Post by E on May 22, 2007 22:09:39 GMT -5
The bronze riders teeth ground tightly together as he clenched his teeth to keep from biting back at the woman. He was a bronze rider! He was a wingleader! He should have done more – he failed in every aspect no matter which way he looked at it. People were suppose to point fingers weren’t they? Why wouldn’t she give in and point her finger at E’mion where he was pointing his own?
It didn’t matter. She didn’t matter. He had to repeat that to himself several times as he glared at her back.
Rider – Calm down, you are upset and it woke me up. I wish to sleep – come sleep with me where I can make you shut up.
I’m coming Malekith.
He too turned his back to the spot they had just shared together in eachothers arms after six long turns and walked in the opposite direction of the queenrider. His steps much heavier and accented by his anger, pain and dominance all rolled into the tap of his riding boots.
It didn’t matter. She didn’t matter. He had to repeat that to himself several times as he glared at her back.
Rider – Calm down, you are upset and it woke me up. I wish to sleep – come sleep with me where I can make you shut up.
I’m coming Malekith.
He too turned his back to the spot they had just shared together in eachothers arms after six long turns and walked in the opposite direction of the queenrider. His steps much heavier and accented by his anger, pain and dominance all rolled into the tap of his riding boots.
