sadness had overwhelmed him that he had been so relieved and happy when Miki let go enough for him to go exploring one day. And on that lucky day he found R`ish. The Scoundrel and the Rascal. The thought sent a twitching smile to his lips. In a normal day, the thought would make him smile and send gooseflesh up his spine with memories, but right now was not the time for that.

F`let? Where had he heard that name from? Maybe one of the Weyrlings, possibly. And why was P`nay giving him a hushing look. As a Candidate, Lio had been the much enthusiastic one, often looking for some pretty male or female be it Candidate or Rider. He could not chastise P`nay having slept with a Candidate. He himself as a Candidate before had slept with a Rider, though the Rider had been somewhat interesting GreenRider. He shrugged it off. He somewhat cared about who P`nay slept with, but Pnay and him were not committed or anything, so he had no right to say anything. So all he could think of was what a lucky Candidate F`let must have been to grace P`nay sheets...

R`ish snapped the man back to reality. The PinkRider was draping himself over P`nay. Not that Lio wanted to do that too, but his anger was fueling him at the moment. These hands, which he wanted to punch the GreenRider with, could easily mistake P`nay or R`ish`s skin for something threatening and hurt them. No, he did not want to hurt the men. Not in this state. The PinkRider spoke truth. As far as he was concerned and had observed from different distances, P`nay had been fine till the Flight. And when he heard about what happened post-Flight, he wanted to run down and see if P`nay was okay. Watch him to make sure he would not try the stunt again. But Miki`s grief- damn that Brown and his hurt feelings at the time!- had prevented him. He could only watch from the distance as his desire to be next to P`nay turned in him. Lio`s eyes diverted from L`oren to R`ish as the PinkRider seemed to be marking P`nay as his. Protect them was all he could think about. He moved closer to the men, his stance defensive now rather than offensive, and seemed to be like R`ish. A guard dog protecting the ones he loves. Not loved, because that was past tense. But loves.

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You're gone away,
I'm left alone,
A part of me,
Is gone and I'm not moving on.

Having R'ish draped all over him was a bit confusing for the yellowrider. The pinkrider had been the one to rant at him about how he was so closed off and how he wasn't going to put up with him anymore. Hearing Gyth and Doppelith's riders walk away had been one of the worst moments in his life. Not the worst by a long shot still, but it hurt and it was fresh still right then. So it was hard for him to comprehend and understand why suddenly he had R'ish pressed right up against him once again, like all those happy, sexy, wonderful memories of the two of them, together. His surprise and confusion was made worse as he tried to work out exactly what the other rider was saying, which seemed to hint that he was still upset towards him, well rubbing his cheek against his neck. That little action in itself was very distracting to him. The P'nay that most knew, and a lot of the rest of himself too, just wanted to wiggle around in the tightening grip of his lover and give him a very forward kiss. He wanted to show how much he himself cared in the only way he really knew how, but that caring had made him hurt and he still hurt. He couldn't understand it all. His heart pounded, still bleeding and aching, as he tried to find some answer to everything as words escaped. He couldn't respond to any of them.

L'oren narrowed his eyes at R'ish and his accusing words and his closeness to the man that he wanted to be all his again. A faint smirk touched at his mouth and he shook his head at the pinkrider he still viewed as a ridiculous and a bit of freak, mainly because he didn't like him. "He's always been good in bed. I'm fairly sure that he was good in bed turns before I met him. Probably started his long list of conquests around when he became a weaver apprentice;" he replied, keeping his eyes fixed on P'nay, waiting for the yellowrider to respond or argue in someway. The tawny haired young man didn't so much as twitch at the words, just stared back. "He's always had something wrong with him since I've known too. Oh, Faranth, not in too bad a way, or anything. Jays, I love him for everything;" he continued, shaking his head at himself and his mangling of words. He glanced down, then back up at P'nay, never looking towards R'ish. There was just a tinge of doubt. "It isn't my fault, is it? Would it be better if I died?"

That got an explosive reaction from the apathetic, confused yellowrider. He surged forward, pulling free out of the grasp that held him. "No, no, no. You can't die! None of you can die. Never. Never. Never! It'll be my fault;" he breathed out, utter desperation apparent. He looked wildly around at all three of them, wanting to make sure that R'ish, L'oren, and L'can were all there and weren't going to disappear. For a moment, he paused. Then he backed into a wall, and sunk down onto the floor. His knees curled up against his chest and he wrapped his arms around them, pressing his eyes and forehead into them as well to block out the world. "It's all my fault. They all left. They didn't care about me, because I don't deserve it, because it's all my fault;" he rambled on, tears slipping from his eyes as he relived heart wrenching memories. It was L'oren's turn to not know how to respond as a bit of guilt for all of this dug at him. He took a confident half-step towards him, and then stopped dead. He knew exactly what his old lover was talking about in his crazy snippets, but, just like in the past, he didn't know how to make it better.

Oh, it's fine, Mikidith. It's very nice to meet you. Mine could deserve to be hit a few more times every once in a while, even if we're one of the best green and rider pairs you can find in the hundreds in all the Weyrs; Usteth replied to the brown, mixing utter nonchalance humility with utter nonchalance confidence. She was happy, and she was good. Upon his arrival, she'd eyed the larger dragon for a moment, then looked away, hardly caring. He was taken; she could tell, and, thus, he wasn't very interesting. Not with all the drama she was partied to through her rider. Feeling the distress of her rider, Annith was put on edge, attention pulled away from attempts to introduce her two friends to each other so they could be friends themselves. She rose to her feet, bristling in a non-aggressive manner, because aggression was not in her temperament. A soft keen-like whistle came from her.

I wish I could of told you,
the things I kept inside,
but now I guess it's just to late,
So many things remind me of you.

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R'ish's eyes narrowed, a subtly annoyed look on his face as the greenrider spoke about P'nay, sounding very much like he was just trying to make the blond sound like a bad investment. He bristled slightly at the comments, but softened, a smooth smirk back on his lips as he leaned slightly on P'nay, burying his nose in the other's hair before speaking.
"Certainly nothing wrong with being experienced. So what if he was a normal boy and wanted to constantly fuck? Its something boys do, and he's damn good at it." he gave a soft laugh, relaxing into his role even as he loosened his grip a tiny bit, afraid that he was starting to dig his fingers in. But then L'oren opened his big mouth again and his grip tightened, eyes flashing in unhidden fury.

"There is nothing wrong with him." He growled, Gyth beginning to shift uncomfortably on her ledge at the unfamiliar emotions rolling of of Hers, "Everyone is different--everyone has something that makes them unique or maybe even strange, but there is nothing about P'nay that is wrong. Sure, he's a bit of an oddball, and sleeping with kids when he has me to roll about with is a bit strange, but that's what makes him P'nay! He wouldn't be him if he didn't have his quirks, and I doubt he'd be him if whatever it is that makes him not tell us when there's something upsetting him didn't exist. You can't possibly love him if you can't even accept him."

The Pinkrider gave a huff, looking away from the scene, and almost pouted, his chin on P'nay's shoulder as he struggled to process the whole thing. R'ish was a lazy son of a gun--he was literally meant to do nothing but roll about in the hay and sleep and maybe play his lute once and a while. He wasn't meant to deal with dramatastic boyfriends and suicidal beauties...all of this was going way over his creamy head.

But here he was, dealing with all these conflicting people and the strange urge to smack someone into a wall that he'd never before experienced. And to drag someone off and have a real roll about the hay at the same time. It was all very confusing.

L'oren, perhaps sensing R'ish's moment of distress--or so R'ish explained in his head--opened his mouth. Again. Couldn't he keep it shut? Why not rip it off entirely? You know, that sounded like a great idea. Rip it off...push him away...lock him away...go fuck with P'nay! Perfect.

The blond ripped from R'ish's grip, squealing about death and not dying, and something snapped. A strange look bled onto the Pinkrider's face, an almost thoughtful expression that grew quickly and steadily more dangerous, the pause before his movements easily recognized as the calm before a storm. But then he was moving, a natural flexibility sending a booted foot straight for L'oren's head. It stopped just a second too late, connecting with the Greenrider's head--if he'd aimed right--but without the original force. "You're a shardin' tunnelsnake of a human." He hissed, eyes burning with fury as Gyth roared, lifting off of her ledge and sailing down.

She landed outside of the dining room, but by no means settled, stalking back and forth with a mixture of confused anger, and outright terror for Hers. R'ish ignored the distress of his dragon and lowered his leg, giving L'oren a last, warning look, before wheeling around to P'nay's side. He kneeled in front of him, gently reaching out to hold the other's shoulders, massaging them softly.

"Hey, hey.." He crooned, eyes soft as he tried to catch P'nay's gaze, "Don't freak out on us, okay?" He pushed his forhead against the other's, forcing eye contact, "No one is going to die. I'd very much like to rip out his throat--as completely out of character as that sounds--but I promise no one is going to kill each other." He smiled, a warm, loving expression, and gave the other a soft peck on the nose, "I have no idea what this is all about.." He whispered, hands still soft on P'nay's shoulders now running down to his forearms and back up, "And honestly, I don't know if I want to know, if everytime it gets brought up you'll just burst out like this. Please, P'nay...please don't cry...isn't there anything I can do to take it away..?"

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Mikidith seemed to nod at the Green. I just have no interest in getting involved with this. Besides, Mine keeps telling me every time I ask him if he needs help just to stay back until he calls me. Mine is a tough person. But when he cares for someone, he cares a lot for them. And I figure this is why Mine is trying to help Annith`s Mine. Of course, it is odd. Mine actually hasn`t Flighted with Annith`s Mine yet, only with Gyth`s Mine. I guess this what humans call a love triangle? But did Gyth`s Mine Flighted with Mine only because he could or was there actually some feeling? Not that Mine doesn`t mind the fun, but I guess deep down he kind of hopes he leaves a mark on them, letting them know he is there for them if they ever need him. The Brown was having a rare moment where it seemed like he understood things. But this would not last very long. By the next day, Mikidith would be wondering where he was going to want to sun bathe and such. And, of course, have to listen to his Mine go on about to today. Mikidith turned his head in Gyth`s direction and gave a comforting croon toward the Pink, if only merely to try to let Gyth know that he and Annith were here if she needed them.

A hint of jealousy gave way to a pang of pain inside Lio. The BrownRider could only drop his head when the discussion of about P`nay being good in bed was brought up. He was the only unlucky person here in the room who had not felt P`nay`s touch. He gave a small painful smirk to himself. Lucky bastards, he thought but only affectionately toward R`ish, his teeth clenching with the pain. Was he really like a typical BrownRider? Just pining after those that he wanted. Well, was that wrong? He was human. He had wants. But were those wants echoed by the wants of the other beings he had pursued? He gave a light chuckle at R`ish`s comment about there being nothing wrong with being experienced. It was true, and Lio guessed it was true about himself. His only real relationship had lasted a Turn and he even missed that person. But there had been no malice when they decided to end it. They only ended it so they could chase after other dreams.

Then Lio`s head snapped up and forward toward the GreenRider. "There`s nothing wrong with him!" Lio roared, agreeing with R`ish`s comment. Oh Faranth, why was he still just standing on the side lines? He was a proud BrownRider! It was time he started acting like one. His friends were being insulted by this unknown stranger. He gripped his hands together, his veins sticking out a little by how tight he was holding them. And despite him tending to keep his nails very short, what little nail was there was digging into the inside of his hands. The crescent shape marks added with pain they were sending added to his anger. He normally gorgeous green eyes (his best attribute) that had gotten him in trouble in the past were right now as hard as his clenched fists. He looked over at the smaller male, the GreenRider, with hate. Hate for saying in not too bad a way. P`nay was normal. He was human. He had a right to feel however he wanted to feel. No one had any right to dictate over him about how he should feel.

He took a step a forward...

Lio`s fist came out as he swung at the GreenRider. "Don`t you ever say he has problems! Don`t you sharding dare! So what if we all have something different about us. That is what makes us different. And P`nay is how P`nay should be, or else he would not be the man that R`ish and I both love. You have no right to say you love P`nay if you say he has a problem!"

Mikidith squawk with surprise. His Mine had actually taken a swing at Usteth`s Mine. The Brown turned toward the Green in an apologetic look. Is your Mine going to be okay? he asked. Then he turned toward Annith. Annith! Is there something we need to do. Mine is not even responding to me right now, the Brown said, worry creasing over his eyes as they turned into the distressing colors of orange.

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I can tell by your tone,
I’ve taken it too far again.
Just when I thought I'd gone,
And fixed it all again.

L'oren had good reflexes. He instinctively drew away from the foot that came flying towards his nose in accompaniment to the angry words of the pinkrider. It crashed into, even without being full-force, one of his brows, causing the skin to quickly began to molt purple and blue. The greenrider recoiled away, but then tried to straighten, only to be greeted by swinging fists and more shouting, though that time from the brownrider. He did his best to fend off the attack, but he didn't fight back and his block slipped. It knocked the wind out of him as it grazed against his stomach. He did his best to take it like a man. He wouldn't hurt P'nay's friends; he would take what he was given. In the end, he would be right, or he would be gone. He had to go, in fact, back to his actual Weyr. His took a step back, trying to find his breath again after the hit.

A crooning voice brought the frantic yellowrider from his hazy stupor. Tears slackened from his eyes as his head was forced up. He gazed dully back at R'ish as the other man spoke to him softly. All tears disappeared as his nose was kissed and his arms was caressed. He paused before answering the question of what could be done with him, eyes flickering downward. When he looked back up, a little smile touched at his mouth. "We'll see;" P'nay murmured, a hand sneaking just under R'ish's shirt as he innocently locked his gaze with the pinkrider. Once that fleeting moment was over, he jumped to his feet and sidled away. He sneaked up behind Lio and quickly wrapped his arms around the upset man to draw him off of beating his target senseless. "R'ish said no one was going be killed;" he chided. Something had snapped back in him.

When the aggressor was removed and silence ruled as all the shouting ceased, L'oren reeled back. He slowly collected him, so he could face the two other riders who hated his guts and the lovely object of all their affection. Faranth, it was like some awful love web, though who else could cause such a thing but P'nay, so it did make sense. He swallowed, and eyed the three warily. He needed something to say. Right, a point. He'd had a point, at some point, and hadn't P'nay asked him to do something? "I think I was going to try to explain all this, so I'll just cut right to the chase;" he said, voice slightly throaty and strangled. He saw P'nay's expression tighten slightly, since he knew what was coming. He paused, but continued as the blond seemed to find some resolve. "P'nay has some rejection and commitment issues."

The unwelcome guest got a 'no duh' expression from the yellowrider at the dramatic statement. He rolled his eyes back even as he smiled, making a shushing motion as he continued. "He thinks it's his fault that his father died when he was kid and his mother went crazy and died, even though both of them were old, and that his brother's, whose a jerk, hasn't talked to him since he pointed out to him that was he was jerk;" he rushed on, somehow managing to get it all in one breath. He made another motion to indicate he wasn't done as he drew in air. "Anyway, I came here, P'nay, because I say your brother. He got married. He has a son. He named the evil spawn Praney. I drew a picture. Now I'm going." He shoved a rolled up piece of parchment that had been tucked into his pants at L'can, who was close, and retreated.

Usteth had been thrumming to herself, vaguely considering everything that Mikidith had said, and calm despite the distress of all the others involved. She rose in an arc and zipped to the ground, to pick up her hurrying, battered rider. The pair of them disappeared within moments. Annith hadn't been able to reply to Mikidith's concerns at first, but she finally looked at him as she watched her old friend disappeared into thin air. Her eyes swirled content blue-green. It is alright now. Mine is better again. He is such a fickle Mine. Watch, he will make it all work out; she said with utter confidence. Then leaned companionably against the brown, entirely invading his personal space as her rider invaded his or Gyth's space often enough. She thrummed the same note the Usteth had been singing to herself. It was sunny. Life was good.

Back in the random storeroom that everyone in the dining hall was wondering what was happening in, P'nay was in a state of shock. He was wrapped affectionately around Lio, and he stared at the parcel that had been stuffed into the brownrider's hold. His mouth made the shape of an O for several seconds, before one of his classic grins split across his face. "Well, moving on from those little issues of mine;" he said, brushing aside the problems he knew, deep down, that he had which had just been articulated so he could compartmentalize and go back to utterly ignoring them. He was back to his normal, most interesting, most not sad self, and he snatched the paper and disentangled himself from Lio. "I'm an uncle!" He unrolled it, stared at it for a moment, then raised it so the other two could see. It was a sketch of a chubby baby.

You were the first to give,
I was the first to ask.
Now I’m in second place,
To get a second chance.

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The Pinkrider's eyes lit up at R'ish came visibly to his senses, a look of mild surprise on his face for a mere moment before his lips spread in a wide, hungry smirk. "We'll do more than see." He crooned back, rising on the blond's heels with a smooth, sensual sashay.

P'nay wrapped himself around Lio and R'ish took his place behind them both, his own libido poking its head up with bold resolution. Hands reached out, fingers playing a sound-less tune on the man's sides as the cream-and-pinkette slipped his hands beneath the other's shirt, gently caressing his hips. All the while he kept his eyes on L'oren, smirking softly as he did. Pride reflected easily in his stare, as well as the bored opinions on what the man said. "None of that's anything new." He mumbled after a moment, eyes falling to half-mast as he leaned forwards, nibbling on the blond's neck, "I could have guessed all of it." He yawned, running his tongue up P'nay's throat, and laughed softly, "Not that I care. As long as I'm around...I'll make sure he's happy. One way or another."

Without warning he opened his mouth, biting the joint between shoulder and neck until there was a lovely mark on P'nay's shoulder. He withdrew with a grin, staring at L'oren. "Its my job now, pretty boy."