Recent content by Raimond Thesius

Raimond could no longer afford to worry about the others, or even pay them a passing glance; Now that Eira's dragon had thankfully come to her senses and heeded her bondmate's call, the final wyvern of the pack was entirely Thesius' problem, and any distraction from that problem would lead to a...

Whether it was intentional or not, Melisandre's pain was shared with him. Even in her denial, the hurt she felt soaked every word she spat at him. It made Raimond wince made him feel just as helpless as she, the fact that somebody he cared for so vehemently was adrift amidst a sea of her own...

If Raimond hadn't been so busy stewing over the absolute ridiculousness of the day so far, maybe he'd have noticed perhaps the biggest obstacle yet soaring overhead. Worse, these obstacles had claws, teeth and wings. Wyverns, and to a hungry Wyvern, an inexperienced dragon rider may as well have...

If words could have killed, the jagged ice from Melisandre's lips would have ripped Raimond into shreds. He shirked away at her rage, pressing himself into the opposite side of the carriage and turning his head away to hide the wince of pain in his face. This isn't what he'd wanted, not for...

The only reason Leovold was getting a strongly-worded complaint to Vhagor instead of a fist to the side of his face for all of the unnecessary bullshit he insisted on injecting into Raimond's day was because he was too busy steering Ha'Than across the skies and setting out rings for the rookies...

The Moon Dance was one of the few traditions of Thanasis that Raimond actively enjoyed attending whenever he had the chance. It wasn't all about being a stiff-lip with your nose planted firmly up the backside of the noble families, and it wasn't about competing for bragging rights while those...

Raimond had his hands full enough with the rookie riders, and there was some small part of him that was happy Leovold was here to help out if things got out of hand, especially with Khaato's temperamental partner seemingly unwilling to follow any of the young man's commands aside from "Fly" and...

"If we don't take him to a doctor, he's as good as dead anyways, Mel!" Raimond shouldn't have raised his voice, but that she chose now to start arguing logic with him was more than a little frustrating. She wasn't wrong in that they hadn't seen any other bodies, but the amount of blood that...

You could say a lot about the diverse group lined up in front of Raimond, but you couldn't claim that they were particularly similar to one another. As the Thesius heir scanned over each of them once more to judge their riding posture, he began to better discern each one's quirks, to a degree...

Raimond didn't even process Warwick scrambling away, didn't hear Melisandre's call for information, the timeline of events, what had attacked, anything. His stomach was in his throat, and it felt like his blood had turned to stone as he looked down with a disgusted grimace at the remains of...

How things changed... The last few months had been considerably slow for Raimond: He'd stopped being called for assignments some time ago for reasons he wasn't entirely privy to, and his family was beginning to put pressure on him to either find a wife or a job, neither of which was exactly...

Raimond grimaced at the clues laid before him. There was a sense of dread that had slowly been climbing up the back of his spine from the moment he'd noticed the glimmering of forgotten camping tools amidst the foggy mountaintops. This was a stupid place to camp, far more dangerous and hostile...

Rai knew Eryx could be a temperamental bitch when she wasn't getting her way, but he hadn't taken her for a sore loser in addition. All she'd truly done was stoke that infamous competitive streak of his, the one Mel had preyed on to get him to agree to this impromptu race in the first place...

He couldn't help but smirk at her question, despite the obvious taunting nature of it. Ha'Than lurched forward, and Raimond cupped a hand to his mouth to call back with a smug grin, "That depends! Is it working?" It hadn't necessarily been an attempt to suggest he was trying to get a leg up on...

Barely. The fancy spinning maneuver that Raimond sought to use was one he didn't pull off very often; the first time he'd tried it he'd indeed fallen right off of Ha'Than's back. He'd survived only because they were high enough for his friend to double back and catch him before he was a wet...