Sandroth growled at the green who passed by him at training. J'sor scolded him of course, telling his dragonet to behave. Sandroth stifled his next growl, and apologized to his beloved J'sor. But that didn't stop his mind from lashing out at that arrogant green Makonath.
Sandroth! J'sor said firmly, and Sandroth jumped, turning to face his rider.
What? He asked, seeing J'sor scowling down at him, and feeling bad for hurting his rider. But J'sor got into fights too! And J'sor didn't think to highly of most the other people who had Impressed, so why should he, Sandroth, have to like his clutch mates? He asked J'sor that, and he felt his rider's confusion, only making Sandroth more confused as well.
Because...J'sor began unsurely, and then reached up to stroke his little Ulari's head knobs, and then just shrugged. Because you need to be able to get along with the other dragons Sandy, otherwise where'll we be during Thread?
Who cares? Sandroth said, and wondered again what Thread for sure was. J'sor had explained it before, but Sandroth still didn't understand. And there was a brown coming too close now! Sandroth felt a rumbling growl in his throat and the brown Cranith leapt back a little in surprise, and Sandroth could feel his clutch mate speaking to his own rider. Sandroth lifted his head arrogantly, and stretched out lazily. No one should bother him now; no one at all.
That's what you think, fool! A commanding voice yelled at him, and Sandroth warbled in surprise, looking up to see an angry golden Alsyth staring right at him, her eyes whirling. He bared his teeth at her, and ignored J'sor's commands to knock it off. Somewhere in the distance he could hear a female voice commanding Alsyth to do the same thing.
I was here first. Sandroth said proudly, and felt a growll starting again from deep within him. He expected Alsyth to growl back, and he thought she just might, until Alsyth's rider gave an especially forceful command that her queen just couldn't disobey. He heard the girl apologize to his J'sor, and watched the pair go off to sit with the other girls. Sandroth would have smirked if he had the features. He looked up at J'sor, expecting his beloved to be angry, but instead J'sor had a grin on his face. For a brief moment Sandroth thought he'd gotten J'sor's approval for being aggressive, until he followed J'sor's gaze and saw him looking at Moree. Sandroth immediately knew that human emotions where settling in, that J'sor was too old for a human to ignore sexual impulse. Sandroth grunted in disgust, hoping he could break J'sor of that habit.
For surely J'sor knew that Moree girl was a goldrider, and a blue like Sandroth would never fly the queen? And surely J'sor knew that Sandroth wouldn't fly anyway, for he detested the other dragons. Surely J'sor knew this. Surely. |
