My pretty pet (Killos)

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It had been several months since Vixen had hatched and the little gold had proven most obstinate as far as training went. She had her moments of usefulness but absolutely refused to be a messenger or errand flitt of any sort. The only time she ever seemed to get animated was when she was scolding, bossing the boys or playing coy with Nadorinth like the silly tart she was. Despite all this, however, when pressed, she would bend to Kylixia's will. Most inevitably did.

Currently, Vixen was found draped across Killy's shoulders like a living stole, lazy and decadent little thing that she was. The candidate had found someone to help her create a lightly scented oil for the Gold's hide so that she wouldn't have to have the slightly acrid scent of the usual oil linger on her. Kylixia was with her little pet on the wide beach that lay sprawled like a Lady's skirt beneath the imposing cliffs of the Weyr. It was one of her moments of freedom where she could escape the weyr and the constant need to hide her true self and her peculiar abilities.

Dressed in a beautiful yet simple gown in a muted golden brown, she looked like some fey creature; pale golden hair, pale skin with a hint of sun, amber eyes and a gown of similar color with a golden firelizard draped about her like an adornment. Her hair was down and slightly curled, the wind that came in off the sea picking up tendrils and playing with them before letting them settle once more. Her feet were bare and a pair of boots rested on a flat boulder closer to the cliffs than the shore. Kylixia reached up and stroked the end of the tail that was draped lightly over her chest; Vix stirred momentarily as her human strolled along the shore, avoiding the tide and digging her toes into the sand.

[Zen]

Killos

Killos sighed wistfully as he took a stroll along the beach, thinking back to the hatching. None of the dragon babies had paid him any attention at all, really. Just like last time. Perhaps he would never Impress. He pondered on that idea for a while, watching the ocean waves lap at the shore. What would he do, if he didn’t Impress? He wasn’t at all sure. He supposed he could just help out around the Weyr. It wouldn’t be a bad life, and he could still be around the dragons, even if he didn’t have one for himself. He didn’t mind working in the kitchens at all. Sometimes he got to taste special desserts before anyone else, when he was working hard, as a reward of sorts. Mavros didn’t generally have much by way of desserts, so when there was something they went fast. Working in the kitchens usually guaranteed that he got at least a taste, after the work was all done of course. That could work.

He hummed to himself cheerfully. It was always slightly disappointing, leaving a hatching without a dragon by your side, but Killos never let it bother him for long. There would be other clutches. Especially now that Mavros had four Golds! He paused in his walk as he spotted a figure farther down the beach, staring for a long moment before he realized he was too far away to make out who it might be. He moved toward the figure and it slowly took shape as a beautiful young woman. He slowed as he got closer, wondering at how gorgeous she appeared. He stopped completely, about twenty feet away, rather in awe of the way the sun glinting off her golden locks made them seem all aglow. He longed to touch her hair, his overactive imagination going to work. Would it feel like warm rays of sunlight against his skin? He didn’t even register that he knew the female in question, a fellow candidate whom he had often admired from afar, staring at her dreamily during lessons and chores, when they had been assigned the same one on occasion. He was certain she was the most beautiful woman he’d ever seen, and out here she looked even more beautiful. An impossible task, he had originally thought.

He sighed aloud, and moved forward once more, feeling as if in a dream. Closer, he simply wanted to bask in that which he saw. Vaguely, he recognized her at last, and paused. Killos was not shy, not in the least, but it was rather intimidating to approach someone so perfectly flawless. He wasn’t sure what to say or do, and the first thing that came to mind simply slipped from his mouth in an awe filled breath, “I never knew anyone so beautiful could exist outside of dreams….” And Killos had plenty of dreams, sleeping and waking. He couldn’t remember ever dreaming up anyone as beautiful as her. Reality surprised him like that sometimes.

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Unlike some of the candidates that had been left standing at the recent clutch, Kylixia was actually quite pleased that none of the dragons had been worthy of her. She had a goal in mind and none of them would have suited her purposes. However, the hatching had resulted in one rather obnoxious dilemma. Both V'guel and D'nel were now weyrlings and as such entirely off limits. The two happened to be quite amusing and now that they were occupied with growing dragons they didn't have the time to entertain her. She had noticed, however, that one of the other candidates was prone to staring at her with calf eyes when he didn't think anyone was watching. Killos, brother to the Weyrleader and rather easy on the eyes.

Since the hatching she'd been contemplating approaching the young man, feeling him out and seeing just how deep his infatuation ran and how easily he could be manipulated by it. Discrete things here or there; laughter, hair tossing, hip swaying and all of it craftily devised to capture the hapless soul's attention even further. What she hadn't been expecting, however, was for him to suddenly appear on the crescent of sandy beach below the cliffs. Genuinely startled, Kylixia spun around, her flaxen hair billowing and amber eyes wide as her lips parted on a gasp. From her spot draped around the young woman's shoulder, Vixen hissed and coiled her golden tail around the woman's throat and but for the sea breeze that teased Killy's hair, for a moment she looked like some pale golden statue.

Killos' words sunk in and the fleeting hint of annoyance in those amber eyes was replaced with coy appreciation. Color artfully bloomed on the girl's cheeks and she giggled, playing the part of the flustered, flattered hold girl that most everyone thought her to be. Of course for the moment it wasn't far from the truth; Kylixia rather enjoyed such flattery, even more so when she didn't have to fish for it. Lowering her gaze and looking up at Killos through golden lashes, she smiled. For the most part it was a genuine smile and she even allowed a bit of her well cultivated charm to seep into it. With the intent of a bit of teasing and maybe a bit of flirting--her two main playthings having been claimed by dragons at each of the previous hatchings--she reached up to stroke Vixen's soft golden tail. "Maybe this is a dream?"

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Killos

Killos smiled his usual dreamy sort of smile at the reaction his words elicited. He should have approached her sooner, definitely, but he had always been at such a loss for words around her. The golden flitter’s hissing went mostly unnoticed as his attention was completely captivated by her alone. He blinked at her, slowly, a haze of confusion drifting over him at her words. Was this a dream? It might be. It was always so hard to tell. Had he really spoken to her? Had he approached her on the beach? Was he in his bed right now, staring, unseeing, at the shadowed ceiling of the candidate’s cavern as he dreamed this all up? Or maybe he was even asleep. “If it is I hope I never wake.” His haze of confusion drifted away again as he simply ceased caring. If this was a dream he was going to enjoy it to its fullest before it was over. And if it wasn’t… even better.

“I don’t think it is… you never visit my dreams,” he frowned in the slightest. As often as he stared after her during the day, she had yet to appear in any of his dreams. Fantasies, sure… but not his dreams. They weren’t the same thing. It was somewhat disappointing now that he thought about it, “If this is a dream… you should visit me more often.” His slight frown didn’t stay long, replaced by a silly grin. She was a lot easier to talk to than he had thought she would be. Well, he wasn’t sure exactly what he’d thought, her ethereal beauty simply left him speechless. Perhaps this WAS a dream… or else how had he finally forced words out around her? And now he was confused again.

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The boy was besotted! Kylixia had had no idea how infatuated Killos truly was. Though how could she when she'd only really interacted with him a handful of times when they were paired for chores. While a part of her had the urge to wrinkle her nose at how very sappy the boy was being, her keen mind latched onto the potential of the situation. The briefest glint of deviousness shone in her amber eyes before she batted her lashes once more, giggling in a convincing manner. "You can't just sleep the day away silly." Sometimes it disgusted her how easily she could play the industrious, sweet little holder girl. No matter what mask she chose to wear she would always be the holdless daughter of thieves and murderers. She would always be selfish and devious and manipulative and she liked it like that. Killos had unwittingly just placed himself within her grasp and she was sorely in need of a new plaything.

"But why should I visit your dreams when you can seek me out when you're awake?" With a well practiced little pout she tilted her head slightly and clasped her hands in front of her, the action accentuating certain aspects of her physique quite nicely for the boy. He truly had no idea. She smiled, unable to keep the predatory glint out of her eyes entirely as she gave him a slow once over before look up at him once again and stepping closer, doing her best to feign innocence with wide eyes and dimples. "If this was a dream, what would you do?"