Post by Kitari on May 28, 2008 18:31:48 GMT -5
Status Being Applied For: Currently owned blue fire lizard
Reason for Wanting this Status: It is proper for a Lordling to have a flit, and it increases the tension between him and his brother as they suspect each other of having gotten larger eggs.
Hold Name and Description: N/A
Hall Location and Description: N/A
Sample Post, including this Status: A surreptitious glance over his shoulder reassured Treylis that he had finally shaken that nuisancy kitchen worker. He had been furious when, on his way to meeting his brother, the woman had demanded he sweep the corridor! His hands were already raw (well, not really) from all of the horrid dishwashing and other demeaning, laborious tasks he had been forced to complete. Considering his plans for today, Treylis might have marched off, refusing to suffer yet another menial chore, but he didn't want to raise suspicion.
The Weyr considered him broken, beaten into submission, but Treylis was far from it. The bruise around his eye was gradually fading from purple to yellow, but it still smarted, as did his injured pride. He had snatched the broom from the woman and began to move it woodenly across the floor, performing this chore as awkwardly as he had all of the others, until she, satisfied, had left. Now, he was striding across the Bowl purposefully, ready to be free of this place forever. His light brown eyes flickered upwards to pick out Rukbat's position, and his mouth twisted into a displeased scowl. He was late for the meeting with Aclaryn. He absolutely loathed being late.
Panther, his blue fire lizard, was feeding off of these strong emotions, whirling around Treylis in a dizzying blur, hissing all the while. The young man appreciated this show of support, but he raised his arm and commanded the flitter to settle down. After all, it would hardly do any good to control his outward emotions if the fire lizard revealed them all. Panther reluctantly landed on the proffered arm, digging his front claws loosely into the shoulder of Treylis's tunic. Every once in a while, the blue emitted a small hiss, but his whirling eyes had slowed a great deal.
Finally, the entrance to the stables appeared, and Treylis paused to gather himself. Aclaryn may or may not be inside already; after all, he didn't care one bit about being on time. Still, the young Lordling wanted to prepare himself, just in case Aclaryn surprised him. He took a deep, calming breath, and his facial features relaxed somewhat, although they still held a hint of a dark expression. This will soon be over, he reminded himself, seeking composure. Soon, Aclaryn and I will be far away from here. The thought never entered his mind to leave without his brother, although it would secure his inheritance and end the competition he had struggled through his entire life. After all, Treylis was a fair player, and he wanted to win because he was the best.
As prepared as he ever would be, Treylis whipped open the door and strode in. Whenever the Lordling was in a temper such as this, a dark cloud always seemed to enter the room with him, and today was no exception. His eyes were cold and hard, but his face was calm, determined. A dark brow raised slightly in surprise at the realization that Aclaryn was indeed present already, but there was no time for theatrics. "Aclaryn! We finally get to speak. They've kept us as busy as drudges around here for the past sevenday." His tone held all of the scorn and pent-up frustration he had been experiencing during this humiliation.
"But no matter." Treylis shook his head, and a faint smile creased his otherwise stony face. "We'll finally be free, eh, bro?" In a totally uncharacteristic expression of kinship, Treylis clapped his brother on the shoulder, however briefly, before glancing around at the surrounding stalls. "I wanted to give it some time, so they wouldn't be watching us so closely. I swear, that arrogant bluerider who brought us here has been sneering at me every time I turn around." That was the man who had darkened Treylis's eye when the Lordling put up a fight during the Search. At least the fool bore some marks of his own, as Panther had been quite free with the use of his talons! The blue fire lizard hummed in pleasure on Treylis's arm.
"Shall we, then?" he queried, gesturing to the nearest runnerbeasts.
Reason for Wanting this Status: It is proper for a Lordling to have a flit, and it increases the tension between him and his brother as they suspect each other of having gotten larger eggs.
Hold Name and Description: N/A
Hall Location and Description: N/A
Sample Post, including this Status: A surreptitious glance over his shoulder reassured Treylis that he had finally shaken that nuisancy kitchen worker. He had been furious when, on his way to meeting his brother, the woman had demanded he sweep the corridor! His hands were already raw (well, not really) from all of the horrid dishwashing and other demeaning, laborious tasks he had been forced to complete. Considering his plans for today, Treylis might have marched off, refusing to suffer yet another menial chore, but he didn't want to raise suspicion.
The Weyr considered him broken, beaten into submission, but Treylis was far from it. The bruise around his eye was gradually fading from purple to yellow, but it still smarted, as did his injured pride. He had snatched the broom from the woman and began to move it woodenly across the floor, performing this chore as awkwardly as he had all of the others, until she, satisfied, had left. Now, he was striding across the Bowl purposefully, ready to be free of this place forever. His light brown eyes flickered upwards to pick out Rukbat's position, and his mouth twisted into a displeased scowl. He was late for the meeting with Aclaryn. He absolutely loathed being late.
Panther, his blue fire lizard, was feeding off of these strong emotions, whirling around Treylis in a dizzying blur, hissing all the while. The young man appreciated this show of support, but he raised his arm and commanded the flitter to settle down. After all, it would hardly do any good to control his outward emotions if the fire lizard revealed them all. Panther reluctantly landed on the proffered arm, digging his front claws loosely into the shoulder of Treylis's tunic. Every once in a while, the blue emitted a small hiss, but his whirling eyes had slowed a great deal.
Finally, the entrance to the stables appeared, and Treylis paused to gather himself. Aclaryn may or may not be inside already; after all, he didn't care one bit about being on time. Still, the young Lordling wanted to prepare himself, just in case Aclaryn surprised him. He took a deep, calming breath, and his facial features relaxed somewhat, although they still held a hint of a dark expression. This will soon be over, he reminded himself, seeking composure. Soon, Aclaryn and I will be far away from here. The thought never entered his mind to leave without his brother, although it would secure his inheritance and end the competition he had struggled through his entire life. After all, Treylis was a fair player, and he wanted to win because he was the best.
As prepared as he ever would be, Treylis whipped open the door and strode in. Whenever the Lordling was in a temper such as this, a dark cloud always seemed to enter the room with him, and today was no exception. His eyes were cold and hard, but his face was calm, determined. A dark brow raised slightly in surprise at the realization that Aclaryn was indeed present already, but there was no time for theatrics. "Aclaryn! We finally get to speak. They've kept us as busy as drudges around here for the past sevenday." His tone held all of the scorn and pent-up frustration he had been experiencing during this humiliation.
"But no matter." Treylis shook his head, and a faint smile creased his otherwise stony face. "We'll finally be free, eh, bro?" In a totally uncharacteristic expression of kinship, Treylis clapped his brother on the shoulder, however briefly, before glancing around at the surrounding stalls. "I wanted to give it some time, so they wouldn't be watching us so closely. I swear, that arrogant bluerider who brought us here has been sneering at me every time I turn around." That was the man who had darkened Treylis's eye when the Lordling put up a fight during the Search. At least the fool bore some marks of his own, as Panther had been quite free with the use of his talons! The blue fire lizard hummed in pleasure on Treylis's arm.
"Shall we, then?" he queried, gesturing to the nearest runnerbeasts.
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