Sunshine, Sunlight...faggin' Sun.

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"Ya ever noticed how annoying that thing is?"

No answer.

"I mean...seriously! It always in the way...totally blocks my view of the sky."

Still no answer.

"And its so bright." Foggy blue eyes narrowed, an annoyed look fazing lazily on thin lips, "You can't even glare at it, its so bright." An annoyed huff and the sound of movement, booted feet pounding against the sand as the man leapt to his feet in a flip, growling loudly as he fell into an aggressive position, shaking a fist up at the great star itself.

"You hear that, ya big menace!?" The young man barked, "You're a bloody nuisance! Wander off ya shardin' piece of glowin' wherry brain!!"

T'el stopped in his yelling and stood at rapt attention, staring unflinchingly up at that bright big ball with a fierce snarl. His back was covered in sand, the grit digging into his bare skin, and a rather nasty looking sunburn was beginning to appear on his forehead, but still he didn't move, waiting silently for his challenge to be returned...

But it wasn't, it never was, and he gave in with a gruff grump, grumbling loudly under his breath as he stumbled his way into the shade, plopping down to snag the flask of wine he'd tossed there earlier. Belly on the sand he sighed, taking a deep gulp of that heavenly red liquid before propping his head up on one arm, eyes closing.

"Sunshine....sunlight....shardin' ball."

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There's a thief in the night to come and grab you,
It can creep up inside you and consume you,
A disease of the mind that can control you,
It's too close for comfort.

Something moved in the water. It wasn't all that large but seemed to be a very capable swimmer. Effortless, it drifted closer to the shore without breaking the surface, lurking in a canal between banks of rock and coral. Finally, just a couple of feet from where the sand climbed steeply up from the pit, it emerged. And it wasn't an it at all. The middle aged man shook water from his hair as more of it dripped off his ratty shorts. Once he blinked the salt water away from his eyes, he looked carefully, quietly at the other man lying under the shade by the sands. Then he smiled his charmingly disturbing smile.

"Hello;" D'ror greeted him cheerfully, striding up onto the beach without an apparent care. He sized up his new companion carefully, before settling his attention on the flask of alcohol that he was carrying. Not that he didn't really keep an eye on everything around him. He knew better than to let his guard down, especially in the company of some who was sitting on an island in the middle of the ocean where no one in their right mind went. How had the irritated looking man even gotten there? Well, the renegade had some ideas as to that; he tended to know what went on in those parts.

"Can I have some of that?" Abeneth, with his impeccable knowledge of when he should choose to show up, surfaced with a roar right at that moment, flaring his wings out as he reared his entire body out of the water. A large brown, he was quite the sight. Since his disastrous pursuing of Kalith during her flight, he had healed and was not all that handicapped but scars ran along most of his wing sails and larger ones across sections of his body. He'd lost a section of his tail, which now looking disturbingly disfigured despite being largely the same. He now had an added shock factor for his entrances.

You're life is in disturbia, it's like the darkness is light,
Disurbia, am I scaring you tonight?
Disturbia, it used to hunt your lies,
Disturbia, disturbia.

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"No." The answer was abrupt, and the man didn't even bother looking up from where he was, although a subtle tensing in the muscles visible along his back clearly told that he was on guard. "S'mine."

Ah, there were those eyes. T'el rolled his head to the side with a glare, setting both D'ror and Abeneth with a drunken--yet clearly not drunk--glare that seemed all the more convincing with those dark circles.

As if on cue a large Iron head poked suddenly up from the treeline behind T'el, the brute giving a stare and a grumble of his own as he rose to his feet and gracefully ambled out of the thicket he'd for some reason deemed a good resting place. Sjueth plopped right back down next to T'el, legs folded catlike beneath him and neck clearly arched, his body language loudly daring Abeneth to make a move. This was His and what was His's was also his, and no scraggly-Brown would change that.

But T'el seemed more interested now that Sjueth had made his appearance and he gave a yawn, rolling into a sitting position with his legs crossed and the flask half-way to his lips. "Who're you?" He drawled, taking a long, taunting swig, "Some kinda ugly shipfish, ehhehehee."

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Are the neighbors watching me,
Well, is the mailman watching me,
And I don't feel safe anymore, oh, what a mess,
I wonder who's watching me now?

D'ror didn't twitch at the refusal. He had a cache of wine that was probably better just a few dozen islands away; the ring islands were the best place to keep Varya from finding thing, especially the more numerous smaller ones. The only reason he'd asked was for the reaction and to be conversational. He didn't twitch either when the iron made an appearance. He'd suspected as much. Holdless want to the eastern islands; they were in the western ones. As of late, they had been belonging more to renegades rather than anyone else. Of course, this man wasn't one of his, or well, one of his and Varya's, if he wanted to be proper about who was supposedly in charge. They were a bit anarchical at first glance too.

The brownrider was wasn't bother by the drawl, the taunting drink, or the comment about his scarred dragon, who lurked, simply guarding and not bothered by any of it either. "D'ror, and Abeneth;" he replied simply, the slippery smile that had been fading a bit from his face quickly returning in full force. Given the way he had, not to long ago, made his presence on the Western Continent plainly known in a flash, one would think he might be a bit of a talker. However, he volunteered no more information than he felt was needed to give. He knew how to keep secrets; it was how you survived. Without saying another word, he sat cross-legged on the sands in front of the ironrider, completely silent.

I always feel that somebody's watchin' me,
And I have no privacy,
I always feel that somebody's watchin' me,
Tell me is it just a dream?

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T'el actually paused, arching a brow as he stared steadily at the other. He'd been expecting a rise out of the grumpy brown rider--or had been aiming for one, rather--but he'd been cleanly avoided.

"T'el." He rumbled after a moment, the flask again halfway to his lips, "And the beaut' is Sjueth."

The Iron rumbled a soft greeting as T'el grunted and got to his feet, yawning as he shuffled over to D'ror and suddenly knealt, peering studiously at the man. He tilted this way and that, giving the other a good long examination, before grunting and plopping down right in front of him, taking another swig of his drink.

"You're no Weyr-rat." He announced, Sjueth coming to sit a bit closer as the man stuck his bottom lip out, brows furrowing as he stared, thinking something over thoughtfully, "An' those marks on your shipfish." He glanced at Abeneth, clearly intent on keeping the nickname, "...big 'nough for a Queen's claws." He tilted his head sideway and arched a brow, licking his lips, "Lemme guess. Get chased away, dreary-eyes?"

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Lately I've been thinking,
Lately I've been dreaming with you,
I'm so resistant to this type of thinking,
Oh, now it's shining through.

T'el, rider of iron Sjueth. The name sounded distinctly familiar, though he couldn't quite place it. Someone must have been in trouble, even if he couldn't quite recall for what. Trouble tended to somehow always be connected the reason you ended up out here; someone without any trouble in anyway didn't end up without what people thought of as a proper home. As the other rider plopped down in front of him and inspected him, his expression didn't change at all; his lips and slightly exposed teeth, his grin, didn't even alter the slightest. He did quirk his brow when T'el suddenly declare that he was not a Weyr 'rat'. The iron shifted closer and so did Abeneth, sliding easily through the water quickly.

Confidently, his grin grew just a bit as the younger rider guessed wrong about why they weren't connected to a Weyr. This boy was a smart one, but he didn't have a clue what was going on. It was comforting for him to know he had a better idea of what was happening for the moment. "We weren't chased away. Perhaps you knew that copper Kalith recently rose. Abeneth attempted to chase. She was not pleased, but she did not run us off;" he replied, voice as simple and disturbingly slightly upbeat as it ever was. There had only ever been pair who could chase them off; they were not Kalith and Fajra. The brownrider and his dragon were not the sort to be chased off. They simply disappeared, went away.

I know there's little use in crying,
It's more wide awake and dying then I'm used to,
I thought we'd walk these streets together,
Now I'm hoping that I'll never have to meet you.

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The youth gave another of his high-giggles, a lop-sided grin on his face as he licked his lips and stared steadily at D'ror. "Didn't run ya off?" he drawled, Sjueth leaning closer, "I suppose not." He gave a snicker and suddenly laid back in front of the other, an arm over his eyes and his legs still crossed.

"With scars like that on his wings I doubt she had to do more'n claw her way through them." Another giggle, "What's the worth of chasing off a half-dead shipfish anyways? It just ambled its way home."

T'el gave a yawn and suddenly rolled onto his belly, arms beneath him as his legs stretched out beside D'ror, feet just inches away. It was clear he didn't have any possible fears of the other, though it could just be he didn't fear anything. What was the point? You fear, you run, you plot for revenge, you get hurt, you run again, ugh. Waaay too much work.

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You must obey the dance commander,
Givin' out the order for fun,
You must obey the dance commander,
You know that he's the only one.

Such a stupid, odd rider, D'ror thought to himself as T'el rambled silly things about this or that and then stretched out in front of him. When you were young, it was a not a good thing to be as crazy as this one was. Give it a couple more turns, and he'd lay money that the ironrider would be dead. Especially now that he was the supreme shadow king of this area. It wasn't the person with the largest dragon and a bit of insanity that could reign. You had to have secrets that you really told no one and know something to remain on top.

"Is there any particular reason I should not suggest that you not hang out around here anymore? I've got plans I need to get you and I can't have you interfering, now can I?" If it came to a fight, he would win, so he felt no qualms about choosing to excrete some authority over the situation. He had more man and dragon power behind him; he was not some puny singular rider out alone.

Abeneth ambled up to the edge of the beach, still standing so that all of his feet were just covered by water even when the waves receded. He was simply a spectator to this, but he rumbled a pleasant greeting to Sjueth. So long as there riders didn't start fighting or something, he would like the iron. He didn't hate people easily, neither did his rider. They simply sometimes had to deal with people who got in their way.

It would be awesome,
If we could dance-a,
It would be awesome, yeah,
Let's take the chance-a.

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"Mm..that sounded a bit like you were asking me to leave." Lazy eyes rolled to stare sternly at the newcomer, the lop-sided smile on the Ironrider's face betrayed by the clean distaste in his gaze. He smirked, the expression finally matching his slowly growing more harsh look, and tilted his head, licking his lips, "I don't take orders, little brownie boy." He chirped, winking, "So if you want me to leave, you'll have to beg, sweet-heart."

Cackling, all too pleased with himself, he rolled over onto his back, looking smug as a bug in a rug as he smirked approvingly at the sky. Oh yes, he was a clever fellow. He could tell right away that Mister D'ror here was a stuck-up mate. He'd never stoop to begging, and would have to leave! And then the beach would be aaaall his again.

A frown crossed his lips. Well that would be boring, now wouldn't it? What's the entertainment in swapping words with trees and sand and sky? They never actually swapped back...and you always ended up looking like an idiot...which he wasn't! No siree, he was brilliant...sort of. Sort of brilliant..which was close enough to brilliant for him to care.

"Mm. Hey--I've got a nice little plan, little-big man. You can do whatever the hell you want here, and I can stay where I am. Or better yet--you can let me in on your lovely little secret and I can blab it away to someone. I do love a good secret." He gave a giggle, licking his lips and closing his eyes, stretching out lazily. Whether or not he meant to flex his muscles in the process, showing off his lean--if scarred--form is a mystery..although the smug look developed in the baring of teeth was a good indication it was a lazy--and bad--attempt at intimidating the other. Shame he was built like a dancer instead of a fisher.

Sjueth, on the other hand, was much more scary. Big and muscular he was hard to miss, and covered in scars that proved his worth in battle. But while His was actually trying to will away the intruder--well, in his odd little way that was both trying to shove D'ror away and draw him in--Sjueth was content to dip his head, a rumble of greeting of his own echoing in his chest. While it was easy for His and the iron to make enemies, it was a nice day. And nice days weren't meant to be spoiled with fights.

Besides, the Brown wasn't causing any harm. Who cared what he did if he wasn't a threat.

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I said keep your enemies close,
And your lovers closer,
I'm letting you know,
The show is over now.

D'ror was not bothered by the ironrider's harsh glare, meeting those eyes that were filled with such distaste with his calm, slightly sleepy looking stare. Without replying at first, he considered whether he should resort to begging. He was not a prideful person. He simply had some mild issues with follow certain authority figures and had his own, very personal agenda. He was not above begging, if it was necessary for getting what he wanted. There was little that he wouldn't do to get what he wanted in the end. When you didn't care about doing whatever it took, it made it so easy for you to be underestimated. That was all the better for him.

The brownrider held back on replying when T'el frowned. He waited for the other man to make another move, inspecting his nails for a moment as he waited. His attention never actual left the other rider; it only became more focused as he spoke again. At the young man's sad attempts to intimidate him, he blinked lazily once. Though not exactly huge, he was tall enough and well muscled. In terms of obvious physical strength, he was much more intimidating than the skinny boy in front of him. Anyway, he held mainly disdain for the fool in front of him. He had his own scars to show what he'd been through; he'd been through his fair share in his life.

There was a sudden change about his. The aloofness and the odd friendliness disappeared, replaced with a smirk that showed his own distaste. His teeth gritted together audibly as he fixed his cool brown eyes on T'el. "I know quite a few secrets. I suppose I can tell you one. My friends, as I have several around her, and I are planning a bit of trouble. I think you might just like the sort of trouble too. Perhaps you'd like to help? I think you may like some of my friends too;" he said quietly, eyes never leaving the face of the man in front of him. His face betrayed nothing but a cool sort of burning distasteful hate towards the general world he lived in.

Abeneth didn't seem bothered by his rider's change in basic appearance and remained where he was. He trusted that D'ror would get it right, and, as always, the middle aged man had a plan already set up. It would be better if he had any renegades under his control, even if they were going to be the troublesome sort like this one. He needed to be able to keep an eye on them, or have someone like Varya be able to keep an eye on them. Traitors and fools were best kept close to home. Then they couldn't be out messing up your careful laid battle plans in the heat of a war, and it would be hard for them to go about plotting trouble for you.

So lean in closer now,
Keep your hands up,
So I can see,
I think its too late.

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"Ooh. You're angry now." Cool grey eyes gleamed as the iron-rider smirked, sitting up to get a good look at the teeth-gritting man before him. Sure, he was better built..and more likely than not was a heckuva lot stronger. But T'el was confident in his own ability, knowing altogether too well what it takes to survive...which doesn't always mean brute strength or even smarts.

The wiliest of coyote's is as dumb as a dog..yet all but the cartoon ones can manage to snag a meal when it comes right down to it. He wasn't about to go down anytime soon...nor was he about to be intimidated. Not that he had enough braincells left to even /be/ intimidated.

"A bit of trouble you say?" His eyes lit up and he let a snide grin spread onto his face, toes curling softly at the thought of causing a bit of chaos, "Mmn~ You seem to have pegged me for the right sort, Mr. Man." He crooned, a lop-sided grin--a rather nasty one really--sliding snidely onto his face, "I do love a bit of trouble. Make a point of causing it once and a while."

He laid back onto his back, arms folded behind his head, "But I know where trouble gets ya. And I get the feeling that you and I don't exactly click as 'brother's in arms'. Which means there's a rather nasty downside...or one helluva consequence should your humpty-dumpty of a plan come tumbling down."

He tilted his head, a devious look in his eyes, "So what's in it for me, tough-guy? You only asked me 'cause you're aware that I can cause mischeif...and perhaps there's enough thought bouncing around in your skull to make you think that my mischeif might not be strictly based on your enemies." He licked his lips, "You keep your foes closest, yes? So tell me...what do I get if I help you? And don't say to live--that's as out-dated and over-used as they come, and as bad-ass as you'd like to think you are, I guarantee that you won't come out unscathed from a fight with me..if you come out at all."

Sjueth shifted, leaning in closer with his single eye whirling.

"I'm listening Mr. Manly-Man. Better start talking<3"

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No more fighting, squabbling or rumbling.
No more yogurt.
No more difficult access ways stairs, basically, no more stairs.
The future is quite different to the present.

D'ror wasn't angry. What was this ironrider crowing about? He supposed that he was angry, but he wasn't anymore angry than he had been a few moments earlier. He'd been angry for a very long time. It was more like a crackling, deeply rooted but not all that bothersome most of the time, though it was what fueled him. Memories didn't haunt him, but they reminded him of what he wanted to do, which was something no one but himself knew about. No one knew who he actually was; no one actually seemed to know what he wanted to do exactly. It was all the better for him. It was hard not to underestimate someone like him if you didn't know what he was doing, or who he had once been long ago.

At first, he feigned interest in what the other renegade was saying, but he slowly begin to show boredom. He looked about well the other shifted his position and cleaned minuscule bits of dirt from his finger nails. Though he slowly raked up the words that T'el said in his mind, he did it only to make the point that he already planned to make. It mattered very little in the end what the other said once he got to the general point of what he was saying. Behind them all, back in the ocean, Abeneth shifted when Sjueth did and let loose a rumble. There was an odd edge in it, something that just seemed out of the normal scope of all eternity. There wasn't something right with the two of them, and it wasn't that they were even crazy.

A moment after T'el told him to get talking, D'ror finally got the inclination to reply. Flicking a final bit of dirt off his hands, he fixed the rider with a dull, piercing look. "I wasn't going to say you get the reward of living. I don't think you care enough about that, at least not in a sensible normal way. I did ask you because I want to keep you from interfering with my plans, but I think you may find it worth it;" he said carefully. "What you'll get if you join is to be able to watch it all come apart. You'll get to see the structure of this entire world come tumbling down. I'm not planning anything that big, just enough. I'll even let you have your fun as long as I know what it is you do." He fell silent with a smirk.

They had so much aggression
That we just had to kill them,
Had to shut their systems down.
Don't you see, we are becoming just like them?

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The look that had come into T'el's eyes was very unlike the psychotically grinning expression permanently plastered on his face. Where the drunken lunatic had been, a true sociopath now glimmered, the crookedly tweaked, teeth-showing grin only a small part of the whole thing.

His eyes were narrowed and yet wide, sharply reflecting the world around him as a low chuckle echoed in his throat, his fingers digging into the sand as he suddenly sat up, and then got to his feet, a finger hooking under the other's chin within a single motion. "You're a smart fellow." He breathed, giving a manic giggle, "All come a part..." He licked his lips again and pushed the other away, turning on his heels to stalk towards Sjueth, cackling softly to himself.

"Everything..?" He wheeled again, locking the other with a sadistically mad--truly mad, not the mad hatter sort of mad, but the kind of mad that got people locked up in solitary deep inside alaskan prisons--look in his eyes, "The laws? The rules? The faggin' hypocritical governement folk?!" He stalked close again, breathing heavily with excitement, "You'll let me tear it apart?"

He gave a crazed laugh, grinning from ear to ear, and held out a hand, a wild look in his eyes that was only made more sinister by the circles beneath them, "You have a deal, Bossman."

Suddenly back to his less-crazed more-drunk phase he gave a cackling giggle, "I'll enjoy watching your attempts at controlling me, buddyboy."

Sjueth straightened to his full height and loomed behind T'el, arching his neck to peer down at D'ror as though challenging him and his authority, a fact that the man would be dealing with for a while now. T'el and Sjueth were a force to be reckoned with for sure...but was it really their enemies that faced the toughest challenge? The dragon's eye whirled in a streak of red and he seemed to mimic His's smirk, tilting his massive head and shooting a look at the Brown.
All shall crumble.

ooc: ...I apologize for the random drama. xDD;; I just got out of X-men Origins....

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I believe the world is burning to the ground,
Oh well I guess we're gonna find out,
Let's see how far we've come,
Let's see how far we've come.

Listening almost absentmindedly as the the ironrider rambled a bit, D'ror seemed hardly to care all that much now that his agreement seem assured. He did refrain from the urge to snap the boy's skinny little arm and hand when he touched his face, but he really didn't feel the need for anymore scars himself or to have to have Abeneth call in Alizadehth and Yusriyath to put down the poor iron. He was not intimidated by any of the pair's action; he seemed utterly uncaring to them now, a hateful, cold figure who had other things to worry about than their idiocy. Which he did. A lot of things.

Abeneth was the first to say something, responding to Sjueth, to who he was not more than wary of now despite his leering. A hate that match his rider's new appearance, that was so unlike his normal disposition, seemed to permeate from him. He rose up onto the beach, his tail lashing and his teeth bared, but it was not at the iron or his rider or anyone that was around. Yes, all shall crumble. All shall fall. All shall burn. All shall pay; he growled, letting out a hiss to match his mental voice. He stalked towards his rider, turning a cold shoulder towards the younger dragon though he did eye the rider near his coolly. He came to stand lengthwise behind his rider, hunched protectively over the very unamused, middle aged man.

"You'll hardly be the one to do actually bring it all crashing down. Yes, I'll let you wreak your havoc, when it will work to our advantage, but you will not be the one to bring it all down. I know who I'm going to manipulate to do that. Abeneth, give them the location of our current camp;" he said coldly. The brown obliged, and then he was leaping skyward, his rider having nimbly clambered on his back in the blink of an eye. A few wingbeats above the ground and they disappeared, blinking between to somewhere away. They had a world to end; they were very busy.

Well I believe it all is coming to an end,
Oh well, I guess, we're gonna pretend,
Let's see how far we've come,
Let's see how far we've come.

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Back to normal, although altogether too gleeful, T'el shrugged and twirled away, humming cheerfully to himself as he sashayed to Sjueth, scratching at a piece of his hide critically, "Who cares who gives the final blow." He replied with a yawn, giggling to hismelf as he thought again to his opportunity, "So long as I get to tear what I want to shreds."

He tilted his head, looking back at D'ror, and then up at Abeneth, before down to D'ror again, "But don't worry mister boss man." He crooned, cocking a lop-sided grin, "I don't give a shardin' care about any of your big-bad world...save for one itty bitty Hold." His grin twisted, "I'll be your pretty attack dog and take out what you want so long as I get to break it into pieces."

He gave a high-giggle and rattled off a list of names to himself, his expression changing to more and less psychotic depending, pausing only once before going about his way and lazily clamboring up to his place upon Sjueth's neck. The big Iron ignored His's rambling, listening acutely to Abeneth's words before grumbling and adjusting his position, lone eye glimmering thoughtfully.

The pair left, but the iron-rider lingered, stretched out upon the dragon's back with a smirk on his lips. "Let him have his fun." He giggled to himself, pausing to unsuccessfully hug Sjueth's whole neck, "We can play along, can't we?"
Sjueth gave a rumble of agreement, straightening his position before leaning back and shooting into the air, "Buuut~ Games are games...and he's waaay too serious to be entertaining for long."