Post by zyphiria on Aug 3, 2012 14:59:03 GMT -8
It was early morning for the Weyr let alone for anyone else who didn't have chores, duties and a bonded to care for. The sky was lifting the darkness of the night away to welcome instead, a bright blue'd dawn, then sun barely peaking it's yellow beams from the heights of mountains.
Cyrux broke down his camp site with his two other companions. He was fairly dirty, but neither was he the dirtiest of the three. They stamped out the remininsce of their campfire, dismantled the stick spit that they had created to roast some fish that they had caught the night before, rolling up their packs that they used to sleep in. It was time for them to move on.
One of the men snorted deeply after a small fit of coughing and spat a bright yellow loogy into the firepit that Cyrux was stamping out. "Hey!" He shouted aggressivley taking affront to the action. "Watch that diseased crap of yours you flitter brained dead glow!" His dirty face a set angry glare, his bright blue eyes flashing dangeriously. He flexed subconsciously at his companion, his height becoming menacing, his broad shoulders dangerous his muscles powerful.
His 'companion' responded back with anger of his own, his own body puffing, his own arms bulging it's muscles, his extremly dirt face contorted in indignant defensive anger. "Watch it you ugly sun-crazed wher-bag!" The two took aggressive steps towards one another.
The cleanest of the two heaved a sigh "Knock it off you couple of dim glowed puffed-wherries." He commanded almost tired and as though he didn't have the time for this.
The other two, although they stood puffed out angrily at one another, their dirty faces livid did obey and break apart to finish setting up camp. The mood was thick now and tense filled as they exited the forest to make it to the outside of the Outerweyr of Rainbow Mists.
Cyrux broke down his camp site with his two other companions. He was fairly dirty, but neither was he the dirtiest of the three. They stamped out the remininsce of their campfire, dismantled the stick spit that they had created to roast some fish that they had caught the night before, rolling up their packs that they used to sleep in. It was time for them to move on.
One of the men snorted deeply after a small fit of coughing and spat a bright yellow loogy into the firepit that Cyrux was stamping out. "Hey!" He shouted aggressivley taking affront to the action. "Watch that diseased crap of yours you flitter brained dead glow!" His dirty face a set angry glare, his bright blue eyes flashing dangeriously. He flexed subconsciously at his companion, his height becoming menacing, his broad shoulders dangerous his muscles powerful.
His 'companion' responded back with anger of his own, his own body puffing, his own arms bulging it's muscles, his extremly dirt face contorted in indignant defensive anger. "Watch it you ugly sun-crazed wher-bag!" The two took aggressive steps towards one another.
The cleanest of the two heaved a sigh "Knock it off you couple of dim glowed puffed-wherries." He commanded almost tired and as though he didn't have the time for this.
The other two, although they stood puffed out angrily at one another, their dirty faces livid did obey and break apart to finish setting up camp. The mood was thick now and tense filled as they exited the forest to make it to the outside of the Outerweyr of Rainbow Mists.
