Post by meah on Jun 13, 2008 23:12:27 GMT -5
Status Being Applied For: green fire lizard
Reason for Wanting this Status: Because really, the boy needs something besides his hair to project his insanity onto (no, I don't have a better reason for saying it)
Sample Post, including this Status: Iraink glanced suspiciously at the doorway. He was hiding in the back corner of the candidates' barracks, watching for people. Sidhka was sitting in his lap, whispering their secret plots to him as he stroked the soft skin on her wings. The little fire lizard was sending him calming feelings, with a tinge of the green that accompanied everything she thought, but the Sidhka in his head was telling him things that were far from calming.
And that boy whose bed is three over from yours. she helped him count each one in between. You know the one. He's planning on putting something in your bread tonight. Don't eat anything he doesn't.
Iraink nodded and kissed the top of the flit's green head. He was extremely grateful for having her to spy on all the other candidates. He couldn't watch them all at the same time, because they made him do work to “pay” for his bed. They probably had a trap set up in the springs to catch him unsuspecting, where they would drop threads on him in his sleep.
The door hadn't opened in several hours, but that didn't make him feel any safer. The only thing that did was the warm and fuzzy feeling he couldn't explain but he knew was coming from Sidhka. Kissing her head again, Iraink sighed. ”How do you do this to me, Sheek? Tell me these things and make me feel calm all at once...”
The little creature looked up at him and made the kind of squawking purr that Iraink had become used to hearing only when they were alone. It was at that moment that he realised that no one was going to come in right then. Likely, they were brewing the poison for the bread he was going to avoid eating later. Maybe someone else would eat it first. That was an idea. He could trick someone into trying it first. He would tell them that he couldn't taste and he wanted to know how it tasted. They would believe that. He'd told them he couldn't smell before, although he could now. He appreciated the scents of the food he would never eat without checking if it was poisoned. They were planning to kill him, after all. He hadn't decided exactly who they were. But they were going to kill him if he wasn't careful. The only person that he had really decided wasn't one of them was A'tair.
A'tair had been nice to him from the first time they met. Iraink remembered very vividly, much to Sidhka's chagrin, the day when A'tair had brought him to the weyr. He had spoken to Iraink in a way that he had never heard before. He had spoken to Iraink as an equal. He'd dragged Iraink out of the pit that his father had made for him. Iraink sank into a state of reminiscing that made Sidhka (the flit) nuzzle his hand and send a flurry of worried images of the shuddering, whimpering Iraink into the boy's mind as he babbled.
Reason for Wanting this Status: Because really, the boy needs something besides his hair to project his insanity onto (no, I don't have a better reason for saying it)
Sample Post, including this Status: Iraink glanced suspiciously at the doorway. He was hiding in the back corner of the candidates' barracks, watching for people. Sidhka was sitting in his lap, whispering their secret plots to him as he stroked the soft skin on her wings. The little fire lizard was sending him calming feelings, with a tinge of the green that accompanied everything she thought, but the Sidhka in his head was telling him things that were far from calming.
And that boy whose bed is three over from yours. she helped him count each one in between. You know the one. He's planning on putting something in your bread tonight. Don't eat anything he doesn't.
Iraink nodded and kissed the top of the flit's green head. He was extremely grateful for having her to spy on all the other candidates. He couldn't watch them all at the same time, because they made him do work to “pay” for his bed. They probably had a trap set up in the springs to catch him unsuspecting, where they would drop threads on him in his sleep.
The door hadn't opened in several hours, but that didn't make him feel any safer. The only thing that did was the warm and fuzzy feeling he couldn't explain but he knew was coming from Sidhka. Kissing her head again, Iraink sighed. ”How do you do this to me, Sheek? Tell me these things and make me feel calm all at once...”
The little creature looked up at him and made the kind of squawking purr that Iraink had become used to hearing only when they were alone. It was at that moment that he realised that no one was going to come in right then. Likely, they were brewing the poison for the bread he was going to avoid eating later. Maybe someone else would eat it first. That was an idea. He could trick someone into trying it first. He would tell them that he couldn't taste and he wanted to know how it tasted. They would believe that. He'd told them he couldn't smell before, although he could now. He appreciated the scents of the food he would never eat without checking if it was poisoned. They were planning to kill him, after all. He hadn't decided exactly who they were. But they were going to kill him if he wasn't careful. The only person that he had really decided wasn't one of them was A'tair.
A'tair had been nice to him from the first time they met. Iraink remembered very vividly, much to Sidhka's chagrin, the day when A'tair had brought him to the weyr. He had spoken to Iraink in a way that he had never heard before. He had spoken to Iraink as an equal. He'd dragged Iraink out of the pit that his father had made for him. Iraink sank into a state of reminiscing that made Sidhka (the flit) nuzzle his hand and send a flurry of worried images of the shuddering, whimpering Iraink into the boy's mind as he babbled.
