Passing Out Judgment... Again [Open]

[rizu]

((Just in case, this is after the Hatching. :3))

"So many of them... How long has it been since they invaded our weyr? First robbing innocent children, and now hiding among the shadow of the dragonriders for protection. Faranth have mercy on us for sheltering such scum!"

The male shook his head, his gaze barely able to spot the bowl and the place where the Caminar had settled from his current surroundings. He was at the feeding grounds, his Mahoruth had been hungry for a day or so now -- though the Brown was quite conservative in the way he fed. He only hunted when truly hungry, but when he did... Well, we could say there was more than a couple of grazing beasts missing afterward. Snorting he turned his icy gaze away from the distant shape of caravans, and up to the sky -- watching his red tinted brown fly in circles around the pen. Below the herdbeasts rushed in a pathetic version of a stampede, running around in circles as they bellowed and grunted. Females kept their calves close to the center of the group, while males took the front and back. A few of the elder creatures dragged along the tail of this train... Though Mahoruth was clearly ignoring those.

He was hungry, and he wished only for the best available. A buck at the front was his target, muscles rippling under the skin as it rampaged about. Swooping down the dragon landed right in front of the mass, most of the beasts detouring to his sides to avoid running into, or below, the dragon. His target was right on sight and with a lightning quick swipe he had managed to toss it half though the pen. Mahoruth then crouched, much like a feline would, before pouncing on his prey. Talons sunk deep, earning painful cried from his victim, though soon a snap of his jaws on the head silenced all.

{Must you always bite their heads off first?}
They make such awful racket, it's much silent this way.
{You know you could just break their necks or something...}

The dragon ignored him, beginning his feast upon his prey. A roll of his eyes was J'pin's response, turning away from watching his bond eat. Sometimes he would prefer if Mahoruth fed more frequently -- perhaps he would be less aggressive when eating if he did so.

So, you still don't like them?

The comment took him by mild surprise, J'pin's gaze had turned again to regard the caravans in the distance, a distasteful expression upon his features. He turned to watch his dragon rip off a rather large chunk of meat from the buck's belly, chewing it before swallowing. His blood stained muzzle turned to look in the direction of the Caminar, before returning to focus on his first course.

{You know I will never like them, those good for nothing children robbers.}
But you have no proof that they are guilty of suck acts.
{I do not need proof, I know they are.}
You know, a few of them have impressed while they have been in Telgar...
{... And?}
Just saying... What if Erabel were to impress... And later was flown by a Caminar.

This managed to gain a response, the brownrider spitting out the klah he had been in process of swallowing moments before. Lowering the mug before settling it on the ground besides him he looked at Mahoruth with a face of disbelief. {What in Faranth's name even makes you think about that?!] The brown just rumbled, half amused, as he continued to eat.

[dragon]

Arcaith hovered in the air, circling the feeding grounds as his rider made his way towards that area. Arcaith swooped down as his rider, J'rad, found a spot to rest. The bronze rider's look was as gruff as ever. He had a look of sheer hatred for humanity, a look that said stay out of his way. A usual expression and it kept others from pestering him. J'rad was considered a sort of lone wolf within the weyr. He did what he needed to, nothing more or less, and didn't delight in anything of a social nature.

Arcaith found his target and was honing in. The dragon landed squarely by his target and snatched the beast by it's neck with it's mouth. He wasn't in the mood to play around with his food, like a cat with a mouse, like Arcaith would sometimes do. This time his stomach warrented him a direct approach. Eating was the only thing on the bronze's mind. A crunching sound was heard as Arcaith broke the neck and tossed the beast slightly. Arcaith moved closer and started his feast, his rider looking away in disgust but choosing not to argue with the method, something strange for J'rad.

As J'rad did look away something else of disgust caught his eye, but he revealed nothing beyond the expression already given and Arcaith was too busy filling his belly to converse with him, something J'rad was thankful for. J'rad continued his sharp gaze on the area he looked away towards. Whether he simply didn't notice the brownrider or care to notice, not even Arcaith could tell at this moment. the bronze rider let out one sound, which wouldn't even be considered a word, "Bah". The tone of the sound was something of spite and displeasure as such negative thoughts ran it's usual course through J'rad's mind.

The bronze, his overwhelming hunger fading, lifted his head to greet the brown however. It was amazing how rider and dragon could be so different. Where J'rad lacked in social skills or rather not cared to have, Arcaith seemed to counterbalance it. Choosing to be a more social bronze. Hello Mahoruth. The bronze greeted simply before looking to his rider then back to the brown. How are you and yours this day?

[rizu]

Ah, Arcaith, such a pleasure to always see you. We are well, bit hungry as you can see. And what about you and Yours?

Mahoruth was, indeed, a social butterfly. Enough that J'pin sometimes wondered if perhaps his Brown should have been a Green instead. He reserved those comments [not like he could hide anything from his dragon] and simply watched on as both males feasted. Mahoruth was close to finishing his first meal, and as soon as it was done he dashed towards the herd for a second course. This time it was a cow, a large and fat one -- probably in the later stages of pregnancy. Her calf would never see the light, nor breath the fresh air of Pern. Feasting begun for a second time, the dragon conscious and aware of J'rad's look.

How amusing... He seems disgusted by our eating...
{Mahoruth... Be nice.}
I'll... Try.

Digging into his second course the brown ate without care, muzzle stained with blood and small meat chunks. Retreating for a moment to let out a medium bulge [just for fun] he then shook his head to clear it from remains, before continuing to eat again. However, his little plot had worked, one of the many small chunks of muscles covered with tendons and skin landing not too far from J'rad.

{Mahoruth...}
He should be used to this by now, Mine. Besides, I didn't hit him with it.
{Yes, but I'm sure you would have delighted even more if you had...}
Perhaps... We will never now. Unless you want to find out, my J'pin?
{NO! No, Mahoruth... No.}

[dragon]

We are good. Besides being rather hungry at the moment, the day has went pleasantly. For me anyway. J'rad is...simply J'rad. I don't think pleasant is in his vocabulary. The bronze explained the day before joking about his rider. The bronze simply watched in amusement as a chunk went flying at J'rad, landing near him. He then lowered his head to continue feasting on his kill. Arcaith couldn't help but wonder what his rider's reaction would be. J'rad had an uncanny ability of flying off the handle, or being calm and passive. Any response from J'rad was often a suprise to Arcaith.

J'rad removed his gaze from the ongoings in the distance as he heard a squishy sound landing near him. He turned to fix his eyes on what it was and simply raised an eyebrow. He looked at Arcaith who looked up at him. I swear it wasn't me J'rad. J'rad nodded in agreement at the response. "No Arcaith, you're not that messy. Not since weyrling hood anyway", J'rad responded aloud, his tone gruff and aggitated. He instead looked over to the brown, then set his eyes to find the rider he was with. He found him rather quickly. "Is your brown always this messy?", J'rad asked, annoyed that his thoughts had been interruped.

You behave around others J'rad. You'll get in trouble. His bronze cautioned him. I haven't thrown a single fist, yet. It's a question Acraith, settle down and stop over reacting. The bronze grumbled aloud and returned his focus to his feast.

[rizu]

"Ah, only when he's trying to be a goofy wherry." The male looked over to J'rad, giving an apologetic grin to the bronzerider. "My apologies for his... Odd sense of humor." Over at the pen the brown rumbled lightly in sheer amusement, watching the interaction between riders with whirling blue eyes -- hints of orange from hunger still staining the seas every now and then. His kill was clean by now, and the brown stalked off to find another. A rather fat cow, that would do well. And it'd probably finish filling that empty spot in his stomach.

{Try not to make any more mess, I do have to clean you afterwards...}
Very well, Mine. But only because you so kindly ask.

With that he galloped over to where his victim was, teeth quickly sinking into the creature's neck and rendering it with deadly silence. He then started eating, though it was clearly much more calmly and civilized-looking than before.

"You will have to excuse Mahoruth. He doesn't like eating too often, so when he does eat he can be quite... Ravenous due to hunger."

[dragon]

Arcaith was finishing his first kill, eating quickly and as diligently as possible. As he looked up, chewing the last bit of morsel he could get, he could tell J'rad was getting annoyed, as usual. Calm down and behave yourself J'rad. He apologized. The bronze cautioned his rider, as he usually did. Perhaps Arcaith was J'rad's only conscious, the angel that sat on his shoulder and persistantly told him what was the better way to go about things. Atleast, that's the way it would appear to many. J'rad simply muttered something mentally to respond to the dragon and complied with the bronze's wish.

Now tell him you accept his apology. Arcaith was now coaching his rider, but J'rad was just getting tired of it. Please J'rad. I'll stop pestering you if you can atleast tolerate another's presence. Besides. Perhaps you can talk and discuss things of common interest. Maybe you can make a friend. Arcaith now pleaded with J'rad who gave a mental sigh. Fine. I'll tolerate him. But don't expect me to be all buddy buddy with anyone. You know that's not how I work. Yes. I know, I know. But that's not going to stop me from trying. You need a friend, J'rad. You need to open up. J'rad simply snorted, this time audible. Save it, Arcaith. This arguement won't be taking place here. The dragon fell silent and went off to stalk his next victim.

"Apology accepted", J'rad said, trying his best to hide the irritation in his tone, perhaps simply so Arcaith would leave him alone. J'rad turned to watch his bronze go in for another kill, simply rolling his eyes at the dragon's tactics. The bronze was too flashy when it came to killing. Arcaith likely didn't recognize it, or perhaps it was his way of having fun, or maybe he simply wanted to show off.

J'rad simply turned his head from the bronze and decided maybe small talk wouldn't hurt. It may get Arcaith off his case for awhile and it didn't mean he had to like anyone or make friends to do it. Though, he was interested in the answer he was going to get from his question. "So", the so was probably held out longer than intended and it followed with an awkward pause, attesting to J'rad lack of social and conversing skills. "What do you think of these Caminar?", J'rad posed the question and perhaps spitting out the last word, as if he wanted that word rid from his mouth as quick as possible. J'rad didn't have much care or use for them. As far as the angry bronzerider was concerned, they were simply wasting the weyr's resource, they were taking up space. He didn't care of the accusations that others made of them. If they were true then that was simply another bit to add to the fire, if not then J'rad's thoughts still remained the same.

[rizu]

Silently J'pin simply watched and listened, the rather irritated sigh from the bronzerider noticed. Probably being pestered by his bronze about something, or so J'pin thought. The brownrider knew one thing, he often used those sighs when Mahoruth was nagging and him, and surely this could be a similar case.

You make it sound like such a bad thing.
{Don't pay attention to me love, go on and eat.}

The dragon gave a rumbling growl, a dragon's version of a chuckle, before continuing on his feasting. At J'rad's prolongued "So..." the rider couldn't help but grin lightly, barely managing to choke in his laughter. He wasn't making fun of J'rad -- but rather amused at the awkwards silence that developed afterwards between them.

"What do you think of these Caminar?"

This was a rather unexpected topic of choce, the brownrider scoffing lightly to try and swallow down his disgust at the word used to reffer to that band of travellers. "They are nothing more than a nuisance. Worthless. Bunch of rogues seeking refuge in our weyr, and wasting every bit of our resources that they can get a hold of." The Caminar had definitely over-prolongued their stay, the excuse of being killed if out on the road seeming to be effective. Whether guilty or not of kidnapping, J'pin didn't care, the Caminar [in his eyes] were no more useful than wherries. That, and their old reputation, didn't exactly convince the brownrider that they just ]might[/i] be innocent about the situation of missing children. In J'pin's mind they were fully guilty of all pressed charges.

I still say you shouldn't be so rough on them...

His dragon was ignored, a faint roll of his eyes given at the thought of those tanned travellers. "Pern would be better off without them, in my opinion."

[dragon]

J'rad crossed his arms. An unpleasant look still played his features, a scoffing look. J'rad already held a strong opinion of these people. They were unsightly to him. Coming in to a place full of resource and people dumb enough to take them in, protect them, and allow them to slowly drain their resources. These people, in his mind, were the perfect example of an unwelcome guest.

"Then we are of the same opinion. They are a waste to this weyr and we're only stabbing ourselves in the foot by allowing them to stay", J'rad spoke, his tone was one of subtle anger and irritation. Though, this was a typical tone J'rad's voice held. J'rad only wished the leaders of the weyr would see reason and kick them out and he only wished he had the authority to do it himself.

Arcaith wasn't one to argue with him on this subject. He could see where J'rad was coming from, but he wasn't really convinced they needed to be thrown out either. Instead, the bronze directed his attention to the brown again. So what do you think, Mahoruth? My J'rad doesn't like these people, but he doesn't like most people. J'rad could hear his dragon's mindvoice loud and clear. I don't like people, period. The bronze grunted in annoyance at the bronzerider's rather proud words. The bronze would have come up with a more wordy response but the dragon would leave this arguement for later. Though, by then he would likely have forgotten.

J'rad was pleased with his dragon's response. He knew his bronze would forget to bring up the arguement, though it was likely to come up again soon. J'rad's distaste for company was a common arguement between them.