Zen (and Rum) and the Art of Meta Babble, pt 2
When we last left our "hero" he'd just been Searched and was greatly confused by this, mostly due to the hangover he had at the time. He came to Koude, participated in candidate hijinks, and then came the hatching.
Arumth snorted and glared at Mobrith as he went to find this Oskar...thing. He wouldn't admit that he was indeed hungry, at least not to them. His whirling eyes took in those in white and those eyes narrowed slightly as plans to get what he wanted started to form. {{Naizen... I require food. Get it for me... now.}}
"Get it yours-" he began automatically, then boggled as he locked eyes with the big, pale-colored blue. There was an involuntary gasp as reality whapped him upside the head, making him sway and blink and... "What?"
Arumth sighed and stepped over to his lifemate. {{Let me try this again. I am Arumth. You are Mine. You are going to go get me food because I am hungry.}} The blue paused and blinked, a little warble escaping his throat. {{Please?}} he added, letting just a smidge of anxiety enter his voice as he butted his rider.
And Zen felt that hunger, that hollowness even as his heart swelled with a utter joy he knew he'd never felt before in his life. Yes, he was Arumth's, and the blue was His, and finally finally FINALLY he belonged.
And then there were emo tears. I'm not kidding. Let me reitterate that this is the first time in living memory Zen has felt love. He's fallen completely and utterly in gibbering, mushy, agape LOVE with probably the most viciously spiteful creature ever to break shell. That's how I plotted it, I was going to follow through the cliche of "morose pathetic candidate Impresses and life is suddenly beautiful", no matter WHAT he got.
I spent the next several weeks hating the BoD and planning inevitable mental breakdowns. The immediate thought was to ignore the whole "Zen eventually takes over the bond" thing, or have that happen too late to save them from a life of isolation. Watchrider! I thought, it's high up and lonely and there can be Death By Exposure. Of course I was also having "stop planning for the future when you're quitting the club tomorrow, dumbass" thoughts, but that was back when I cared.
The Arolos Invasion really pissed me the hell off, have I made that clear enough yet?
As it was, I struggled with Arumth for AGES. I hated his name, I hated his vendetta against Nagalth, I hated that he wasn't the warm, sheltering, positive influence I knew N'zen needed in his life. I asked for calm, cool, and collected and I got the evil White Wizard of doom, who shut himself away in a tower and sold out to the darkness in order to get his own way. I even hated his egg:
The heat of a forge seems to have been captured in this egg, something that appeals to the Smiths in the Weyr. The heated shell seems too hot to touch but some daring candidate will try and find that it's only as warm as the others. Dark as it is, the bright splotches of gold shine through but be wary of the red. Could there be danger for the one who impresses the dragonet within?
In hindsight? Bwaaahahahaha! In sideways hindsight, I found this from the egg touching thread: There was the Molten Ore egg, which [Zen] caressed carefully and murmured assurances as he would to a skittish patient. So maybe it was some sort of wacky fate.
Bonux material: little quips and quotes and thigns which I found deeply amusing during my research.
"Answers mine," Naizen remarked, quickly deciding he'd be best on a blue himself.
Arumth snorted and glared at Mobrith as he went to find this Oskar...thing. He wouldn't admit that he was indeed hungry, at least not to them. His whirling eyes took in those in white and those eyes narrowed slightly as plans to get what he wanted started to form. {{Naizen... I require food. Get it for me... now.}}
"Get it yours-" he began automatically, then boggled as he locked eyes with the big, pale-colored blue. There was an involuntary gasp as reality whapped him upside the head, making him sway and blink and... "What?"
Arumth sighed and stepped over to his lifemate. {{Let me try this again. I am Arumth. You are Mine. You are going to go get me food because I am hungry.}} The blue paused and blinked, a little warble escaping his throat. {{Please?}} he added, letting just a smidge of anxiety enter his voice as he butted his rider.
And Zen felt that hunger, that hollowness even as his heart swelled with a utter joy he knew he'd never felt before in his life. Yes, he was Arumth's, and the blue was His, and finally finally FINALLY he belonged.
And then there were emo tears. I'm not kidding. Let me reitterate that this is the first time in living memory Zen has felt love. He's fallen completely and utterly in gibbering, mushy, agape LOVE with probably the most viciously spiteful creature ever to break shell. That's how I plotted it, I was going to follow through the cliche of "morose pathetic candidate Impresses and life is suddenly beautiful", no matter WHAT he got.
I spent the next several weeks hating the BoD and planning inevitable mental breakdowns. The immediate thought was to ignore the whole "Zen eventually takes over the bond" thing, or have that happen too late to save them from a life of isolation. Watchrider! I thought, it's high up and lonely and there can be Death By Exposure. Of course I was also having "stop planning for the future when you're quitting the club tomorrow, dumbass" thoughts, but that was back when I cared.
The Arolos Invasion really pissed me the hell off, have I made that clear enough yet?
As it was, I struggled with Arumth for AGES. I hated his name, I hated his vendetta against Nagalth, I hated that he wasn't the warm, sheltering, positive influence I knew N'zen needed in his life. I asked for calm, cool, and collected and I got the evil White Wizard of doom, who shut himself away in a tower and sold out to the darkness in order to get his own way. I even hated his egg:
The heat of a forge seems to have been captured in this egg, something that appeals to the Smiths in the Weyr. The heated shell seems too hot to touch but some daring candidate will try and find that it's only as warm as the others. Dark as it is, the bright splotches of gold shine through but be wary of the red. Could there be danger for the one who impresses the dragonet within?
In hindsight? Bwaaahahahaha! In sideways hindsight, I found this from the egg touching thread: There was the Molten Ore egg, which [Zen] caressed carefully and murmured assurances as he would to a skittish patient. So maybe it was some sort of wacky fate.
Bonux material: little quips and quotes and thigns which I found deeply amusing during my research.
"Answers mine," Naizen remarked, quickly deciding he'd be best on a blue himself.