The Dark side of a bronzerider (PG-17)

Writers: Paula, Suzee
Date Posted: 30th December 2015

Characters: G'nir, Sofeta
Description: Aftermath of a Mating Flight gone wrong.
Location: Dragonsfall Weyr
Date: month 3, day 9 of Turn 8
Notes: Mentioned: Saibra
Notes: directly follows "Fast and Furious "
Rating: PG-17

G'nir

Bile. Bile in his throat, fire in his veins, blood roaring in his
ears. Nirreth's disappointment mingled with his own. Blindly G'nir
stumbled away while someone else embraced his Weyrwoman. His! Except
she wasn't. Never was. Right now he didn't even care who the lucky
bastard was. Someone stood in his path. A female, he dimly realized.
He took hold of her arm and dragged her with him. He pushed her into
closest hut and followed her in. "Mine," his voice was low, beastial
growl.

Sofeta knew when the flight ended and she knew what kind of explosion
could come. So it didn't surprise her when she was grabbed roughly by
the former Weyrleader. The end of a gold flight was sometimes very
intense but then that was one of the reason's she was here.

G'nir crushed her lips with his own and bit her lower lip. His fingers
fumbled with fastings of her clothes.

The tie came loose and her shift dropped from her shoulders. She
pulled her head back and sucked at the blood on her lower lip. **It's
going to be that way then,** she knew she was in for a rough ride but
she could handle it unlike some of the younger moths. She wasn't
afraid. Okay maybe just a little. G'nir was a big man.

She pulled him toward the cot all the while undoing his belt. Others
around her were doing much the same. She hadn't thought G'nir would
lose leadership and had truthfully been angling for the visiting
bronzerider.

G'nir nearly slapped her hands away before he realize what she was
trying to do. Then he helped her to shed off his pants. Her clothes
followed soon enough. He did not care if he ripped them in his haste.
He pushed her down to her back.

She hit the side of the wood frame as she fell but he was on top of
her before she could adjust. She grunted in pain and tried to push him
away just long enough to get fully onto the bed. "Hey," she said.

G'nir wasn't listening, or caring, He was beyond reason. He was taking
what he wanted from her.

She groaned and pain as her hip and leg screamed in protest and tried
to push him off just long enough to move more fully onto the bed.

G'nir came dimly aware that something was wrong with her. He pulled
away just enough for her to shift more comfortable position.

That gave her the space she needed to move but she thought she'd have
a mark at the very least. While the leg was still painful she new
G'nir would still need his release so she decided to endure and pulled
him toward her.

G'nir moved towards his own release quickly after that. When it was
over, he just slumped next to her. For a brief moment, his mind was
completely blank while his body was spent.

But Sofetta was still in pain and never reached her own release. Her
hip and thigh throbbed in pain as she tried to sit up on the side of
the bed. "Shardit," she said under her breath.

"Hmm?" G'nir was starting to come back to his senses. It was dawning
to him what he had done. "Are, are you alright?" he asked, dreading
the answer.

Her eyes dark with pain turned toward him. "You're very strong," she
said then took a deep breath. "Can you please get a healer?
Something's wrong."

"I'm sorry, I didn't mean to.." G'nir was horrified. He also realized
how inadequate the words were. He had a brief flashback: his brother's
voice, full with false sincerity, explaining to their father: "I
didn't mean to hurt him", while the healer stitched his cheek back
together.

He quickly pulled on his pants, wrapped her to a fur and lifted her
up. "I'll take you to the healers."

She muffled the grunt of pain as he picked her up but she knew he was
trying to help and that was what mattered most to her right then.
"Right," she agreed and put her arm around him and head against his
neck.

G'nir carried her as gently as he could. Thankfully the distance
wasn't that long. He kept apologizing her whole the time, promising to
make it up to her, somehow. This was one reason why he was always so
controlled and against violence. He was afraid what he could do when
he let go.

The healers took her gently from his arms and one of them began asking
her questions as they got her onto a cot while the other ushered the
bronzerider out of the room.

Lesthen gave G'nir a stern look. "We'll take care of her Weryl...
Bronzrider," he said. He'd seen his share of misused moth's in his
time at the Weyr and it never failed to infuriate him. This man should
have known better and that opinion showed in his voice.

G'nir accepted their reprimands meekly, he knew he had done wrong,
horrible thing. No amount of explanations or excuses could make it
right again. What he had feared most had happened: his dark side had
gotten out.

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