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Date Posted: 07/30/07 1:04pm
Author: Tiernan/Zidane
Subject: Inside
In reply to: Bree 's message, "inside" on 07/30/07 12:40pm

(Once again, he loitered.. unable to make such a bold movement as Zidane might. He wasn't that sort of man, that Knight in Shining Armor - burst forth to rescue the princess type. Pay no mind that the 'princess' in this case was a male dragon.. it was the principle of the thing. He had helped Kerri down and stood just in front of her, protectively, watching Bree's retreating form with apprehension. Part of him wanted to pay a hasty retreat.. and part of him was so goddamned curious it was making his skin crawl. He shifted as his skin started to tingle and burn and saw a flash of black out of the corner of his eye. Glancing down, he saw the dragon within the tattoo on his left pec was agitated, his slender tail lashing across the skin of Tiernan's neck. He felt the oddest urge to sooth the beast, but knew that it was his own apprehension and agitation that the tiny creature showcased. He let out a breath that was more a snort than anything else, then resigned himself to the fact that they needed to rebond to live, and took Kerri's hand. He was, literally, leading his fiance into the den of the beast.) (His nostrils flared ever so slightly as he picked up his mate's scent long before she landed. By the time she had crossed to sit at his side he was awake, but resting, and as his mind connected and melded with hers he felt the weakness in her as well. Part of him feared that he had somehow passed his disease on to his mate, but when he felt the tremble of her hand he realized that she was tired from the flight.) Ye flew too far, Brina. (He said the name like 'bree-in-a', his brogue deeper since he had just woken up. He wanted to growl at her, and moreso at Tiernan, but he couldn't, so he just peeled one eye open to look up at his mate. His gaze moved past her to where Tiernan and Kerri were walking into the room. Instantly he was reminded of how weak and frail he truly was, when faced with the man that Tiernan had made of himself. He felt like a failure somehow.. being forced to remain in the bed by his own body, while his mind was still just as alive and free as ever. He turned his face slightly into Bree's hand, not caring how much energy he was expending how, he just wanted the comfort of her.) Rest, will ye? (He said, though the words were spoken with the same authority he gave any other command, even with the bit of tenderness that laced them. His gaze shifted to Durgan, then to Tiernan and back and he felt a bit of nerves curl in his belly as he felt the bloodlust rising in him the closer Tiernan got to the bedside. He wanted to rip at the humans throat, to get at the blood that was coursing through his veins.) Stop. (He said to Tiernan, who indeed halted some twenty feet away. He looked at Durgan for help and his brows knitted slightly. I am afraid I will hurt him, Durgan.. I dinna ken how to fulfill the bloodbond we share without succumbing to bloodlust. They could not share a body as they once had.. could they? He looked at the flailing dragon mark on Tiernan's chest and his brows furrowed.. what would happen if he touched the much larger mark on his friend's chest?)

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