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Post by HG on Sept 12, 2011 20:25:45 GMT -5
The morning was misted from the rain the night before. One would think after the rain the amount of humidity in the air would have dissipated. Instead it seemed to have magnified. The running clothes he was wearing were already sticking to his well chiseled body.
Finally making his way through the complex cooridors of the Weyr he finally made it to his destination. Knocking lightly on his Wingsecond’s door he waited for a response. When it seemed the man hadn’t heard him he decided to make his presence known in other ways.
“Wake up M’nor. I know you are in there!” As much as D’seus liked his morning runs he knew that M’nor liked to sleep in. They needed to stay in top shape though which meant running, no matter how old they felt or how tired they were.
They could have a nice chat about the wing during their run too. “I promise we’ll get something good to eat between now and drills later.” It had been a good sevenday since the attack and they were going to have a real wing drill for the first time since then.
D’seus thought perhaps it was going to be a bad day for it because of the weather but there was no real help for the situation. If he put things off any longer it would be that much harder to get everyone back on track. Besides he had some things up his sleeves.
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Post by freya on Sept 14, 2011 16:08:03 GMT -5
M'nor was asleep in his bed yet he was by himself because a certain lower caverns worker named Lurei had spent the night with him. He heard his wingleader and best friend knocking on his door then said, "Go away," as he curled up to her closer. When it was apparent that he was not leaving the wingsecond heard his promises yet the wingsecond was not one to get up early. When he went to get his pants on and shirt then a pair of boots then said, "Stay as long as you want Lurei,". The young man had spent many a night with her as he was her favorite and leaned in to kiss her lightly on the lips.
When he opened his door and then said, "You could have come a little later," then smiled at D'seus. The two of them had been best friends for turns every since on the impression of their dragons on the sands all those turns ago. M'nor hated to get up early then said, "I bet I can keep pace with you old man," as he took off running. If he was going to get up early to go running then he was going to win. His competitive side was coming out as he took off running knowing that D'seus would probably outrun him in the end. D'seus took his training more seriously then what M'nor did who tended to spend more time womanizing and gambling.
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Post by HG on Sept 15, 2011 7:17:19 GMT -5
D’seus being the stubborn soul that he was, knew his friend would come out and join him, like it or not. “Later? What for?” He grinned, “Oh I see. “ The other man was more of a womanizer than the Bronzer was. “Who was it this time?” He had some guesses there were a few women who frequented M’nor’s bed chambers. Oreth seemed perfectly fine with his rider’s appetite for women.
Course he had been rethinking the focus of his life lately. As much as he loved a good tryst, since his son had spent the night he felt that there were some things that might need to be reevaluated. No he wasn’t going to give up women altogether but perhaps he should set aside less time for that and more time for his children, particularly Hinuk since the boy had idolized him for a long time. His eyes narrowed slightly, “Who are you calling old?!” Then he saw M’nor take off running. He’d be shown who was old around here. D’seus was in his prime. Old? Oh he didn’t think so! No one got away with that sort of insult, not without being shown just how in shape the Wingleader was.
“Alright, M’nor! You are on!” He ran to catch up although it would be a while before he could keep pace with him. D’seus kept himself in fantastic shape as he believed was the duty of every rider but that didn’t mean M’nor wasn’t in shape too. In fact the other man tended to keep up with D’seus’ workouts so that D’seus was training himself and the brownrider.
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Post by freya on Sept 15, 2011 21:45:46 GMT -5
M'nor heard his best friend yell at him and then smirked as he continued to run down the hallway. When he went down the stairs and had to stop to catch his breath because he hadn't warmed up before starting. The young man took a few more deep breaths and then started to jog again because he wouldn't let D'seus beat him. He was very competitive with his wing leader when he went outside and thenwent down a nearby trail that went out around the weyrbowl.
When he looked back his wing leader wasn't far behind and he yelled, "Come on old man not getting any younger here,". He smirked as he loved riding his wing leader and laughed a bit before continuing to run. M'nor realized that he shouldn't have had so much to drink last night because he felt like he was about to vomit. The stomach continued to rumble as he started to feel sweaty and started to get very dizzy. When he put his hands on his legs and was half bent over then started to vomit.
He had spent most of the night with his female companions and drinking because he had counted on the fact that he could rest today. The wingsecond hadn't counted on his wingleader D'seus wanting to go out to train. M'nor continued to vomit as he finally stopped and sighed as he was still bent over halfway. The wing second hoped that D'seus wouldn't lecture him on his drinking that sometimes got him into trouble. He felt the sun's glaring heat on him and it was making it worse as he tried to focus enough to stand up straight.
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Post by HG on Sept 19, 2011 22:00:53 GMT -5
The Bronzerider’s breathing evened out as he found himself begin to run at a steady, even pace. Keep up? Well it wasn’t the sprinter who won the race. D’seus knew better than to let the old man comments get to him. After all the whole two Turns that made up the difference of their ages was nothing. He had a son almost of Impression age, now that made him think he might be getting a bit old. Wait till one of them impressed, then he’d really be wondering if maybe he was older than he thought and felt.
When he caught up to the bent over man, he began to run in place. Best to keep the heart rate up even if he was somewhat concerned over M’nor’s vomiting. “Feeling alright there?” The smell of the vomit confirmed what he had been thinking. M’nor had been drinking quite a lot again. Women and wine, that was all the Wingsecond needed most of the time with the occasional game of poker on the side.
D’seus was not one to give in to most of those things anymore. He tried to keep those sorts of things at a distance and drink wine in moderation. Much to his dragon’s disapproval there were still a couple of bad habits he could or would not get eliminate from his lifestyle. Being a womanizing workaholic was a bit difficult but then women were in the Weyrhall at all candlemarks of the night.
“Perhaps you should take it a little slower today friend.” Better that than upset his stomach even further. “Need you in tip top condition for drills.” It was true and it gave M’nor a way out if he wanted to get out of running or he could push on through the pain and keep going. The choice though would be M’nor’s.
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Post by freya on Sept 28, 2011 15:11:55 GMT -5
"Not likely," said M'nor as he looked at his friend not willing to give up then with a deep breath wiped his mouth and then started at slow jog. M'nor could push through the pain and he would think himself for it later. He wouldn't give D'seus the satisfaction of winning and just kept a slow jog as his stomach continued to churn. The wing second hadn't been in this much pain for a long time and he continued at a slow jog. A slow jog that became easier as he continued to push through the pain. It might be time to give up drinking for awhile because he wasn't as young as he used to be.
He remembered when he was just out of weyrling training and could drink all night then train all day. M'nor had to smile at those memories and realized that they had all gotten older the last few turns. The brown rider had seen many things and was witnessing the return of thread to top it all off. While weyr business took up a lot of his time the brown rider was looking forward to taking a permanent weyrmate it was time soon enough. He was getting too old to be taken random women to bed and yet was he strong enough to settle down with one woman outside of dragon mating flights.
When he rounded a bin and had to take a small breather as he kept pushing through the pain. He turned to his friend then said, "I feel like I'm getting old," with a grin then continued to run. M'nor just kept pushing through the pain and smiled at his friend because they both would finish the morning training.
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Post by HG on Sept 29, 2011 21:10:13 GMT -5
D’seus smiled to see the other man work through the pain and start jogging. Now he would be able to jog circles around the other man. Drinking did have its adverse effects. He was glad that he had opted out of drinking since the attack although a good drink would have helped when it came to dealing with the deaths at the Weyr, especially the friends and family he had lost. The dragons who were now gone bothered him every time he thought of it. He should have known as soon as the Weyr was attacked that there would be losses and perhaps he had in the back of his mind. The idea of losing people though seemed to be kept from his conscious thought on purpose.
Now he had to look back on the choices he had made. There were people in his wing that needed to work on their fighting skills. M’nor and himself not so much and from what he heard about N’var and Razia they needed no help really. Still he thought perhaps it might be best to add extra time into practice to work on their fighting skills. If the Holdless were going to come back, and lets face it he knew they would, they would be back stronger, better armed and better skilled.
“Oh come now. You’re not allowed to be old until you retire. I need your help keeping that sloppy wing of mine in shape.” He was joking around as if nothing had happened. Even if so much had happened, it was nice to spend time with a friend and not use the time to think only of the sad and melancholy that now possessed the Weyr. He would not allow such harm to come to his Weyr again. Not that it was his but it was theirs as dragonriders. D’seus wanted to prove himself to be better than what was seen during the attack.
“Just one more mile…” He said in a steady voice. They were keeping up a good enough pace that that should be enough for one morning. Then they could have some breakfast. “You bringing your lady friend to breakfast?” If so he’d better wash up. One couldn’t be charming and handsome when drenched in sweat.
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Post by freya on Oct 3, 2011 13:36:58 GMT -5
M'nor kept on jogging as his friend seemed to go pass him without even trying. He smiled a little while he kept pushing himself and his thought wandered back to all those turns ago when they'd both stood on the sands for the hatching. It was there they had impressed and from that point on they we're more then dragon riders they'd become best friends. When D'seus had become a wing leader it wasn't much of a surprise that M'nor followed him as wing second. Their dragons we're even good friends if it was at all possible for certain dragons to be closer then others. The strain of their jogging was starting to get to him however and when he heard one more mile it made him smile.
He was ready for a break and probably wouldn't be drinking for a while at least for a few days at least. The two rounded another corner then saw a few women in passing and one of them winked at M'nor. It caused him to smile a little because he'd been with that one a few months ago and then heard the question about Lurei then turned to his friend almost stumbling as he continued to run. The young woman had become closer to him the last few weeks then anyone else. "I don't know," said M'nor as he just almost blushed at the thought of anyone actually being with him outside of his bed. He wasn't one to invite girls to breakfast after a night together and just continued to jog.
"She's different yet I don't know," said M'nor as he continued to jog and smiled at the memory of first meeting her. He had meet her not after a failed mating flight but, after he'd been injured and she'd helped a rider to take him to infirmary. M'nor had woke up to the most beautiful woman looking at him and it was over from there. The two of them had hung out most of his free time and he was tempted to take her as a weyrmate. The wing second liked the idea who wasn't a rider and was different from most of the people he'd meet.
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Post by HG on Oct 3, 2011 18:03:45 GMT -5
D’seus smiled at the women too as they ran past. He was less interested than his Wingsecond; mostly because his mind was focusing on other things. One of them being his unruly son who almost got himself killed along with a bunch of other children. If he heard one more complaint from either his foster parents or Emera the boy was going to get a good talking to. Unlike M’nor he had family issues to deal with. Must be nice to be living the life of a bachelor all of the time.
His surprise at M’nor’s reaction was kept in check. The man had not had any serious relationships with women as far as he could tell. This one was different? What the Fall had happened to the man? Was he serious? He was thinking of having a real relationship with the woman he was bedding at the moment. It took him a moment or two to respond as he digested what different meant. “She should come to breakfast.” He needed to meet this ‘different’ woman.
“What makes her different?” He asked, wondering what stood out so much that his Wingsecond would blush at the thought of having her around for breakfast. D’seus had been in love before. He’d be the perfect person to have this conversation with. Raelwyn was at Haven though and after talking several times about the situation they had come to a good conclusion. They needed to move on and have lives at the Weyrs they were living at. He was back on the market but thus far had taken things slowly.
Talk of relationships made him want to run harder. He wasn’t sure what Rhiannoth and her rider could bring to the Weyr and it put him on edge. What if she preferred young men like B’ren and then the Weyr was led by a twenty turn old? He could not see that going so well for the Weyr though he could see why a woman of that age group would want to be with a peer.
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Post by freya on Oct 10, 2011 21:48:30 GMT -5
M'nor heard his friend ask him a question that brought him out of his thoughts as he continued to run. He said, "Well, she has a spirit that is not one to take anything and she makes me laugh," as he continued to run. "She's not bad looking either and I'm not getting any younger," said M'nor as they rounded a bend. The man had to admit that he couldn't keep chasing green mating flights forever. If he wanted a normal life then he'd have to take a weyrmate and maybe even have children. He wouldn't mind a few weyrbrates running around and maybe even impressing. The thought of a child of his impressing made him smile because those with weyrblood especially boys tended to impress quite easily.
He looked at his friend where he said, "I can't keep going up in green mating flights forever," as he sighed. M'nor just wanted a semi normal life because of the attack and everything else it made him realize how precious life happened to be. The man didn't want to wake up and realize that how he had was just himself and a dragon. It would be nice to come after a thread fall to a warm welcome at his weyr and just smiled. "Wouldn't it be nice to come in after a thread fall to warm weyr and someone waiting for you instead of the cold," asked M'nor as he looked at him? His friend would understand because he was more into family then M'nor happened to be.
M'nor decided to change the subject and wondered what the bronze rider thought of the new queen transfer. It was a chance to start a new beginning and a change in leadership. "What do you think of the new queen," asked M'nor with a cocky tone because he knew the bronze rider would try for it? His brown would probably try just because yet he knew that his would not win. It had been too many turns since a brown dragon had won a gold mating flight and it would only produce a poor clutch. The gold dragon would not produce a gold egg with a brown mating with her and it couldn't be allowed. He smiled at his best friend then waited for him to speak up and continued to run matching pace with him.
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Post by HG on Oct 11, 2011 18:58:08 GMT -5
((wonderful post freya!))
He was keeping up with M’nor’s thought process. The attack had changed a lot for both of them. Where M’nor wanted something more than what he had, D’seus had learned he needed to appreciate what he already had. “Does she know you are thinking about being serious?” He tried to keep the steady conversation over the more labored breathing. The Bronzerider was keeping a good pace but it was starting to slow as they reached the three mile point. Only a couple more miles and he would feel better about having something completely yummy at breakfast.
Why not? He wondered to himself. Green flights were plenty satisfying when one was lonely. Except on the rare occasions when one got into bed with a man, that could be awkward. D’seus had his fair share of them so he was used to it by now. “The more green flights the better.” He said seriously. “For me anyway, keeps one from getting too attached.”
He felt the burn in his leg muscles and lungs as he kept running. The topic caught him off guard a little. It made him realize how much he did miss being in a relationship. He’d fallen in love and had his love taken away off to another Weyr for the good of Pern. If that wasn’t sacrifice he didn’t know what was. Now he was supposed to get along with his life and that was what he aimed to do. There were plenty of women at the Weyr whom would like his company.
“Yeah.” He said thinking about how he had already had that with Raelwyn. A warm weyr and someone there to talk to who wasn’t twelve. Hinuk would likely be spending more time with D’seus after the attack. His foster parents were having a hard time with the boy but that meant D’seus had no time to see women. Raelwyn being gone was hard. He didn’t much feel like replacing her with another Goldrider and Rhiannoth’s rider was much younger than he was.
“You know that Zorometh will fly anything so there will at least be some competition for her.” He grinned. Oh yes, he could be that arrogant when he wanted to. “She’s bound to be near flying soon. Since she has not flown yet.” He paused thinking about what he knew of Rhiannoth’s rider. “I don’t know what to think yet. I barely got to know her before she was transferred being a Weyrling while I was Weyrleader. Let us just hope she is mature beyond her years.”
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Post by freya on Oct 17, 2011 20:53:25 GMT -5
"I think that the queen will be up for grabs because she's not attached to anyone as of yet," said M'nor as he looked at his friend trying to keep up the pace. M'nor knew that it was highly unlikely that a brown could compete with a bronze dragon yet this young gold was not attached to one bronze. She would be up for whoever won her and they'd just have to be faster then any of the bronze dragons. "I think when she rises that it will be a real show to behold," said M'nor with his usual cocky smile. He would have to start training more and drinking less in order to compete with the young bronze riders. He thought about the last part of what his friend said and replied, "She can do because she wouldn't have been chosen as a gold rider if she couldn't," said M'nor. He had faith in what the gold dragons chose in their riders and that the gold had made the right choice.
He continued to run till he felt his lungs and legs on fire then just kept pushing himself. The brown rider would not give up even to his best friend and then reminded himself that this is how the mating flight would be. M'nor would have to prove himself and push his brown dragon further then they'd ever tried before. His sense of pushing himself and proving that he was more then a brown rider kept him going. A brown dragon was always dismissed as not being as good as a bronze and he wanted to prove that belief wrong. If a brown dragon could win a mating flight then anything was possible and he just continued to push himself.
The brown rider saw that they we're almost at the wall of the weyr and would have to stop. He had to smile at this because anymore and he would collapse. M'nor was stubborn and would not have stopped for anything even if he fell out on the trail from exhaustion.
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