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Post by shadowreine on May 1, 2011 20:19:39 GMT -5
Tiffanie sighed a little bit. "Cioeth? You are the most beautiful dragon on Earth. I don't care what Eturynth or her rider have to say about it."
Cioeth nudged her. "Besides. She's only a green. She's not special, like you are. And she's an arrogant bitch. She's worse than my mother."
Unfortunately, Tiffanie was speaking out loud. Or perhaps she didn't particularly care who heard what she had to say about the other weyrling. Sure, they had seniority on her, but they had also tried to mar Cioeth's hatching.
Cioeth had forgotten...Tiffanie had come to realize that the Pernese were quite serious about dragon memories...but Tiffanie hadn't. And if Eturynth wasn't such a bitch...then those other eggs might not have been stolen.
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Post by Wolfy on May 6, 2011 13:54:35 GMT -5
"Well, my dear. If it isn't the Team Freakshow."
Smooth, lustful, and cruel, the voice rang out from the shadows. It was feminine, but only just. The voice was followed by the rumble of draconic laughter, and the high trilling of a firelizard.
"You do know me, don't you? Or are you dreaming idiots more stupid than even I thought of you?"
Suddenly, there were eyes. Eyes shining out of the dark along the wall, red and cruel and full of hatred. As if coming out untouched from black ink, a beautiful face topped with perfect gold slowly appeared, looking even more exotic with the red, scarlet, orange and gold minidress and summer fashioned heels. Her face was perfectly composed, and cruel laughter resounded from her eyes.
"Well? Are you dumb too? What a pity."
This was followed by her laughter, lovely and clear as bells. The dragon stepped out of the shadows, a pale green that was perfectly formed and pale as sun through the clearest green jade. A flitter emerged next, green also, gliding to her Mistress to land upon her shoulder.
Alex had no patience with those who would eventually usurp the power she was building. And Eturynth had no patience with those that would challenge her position, espescially if they were disgusting freaks as Cioeth was, a mix, an abomination. At least her blood was pure.
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Post by shadowreine on May 8, 2011 15:47:36 GMT -5
OOC: How short is her skirt?
Tiffanie turned. "No. I prefer to save my words for people who actually deserve to be spoken to." She had not intended to come out that roughly, but Alex...
Like rider, like dragon, the green clearly as vain and arrogant as the woman she had chosen to bond to. Likely deliberately...likely she had looked for somebody as annoying as she was. The two deserved one another.
Cioeth hissed and spread her wings. She knew from her rider's mind what a 'freakshow' was. And she also knew she was far more lovely than Eturynth.
Tiffanie, in all honesty, would leave the 'far' out...you could not really deny that Eturynth was a particularly pretty dragon. But she would openly to her rider. Alex needed taking down a few dozen pegs. "At least *my* dragon didn't start a fight on the *hatching grounds*.
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