I am the Walrus- goo goo ga joob!

[Kila]

The beautiful white sand of one of the uncharted islands of the Western Ring sparkled beautifully in the tropical. Towards the middle of the small island the beach gave way to leafy vegetation, progressively larger rocks, and some small trees. On the sandy bank, halfway between the calmly lapping water and the vibrant leafy plants, Y'nis lay in a blissful state of sunstroke.
Naked.
Who needed clothes?

He lay face down, his buttocks bared to the sky and every inch of viewable skin burnt to an embarrassed shade of red. He didn't seem to mind. His messy shock of wavy black hair, made almost into curls from the salt of the sea, waved only slightly with the weak breeze and was peppered with grains of sand. Sprawled out in the brutally beautiful weather, the repetitive beating of Pern's sun had, for once, sapped him of his excessive energy and put him almost to sleep.

Inland, halfway inside their childish fort, Yusriyath napped lightly. The Purple twitched often in his slumber, not still even when he was unconscious of the world as it was. He had opted to stay in the shade for a while, confused but unconcerned as to why His insisted on toasting in the sun lake an eggman all the time. He got such a funny color on him when he did that! Even in the shade against the shade, against the darker green of the isle plants, Yusriyath's hide was a vibrant, shocking shade of purple that could probably be seen from afar. Hiding was not his specialty.

But there was no need to hide here, because he and His were quite comfortable; no one really bothered them. Alizadehth's and Abeneth's preferred to work from onshore in the Western Continent, so they were largely left to their on devices, unless otherwise called on to aid the renegade cause. And they were ok with that.

The terror that was their flitter trio of the group was conspicuously, and thankfully absent...

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When it came to renegades, the one sailing over the seas with a lazy cackle was perhaps the most renegade of them all. Completely uncontrolled and wild as a wherry on a rampage, he was difficult to manage be you strong or be you weak, following his own ideas and whims far more readily than even the most powerful of people.

So it really wasn't too much of a surprise to see the Ironrider's great dragon gliding towards one of the islands, his rider perched rather haphazardly on his neck with a smug look on his face. The Iron began to slowly drift downwards as T'el took a sudden swig of his drink, giving a curse and a whine when part of the brandy spilled. "Aw..that's a shame. This took effort ta get.."

Sjueth gave a draconic, long sigh, glancing downwards only to curiously tilt his head. Below was a purple, partially hidden in the shade, and....well...what looked to be a naked human! A normal dragon would think of the unusualty of seeing a roasting human, but the Iron disregarded it, having caught His in the middle of far odder things.

"Oh-ho...what's thaat~?" The man's voice was lazy, his hazy eyes staring hungrily down as he licked his lips, grinning wickedly, "Ha! That's an arse if I ever seen one. Go down, Sju! I wanna play around with that lolligagger."

The Iron gave a soft grunt of aggreement and tilted himself down a bit further, landing gracefully on the shore. T'el slid from his neck with a bit less grace, a quickly lifted paw all that kept him from toppelling over face first. The man slurred a thanks, patting the paw as he would a child's head, and sashayed around the dragon's bulk, grinning wickedly.

"Hello there lovely!" He chirped as he sidled towards Y'nis, not bothering to hide his inspecting eyes, "You look awful comfy...if a bit red." He plopped suddenly to the ground, legs crossed beneath him as he took yet another swig of his small silver canister, giving a lazy hiccup before leaning in close, a serious look on his face.

"......" He didn't breath a word as he narrowed his eyes, one brow quirking and lips pressed together tightly, before his booze-holding hand reached out, a finger extended to pointedly prod the man's backside. "Yer bum's burnin'."

[Kila]

Yusriyath was instantly awakened by the arrival of the Iron and his rider. Hypersensative as he was, the Purple felt the thump of Sjueth's landing vibrate through the sand. His eyes were immediately opened and regarding their arrivals curiously. Oblivious to the fact that they could almost surely see him- for it would take a blind man to miss his hide- he flattened himself against the ground and shifted into stalking mode. How interesting! Who were they? Were they good guys or bad? Cops or robbers? Friend or enemies? He flicked his tail excitedly.

OH! He should probably tell His, since the man was still lay naked in the sun, just as oblivious to his predicament. YaMine~ he crooned, nudging him mentally. YuMine? he replied groggily, not stirring and only marginally more aware of reality. Before Yusriyath could say any more, though, the strange rider stumbled off of His and sidled over to Y'nis with visibly apparent interest.

"Hello there lovely!" Y'nis heard from a voice he did not know, "You look awful comfy...if a bit red." Bollucks. The arrival of a complete stranger probably meant he would have to get up. Slowly and still unwillingly, seemingly unworried about the unknown person beside him, Y'nis raised his head and looked over at T'el. His face bore a complete mask of sand, only his shockingly blue eyes standing out. He blinked groggily and looked at the man beside him. He narrowed his eyes and looked back at him. Unabashed, T'el reached out a hand grasping a flask of some strong-smelling drink and poked his ass. "Yer bum's burnin'."

Well at least he was an interesting fellow. "Why yes," Y'nis agreed, looking over his shoulder at his sizzled behind. "Yes it is." Pulling one arm towards him, he balled up his hand into a fist and rubbed the sand off of his face much like a cat. "You look a little chapped yourself," he retorted, seeing the telltale signs of red on the others skin and the chap on his lips. "Funny fellow, Rubkat." He laid his head back down on the sand, sideways this time so his face was free and facing T'el. He nodded to his own statement. "Mmmmm. The sun is a joke. I love it."

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A smooth brow arched and T'el cocked a lazy grin, tilting his head with amusement. Not the reaction he was expecting from this sun-tanner..but not too unexpected. He licked his lips, leaving a good deal of spit behind, and smacked them thoughtfully, "Yessir yes indeed." He chirped after a moment, nodding to himself, "i suppose I do have a bit of a scorch on me."

A soft cackle that flittered into a giggle slipped past his lips and he took yet another swig of his drink, hiccuping only to laugh mid-way. "Bloody thing is a devil." He chirped too cheerfully, "F'I had my way, it'd be nothin' but a shardin' piece'a coal in my dinner's fire."

The man gave another giggle and plopped to the side, perching his head upon a hand as he gave the other a curious look over, pausing to stare at a bit of sand on the other's cheek he'd missed. He stared without a word for a stretching second, his gaze seemingly blank and thoughtless....but before one could even begin to really consider what he was up to, he leaned forwards and licked up the other's cheek, turning to the side to spit out the sand. "Nasty nasty grit that." He grumbled, glaring at the wet sand,, and rolled onto his back, "Gets in my arse when I take a nap it does. Nasty stuff."

Sjueth began to shake his head, lazily turning to walk into the shade, settling near the Purple. He spared the other a glance as he curled his tail around himself, laying his head down while His rambled on....abotu sand.

[Kila]

Yusriyath crouched down farther as Sjueth made to approach him. Try as he might, crafty as he ever could be, there was hiding for the ostentatiously-colored Purple. He stayed still, eyes whirring quickly, as the far larger Iron penetrated the shade of the island and layed himself down nearby. He seemed to have no interest in Yusriyath whatsoever, sparing him only a glance, but it certainly wasn't the case for the other party. Yusriyath carefully sniffed in his direction, deciphering him with his eyes and judging a mile a minute. It was obviously a standoff- a test of his will. How would he meet this challenge? The silent game! He relaxed his stance but not his gaze. He would win!

Y'nis, likewise, was beginning to turn the encounter into a game. T'el was friendly, if not a little creepy, and for that reason alone Y'nis was inclined to like him. There were not enough friendly people in the world, willing, like he and this man, to strike up a conversation with a naked stranger and meet new people. Motives? The thought didn't cross the young man's mind. Overlooking the sinister aspect, Y'nis was intrigued and pleased with the other riders lazy manner and way of speech. They might be fine friends.

T'el was staring at him. Y'nis stared right back. They could gaze into each others eyes~ ooooh, dreamy! It had been ages since he'd been with someone he could play with. He did not move or flinch when T'el suddenly leaned in towards him, unsure of his intentions but intrigued to see them, and licked a stray piece of sand from his cheek and spat it aside, "Manly," Y'nis piped up without thinking, "But not very attractive. The spitting, I mean, sir-ee."

Dog it all- Y'nis was intrigued! Not that it took much, but his curiosity was stirring and about to rampage about. It was best to satisfy it. "Soooooo," he drawled, propping himself up eagerly on his elbows, "What's your name?" he asked girlishly, accompanying it with a raising of his legs at the knees and flutter of them.

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...he was being stared at. Sjueth seemed to frown, his consciousness tugging at T'el's mind as the Iron gave a long sigh, rolling that one eye to stare right back at the Purple. While he wasn't sure why the dragon was trying to stare through his hide, he wasn't about to ask him why. So he'd stare right back, and if lady luck was on his side, the other would get a clue and leave him a lone to nap.

T'el arched a brow at the other's comment, giving a high-pitched giggle at the thought, "I don't really care how unattractive it is or isn't." He chirped with a lopsided grin, "Stopped caring a looong time ago, prettyboy." He gave a wink and settled a bit more comfortably on the sand, yawning lazily.

"T'el, of Iron Sjueth." he replied unconsciously, closing his eyes as he stretched out, giving a pleased hum and a lick of his lips. He tilted his head and opened his eyes, giving the other a once-over again as though only just seeing him for the first time. "You?"

[Kila]

He didn't care about what other people thought of him? OH BOY! This was exciting- Y'nis had found that these sort of people were the most fun to be around. Why? There was the obvious, and then the fact that he was just the same way! Oh what trouble two people who didn't give into the expectations of others could have...

"T'elllllllll," he repeated, trying out the others name when it was given and rolling the 'l' in an odd way. What did the name give him? Not much, but T'el's actions spoke far more than words. And it did seem sort of..... tough somehow. Tough like the Iron he rode. It was interesting how this manliness embodied in him was sharply contrasted by the eerie girlishness of his giggle. Y'nis giggled too. They had odd similarities.

"My name?" Y'nis replied coyly, feigning innocence and looking to the sky through his eyelashes as the name question was returned. He lowered them and rested his chin on his shoulder in T'el's direction. "It's Y'nis!" he replied enthusiastically in a volume suddenly far too loud for the occasion. "And the lovely Purple bird hiding in the trees back there is my darling Yusriyath. Isn't that right, YuMine!!!" he sang.

Yusriyath, however, was paying His no attention. All of his focus was instead still trained on Sjueth- the mysterious Iron invader who had landed on his island! The quiet game was going brilliantly, and the Purple continued to stare intensely at Sjueth, but it was so very hard! The Iron was so good at this! Yusriyath had hung on for as long as he could. Hello big Iron dragon friend! he burst out in a chatter, terribly excited. What is your name? Who is Yours? What are you doing here? Are you Alizadehths' friend? Are you a bad guy? Do you belong to Dalibor? You're not going to tell on us, are you? Do you swim? What's your favorite color???

"Soooooooo, T'el," Y'nis continued, taking on the tone of a girl beating around the bush but wanting something from her father. But this was indeed a serious matter. With no forewarning, Y'nis stuck his face in the other Rider's, their noses close enough that they touched. "What do you know... about the renegades?" How fun! This was just like 20 questions!

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"Y'nis, eh?" T'el drawled lazily, cracking open one eye to give him a lingering look that--while it should have been dramatic--seemed comedic as he gave a sudden-giggle half-way through, "Fittin'." He cackled after a moment, oddly amused with the sound of the man's name, finding it almost girly and altogether too perfect for the girly-man before him. As for the dragon, well, he didn't recognize or really acknowledge the name. He didn't associate much with dragons...save for his darling of darlings Sjueth. And Sju would decide whether or not the purple was interesting enough.

Although the thoughts of irritation and confusion coming from the great Iron made those chances fairly low.

Sjueth gave a long sigh and sat up a bit more properly, his front paws crossed elegantly and his hind folded carefully as he lifted up his neck, dipping his head subtly as he gave Yusriyath a long stare. It had only been a matter of time before the Purple exploded.
My name is Sjueth. Mine is T'el. I am resting. I do not know of nor care to know of him or her. I can be considered 'bad'. We know of but do not belong to Dalibor. I have no reason to tell anyone of this meeting. I detest swimming aside from necessity. And I do not favor colors.
All was said smoothly and with crisp pronunciation, his eye patient as it whirled slowly, but the slightly annoyed look in the position of his jaw foretold it was a mere shadow of patience. While the Iron had always been an easy-going--if strict--fellow, he disliked exuberance. Unfortunately, it had always been his luck to be stuck with children and....insane dragons..karma, perhaps?

T'el went cross-eyed as he looked at the other's nose, suddenly so very close to his own, and gave a grunt of reply before lazily kissing the tip of Y'nis's nose with a snicker. "I know of them..." He drawled as he suddenly shifted, slipping a finger beneath the other's chin and holding. "'Course..." He tilted the man's head curiously, arching a brow as he inspected the blackette patiently, "I may know more or less than you..not that its really of any importance."

Deciding he liked what he saw, the Iron-rider leaned in, pressing his lips hungrily against the other's for a quick kiss, only to withdraw away with a smug giggle a moment later. "D'ror--tight-ass bum that he is--invited me to play his little game." He grinned and licked his lips again, tempted to kiss the other again...but changed his mind halfway and slid a hand beneath the other's chest, pushing insistantly in an attempt to get the other to roll over before leaning down for a bruising kiss, "Why? You one of Mr. Bossman's toy soldiers?"

[Kila]

Yusriyath listened intently as Sjueth calmly answered all of his questions- an uncommon occurrence. Most others were overwhelmed by Yusriyath's sudden explosions of questions or opted to just ignore him. Sjueth was a new friend, though, and his tolerance might not last for long. Oh nooooo, are you considered bad often, then, Sjueth? Is Yours bad too? I'm veryvery glad you won't tell anyone that you met me and Mine, because Mine and his people want to hide it for some reason, though we don't care as much. You should meet Alizadehth, she is very pretty and Queeney, but she had little patience for me. Why do you not like swimming and colors? Yusriyath seemed to babble on endlessly, but he did have interest in each question that his mind skipped to and that he asked. He would in all probability press his luck until it ran out.

Y'nis had never been told his name was fitting before, but he chose to take it as a compliment and gave T'el a wide, toothy smile. When Y'nis brought his face close to the other Rider's tone suddenly resembling seriousness (for it VERY rarely ever was completely serious) he was surprised when T'el pecked him on the nose. Seriousness obliterated as easily as that, he went slightly cross-eyed to see his own nose and wiggled it back and forth. Before he knew it, though, his attention was forcefully shifted back to T'el's face. The man had slipped a finger underneath his chin and held it towards him. As he attested to knowing of the renegades, perhaps no more or less than him, he tilted Y'nis' chin and observed him. Y'nis took the opportunity to do the same. The outdoors and its elements had not treated T'el well, but underneath all his scruff he really was a handsome man. What had T'el been like before he'd come to the Western Continent? There was surely a story to tell.

Y'nis was surprised again when T'el swooped in for a quick but hungry kiss. He pulled away before Y'nis could respond and then giggled smugly before talking about D'ror. So he knew the BrownRider, which meant he had had some form of extensive contact with the renegade leader, but what was he doing bouncing back and forth so carelessly from action to words. Y'nis, for one, had not gotten any action for some time, and he was thriving on the flirting that was going on. He preferred to flirt above getting involved, but if that was what the flirting led to it was often exciting. Y'nis was flirtatious by nature and flirted and responded without even thinking about it. Between words and predatory looks, T'el slid his hand under Y'nis' chest and pushed him over onto his back, Y'nis not putting up much of a fight at all. Thus pushed over into the sand, T'el bore down on him and kissed him roughly. It was exciting and Y'nis played along, opening his mouth slightly and returning the kiss as their lips were crushed together. When they pulled away Y'nis flipped the messy black waves of hair out of his face and exhaled, looking up at T'el with strikingly sapphire eyes. "Mr. Bossman's? Why no, can't say I'm his," Y'nis played, "I was just wondering what you knew about them. I've heard of these renegades you see, and even seen them briefly, but noooooo, I'm not-" he cut his eyes dramatically and smirked- "One of them." As Y'nis fabricated his lie out of the air, he let one of his fingers trace up the arm beside him that steadied T'el, meandering across the chest and flicking off the shoulder when he finished speaking. Game on.

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At the Purple's first comment, Sjueth's eye narrowed. Considered bad often..? He gave a dry rumble that sounded oddly akin to T'el's more solemnly sorrowful laughs. More often than I would like. He mumbled softly, eye whirling an unhappy but oddly colorless shade...as though he were not experiencing an emotion, but rather a hollowness.

People consider Mine to be worse...and he has become what they expect him to be. He glanced over at T'el, an oddly pleased look on his face, Mine is bad...because they wanted him to be bad. He tilted his head, oddly talkative about the matter. T'el had adapted...had changed to counter the emotions and opinions of others...why would he not be brimming with pride? I do not often get to fly with queens. He replied after a moment, yawning, Not sense we left our home. Perhaps, if Mine is interested, we will meet this one.

Mine..this purple knows of a queen of sorts...who seems to be like them.
T'el arched a brow thoughtfully at the Iron's words, a snide smirk on his lips. D'ror had mentioned having 'friends,' but so far he'd really only met the grumpy black. But he'd heard of an orangerider. This could be her...which meant that they knew her...interesting indeed.

I am not built to swim...it is unpleasent. And I do not mind colors...I simply have no favorites.

"Really~?" There was challenge in the Ironrider's tone, and a wild look in his eyes, gleaming behind his suave smirk and the familiar, elegant narrowing of his eyes. But his gaze was mad...crazed and whirling much like his dragon's as he leaned down, humming in pleasure at the feel of a finger running up his arm and on his chest. "That's...very odd."

He pressed his lips in a lingering, wet kiss at the man's collarbone. With the skill of an experienced--if devious--lover he trailed his tongue along the bone, eyes at a lazy half-mast as he licked up to the man's neck, latching onto his jaw in a sudden bite before withdrawing quickly and nibbling at the otherside. "You see....Sjueth tells me.." He shifted, kissing down the man's neck even as a hand moved from the sand, fingers ghosting down his chest and coming oh-so-close to that which waited just beyond his pantline, "Tells me that that lovely purple of yours...knows a lovely dragoness...that...just so happens to have...."

He shifted, taking a moment to kiss the blackette, before cheerfully kissing down the man's chest along the trail he'd laid with his hands, "Been...mentioned to me....and labeled as Bossman's pretty queeny...so if you aren't a crazy rene-rene like them...then what on earth could you be~?"

[Kila]

Y'nis let his cheek touch the sand as he turned his head in pleasure, giving T'el an even better shot as he kissed his collarbones. He suppressed a shiver as T'el ran his tongue along the bone itself and then up his neck. Y'nis gave a small (but not displeased) yelp of surprise when T'el struck out and nipped him. The pale man's skin could not take such excitement- he would surely have a tell-tale bruise the next day.

The silly rider's lies must have been thin indeed, for T'el dashed them to pieces in no time. Sjueth, his Iron no doubt, had told him that.... Yudarling.... had mentioned.... something. It was very difficult to keep any manner of thought process when T'el's big hands were moving over him and ghosting to and fro. As T'el brushed away the sand on Y'nis' body on a trail that lead, well, downhill, Y'nis reached up and under his shirt to let his fingers brush down T'el's chest and sides at the same rate that his hands touch him. He stopped at the top of his hip bones and slowly began to trace them downward in a pleasing V.

"Oh, YuMine... is such a loudmouth... and besides.... he knows everyone," Y'nis managed to get out as they shiftily explored one another. It felt just exquisite to be touched after being stranded out in no mans land doing 'rene-rene' things for so long. "I wouldn't know at all..." he trailed his fingers further down the V, "Who the queeny belongs to.... And as for me... I could be anyone.... maybe even just a walrus baking in the sun." Y'nis grinned- he amused himself. Even though his story was busted he could still play with the pieces, whether T'el believed them or not. Regardless, he liked the direction that things were going.

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T'el made a pleased sound in the back of his throat as hands rose beneath his shirt, a subtle smirk on his lips as he continued to let his own hands wander. It was an unusual situation, what these two had managed, but...he wouldn't deny in the least that he was exceptionally pleased with the outcome. Who wouldn't be pleased to not only find a handsome naked man on a beach, but find a handsome naked man on the beach...who liked to...enjoy himself? No one, that's who.

A lazy smirk slid slowly back onto his face as he shifted, fingers roaming down the man's thighs as though to tauntingly avoid the matter at hand. His eyes never left Y'nis's, their bland depths gleaming with mischief and a promise of fun.
What kind of fun, however, was a mystery. T'el liked so many different games, you know.

A noticeable shiver ran down his spine as his new playmate's hands began to wander more, tracing his hips in a pleasing manner. He gave a soft hum of encouragement and let his own hands wander back upwards, tracing the purple-rider's hipbones before ghosting them back to his shoulders and pinning them. "Really? That's quite a friend list, isn't it?" he crooned, leaning low to whisper over the other's ear, "Although...its rather strange that the dragon knows everyone...and the rider does not." He smirked, slipping his tongue out to run it slowly around the shell of Y'nis's ear, "See...generally...if a dragon knows someone...doesn't the rider know them too~?"

He moved to the side and nipped at the man's jaw, blatantly refusing to kiss him as he moved his hands downward again, pinning his hips to the sand as he moved to trail kisses again on the other's chest, taking a moment to leave a long wet lick on a nipple before wandering away again. "Shame, shame...to find a walrus instead of a playmate." He whispered with an exaggerated sigh as he grudgingly rose, looking pitifully sad about the whole ordeal, but smirking like a devil in his eyes, "See...I can't associate with walruses~ I make a point of knowing what I play with." He winked, smirking smugly, and moved to turn, "Oh well. Can't be helped. Let me know if you...discover yourself, hm?"

[Kila]

Y'nis was terribly pleased by the faces and sounds T'el made when he touched him. All this added pleasure was a mere bonus to Y'nis, who usually messed with people to get a reaction out of them. That T'el was playing back made things a million times more fun. Y'nis hummed with pleasure as T'el touch, nipped, licked, and teased him.

And again, Y'nis was busted. T'el was not buying his feeble lies. Y'nis nipped back at him when he pinned him down by the shoulders, failing under the might of the others superior strength. When T'el again began to trail down, Y'nis abandoned his struggle and melted back into the sand, his skin prickling with pleasure everywhere T'el touched it.

But just as quickly as things had begun to heat up, T'el was suddenly rising and shaking his head sadly, a mock look of tragedy on his face. Bollucks, see what my nonsense gets me? Y'nis sat up and flicked his hair over his shoulder, seemingly unperturbed. Nevertheless, a tell-tale smile lingered on his lips that pinned him still as a player in the game; one at which both players were exceedingly good. "What a shame indeed," Y'nis replied with his own exaggerated sigh, a sparkle in his eye. "The walri are a very special people, whether I am one or not. But I have no intention of being discovered, you see? It's a... take me or leave me kind of deal."

There were at least three tiny takers to this statement. No doubt drawn by the sudden mischievous spike in Theirs's mind, T'el and Y'nis were no longer alone on the beach. In a flurry of wings and screeches, Blue, Green, and Brown firelizards, one of each color, clawed their way out of the cold of between and into the tropical heat to pester and torment Theirs and whoever was in the vicinity as always.

"FLIT! HEN! COCORI!!!" Y'nis yowled as the three immediately dive bombed into him, bowling him over back onto his back. The Green, Hen, stayed down, digging her way furiously into Y'nis's tangled hair, and the Blue and Brown, Flit and Cocori, swerved and began to fly at and around T'el, screeching and occasionally running into him and lashing out with their tiny claws. They did belong to Y'nis, but they were in no way domesticated or well-tempered little beasts.

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T'el smirked, turning to look over his shoulder with a flash of dignified rebellion as he gave a soft, high giggle, running a hand through his hair, "Take me or leave me?" He repeated, rolling his eyes, "I take what I want...when I want. And unfortunately..." He licked his lips, making a proper show of swaying his hips as he walked off, "I'm more interested in information than toying around with pretty men~"

He gave a long, pitiful sigh and pouted, looking again to Y'nis, "Its rather depressing--you looked oh so delightful..." His eyes glinted with promise as he gave a lop-sided grin, "And I could make you...feel even more delightful. Alas! Tis a take it or leave it..not a give and take."

The crazed Iron rider gave a mad cackle and clucked, Sjueth rising from his resting place, moving towards the ocean as though preparing to leave. But then those nasty flits came into play, and T'el gave a squeak of surprise, ducking and snarling as they rose to the challenge of attacking him. Sjueth, however, was not as surprised as T'el at their sudden appearence, and he gave a low growl of warning that turned into a roar as he charged to His's side, snapping at the flits with the intent to eat, not just to warn.

The Iron curled protectively around his rider, one wing spread out to hide him from the fire lizards as he attempted to watch them both with his one eye, rumbling like an angered wher with hatchlings underfoot. T'el rolled his eyes from his little cocoon and lifted the dragon's wing, peeking out, "I'll assume these little pests are yours?"

[Kila]

How disheartening; it looked like T'el was going to leave after all. Y'nis would have liked to tell him what he wanted, if it made him stay and play more, but that meant he would have to concede in their little game and let T'el come out on top. I wouldn't mind him on top of me! So as much as Y'nis wanted to slide on over and wrap himself around him like a needy feline, he remained with his naked but on the sand with obnoxious defiance.

"Well if you don't want me then perhaps it's better if you do go after all," he said, casting down his eyes through his thick lashes (but not before watching T'el move his hips as he walked off). "Otherwise you would have taken me already. It really is a shame you're more interested in facts than fun- I would have pegged you as more exciting than that." But T'el's eye did promise excitement if Y'nis would only give- they glinted as he grinned with malintent. Y'nis was tickled by his words. "Oh but I am delightful. I suppose we'll have to save the feeling until we next meet and you've found out your silly facts."

It was about that time that the mad flitters attacked, bowling over Y'nis and turning immediately to attack T'el. From the cover his Iron growled and roared, charging out to defend His. The King did not play and snapped out with the intention to kill. Flit and Cocori did not like that, nor did they like that Sjueth took the liberty of shielding their target under his wing, where they would not try to go. Screeching and screaming they returned to Y'nis and flew around his head in a tizzy. Hen, who Y'nis had only just succeeded in pulling out of his hair, scratched her way out of his hands and joined them. Y'nis threw his heads over his head for protection.

"Aye! The little monsters are mine, I'm sorry to say. I regret the day I fed you when you smashed free of your eggs! Argggh!" He crouched as Hen swooped at him and began to shrilly chide him for his statement. "Bloody nuisances, you are! How would you like it if I fed you to the pretty man's Iron?" They did not and voiced it loudly.

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T'el gave a smooth smirk, tilting his head with an oddly low--for him--rumble of a chuckle, "Oh I want you alright." He crooned, teasingly whining in the back of his throat, "And believe me, I'm being...very courteous and not just..." His eyes flashed wildly, "Takin' ya and runnin' off." He sashayed a couple steps closer, winking, "But y' see...I like y' enough that I might want to.." he licked his lips, "Romp around more than once. And I adore a..." He gave another whine, tilting his chin up subtly to set the other with a needy--but far too mischievous to be real--stare, "..willing partner...and if you don't want me enough to divulge a teensy secret or two..." His lips twisted into a manic grin and he giggled, licking his lips again, "Then mayhaps y' don't want me enough."

Before he could continue those flits barged in, the youth immediately defended by his darling Iron. T'el peered curiously out of Y'nis from his winged hideaway, sending a thought or two to Sjueth before slinking out and heading towards the other. Sjueth followed, silent as ever, and gave a rumble of warning as he spread his wings again, this time sliding them over both Y'nis and T'el, warning the flits with a snap of his jaws.

Safe beneath the iron's massive wings T'el grinned, sidling over to Y'nis. He lazily crawled into the man's lap, smirking like a devil as he pressed their lips together once more, taking special care to make it linger and burn before he snickered and withdrew, giving the man's crotch an approving lift of his brows. "You have some nasty pets." He rumbled softly, turning to lean against Sjueth's chest for a moment, getting back to his feet with a hum after only a second had passed, "Well! We'll be off then~!" He chirped, wheeling around and pushing on the dragon until he lifted his wings and knelt. T'el flung a look over his shoulder at Y'nis, winking as he gave a high giggle, "I'll hope t' see ya around, Mister Not-a-rene~"