Knives and Dragons [Vidorian]

[Nia]

It was yet another boring day for M'kiru, so once again he'd taken to the skies with Thauth, not really wanting to spend time with any of the other Renegades today. Then again, a few days ago he'd thought the same thing and ended up running into T'el and... he'd rather not think about that. The easiest way to get rid of his problems was to just ignore them, so that's what M'kiru ended up doing. Let's go to the other side of the islands this time, M'kiru said, frowning. He wasn't about to repeat what had happened last time and he wasn't about to go swimming again, but it was comforting to just go to the beach and kick sand around to get rid of his pent up anger. Whatever you want, Mine,

[/i] Thauth mocked, cackling oddly in His' mind and changing directions.

They landed shakily, Thauth's stocky body was never really the best at them, and M'kiru slid off the Black and began to stalk around the beach, kicking random things and letting out his pent up rage on the environment. He was angry and he had nothing to take his anger out on. Lately every fight he got in ended up with himself being overpowered and it was starting to tick him off. Since when was he such a sharding weakling? Since always,[/i] Thauth commented, cackling again. He really did like to torment his, especially when there was nothing for him to let out his pent up anger on. Man, what a great pair they were.

It wasn't true though, was it? He used to be a good fighter. Well, that wasn't entirely true. He tended to pick fights with people who were obviously weaker than him. Like girls,[/i] Thauth inputted, but M'kiru ignored him. He hadn't really had a good fight in a long time. The closest to give him the fight he wanted had been that Goldhandler but... well, that hadn't exactly turned out the way he'd imagined either. Shards, he really need to get some of his masculinity back.

After a while of kicking sand around, M'kiru realized that he'd brought his favorite knife along, so he took that out and began to look over the blade, thinking. It'd been a while since he'd used it, hadn't it? Well, no, he'd attempted to threaten Ridan with it, but that hadn't exactly worked out. At least he'd remembered to recover it before fleeing. That would have sucked if he hadn't been able to get it back. The blond turned it over in his hands a bit, looking it over. Miiinnneee. I'm bored,[/i] Thauth whined, circling His. Well, that's just too bad. I don't feel like talking to anyone, M'kiru said back. But I'm so boooooored,[/i] Thauth continued to whine, though he did stop circling. The blond simply rolled his eyes at the dragon and continued staring at his knife, then around at the scenery of the beach.

It wasn't exactly the nicest day out, and he didn't feel like laying out in the sun today. Besides, after last time, he wasn't sure he was ever going to do that again. He finally sighed. You're right. Today is boring, he finally said, turning the knife over in his hands and watching the sky.[/blockquote][/size]

[Nia]

It hadn't taken long for M'kiru's peaceful... er, knife-staring was interupted by someone else. Of course. This always happened. Minemine, Iron Jrenrienth wants to know where we're from. He's from Dalibor. Should I answer?

[/i] Thauth asked idly, not caring much himself. He despised Irons, and he knew M'kiru felt the same way, and it wasn't just because of a certain Ironrider they both felt a bit of distaste for. It just angered M'kiru that they were allowed all that power just because they rode a sharding Iron. Thauth was a big Black! He was just as good as a stupid sharding Iron! Well? Are we answering or not?[/i] The impatient Thauth asked His, who was still thinking. Yeah yeah, tell him. Who cares, M'kiru rolled his eyes and continued playing with the knife. He didn't care about a stupid Ironrider.

Oooooohhh, Minnnnee. They're coming![/i] Thauth cackled and seemed rather excited that something interesting was going to happen. He adored His, but he also adored fighting. But that was okay, because M'kiru needed a fight, and he could feel that. Why? M'kiru growled, watching the Iron with a glare evident in his dark gaze. He really, really hated arrogance. Which was hypocritical, but he didn't care. He hated arrogance. He hated people who thought they were better. And of course, he hated show-offs, which is exactly what the sharding Iron was doing, and it was making the blond even angrier than he already was. He clenched his fist around the knife's handle, resisting the urge to stab at something.

He turned around to face H'loric and his Iron slowly, and Thauth didn't bother to move. The Iron was big, and Thauth, while he was a rather large Black with extremely oversized wings, would not win in a fight. He already knew this. Not fair. First he almost gets beat up by a Gold wher and now he can't even have the chance to fight a Green or a Blue or something? Not fair. But Thauth merely appeared disinterested in the Iron and his rider, though inside he seethed with anger that only M'kiru could feel.

"What do you want?" he snapped immediately at H'loric, continuing the play with the knife in his hands, as though making a silent threat to the other man. Shards, this guy looked tough. But M'kiru wasn't intimdated, in fact, it made him even angrier. Stupid sharding Ironriders and their stupid sharding arrogance and strength and power! It made M'kiru want to spit at the other man's feet, but he restrained himself. He instead settled on staring at the other man with as much fierceness as he could possibly put into his gaze and hope that the other would just back off.[/blockquote][/size]

[Nia]

M'kiru was not in the mood for company, especially not Dalibor company, and especially not Ironrider company. Hadn't he made that clear with his snappy question? He didn't want any sharding company. He didn't want to talk to anyone. It wasn't that hard. There were Blackriders everywhere, weren't there? He shouldn't have made an impression on this random Ironrider from Dalibor. Shard it, maybe he should have let Thauth say they were from another Weyr or something, so this guy would leave them alone. But he hadn't expected the guy to actually land next to them and try to strike up some kind of conversation. It was stupid. This guy was stupid, and M'kiru already didn't like him.

He couuuld be nice,

[/i] Thauth offered, playing devil's advocate only to play with His. I don't care. I don't want him here, this is my spot. These stupid Ironriders need to stop invading my spot! First that guy then this random person! I don't care! M'kiru ranted to Thauth, who sent His some odd feelings of affection and love that M'kiru hadn't felt for a while, so he shrugged them off. Thauth laughed in his mind, but M'kiru ignored him. He didn't feel like dealing with his weird Black either.

The blond relied on scare tactics with his knife, he wasn't exactly all that used to a real, one on one fight with it, so his techniques, even moving it back and forth, were mediocre. This guy was taller than him and stronger than him, so M'kiru's only hope at an easy fight was if H'loric hadn't brough any weapons, which was unlikely. For a moment he debated fleeing, but neither his pride nor Thauth would ever live it down. He raised an eyebrow. "Introduce yourself to a Renegade?" he laughed, but it wasn't a happy sound, it was very low and sarcastic. "That's rich. Well, H'loric," he said the other man's name with a mocking tone, "I'm M'kiru. I don't see why you were so... curious about us. There are random dragonriders everywhere, are there not? Especially Blackriders," he sounded rather bitter about the ranking system of dragons, and if Thauth were any other dragon, he might have taken offense to it.[/blockquote][/size]