Teen Wolf Stuff!

PERN AU!

Hallloooooo look at that your still here! Guess I'm not totally awful XD
Before you read this I should probably explain the Pern thing for those of you who haven't read "chronicles of Pern" by Anne Mcaffrey (<I think that's how her name is spelt)
Basically it's another planet where they have dragon like creatures (called dragons) who live in these places called weyrs and fight this stuff that falls from the sky and kills everything called thread.
The queen dragon is gold and is impressed (chooses her soul shared/rider) by a female who becomes weyr woman and is basically in charge.
Then there are Bronze, then Brown and last blues and greens.
If you have read it feel free to comment extra things explaining stuff for the people who haven't read it!
This is part 1! Also go read the books! They. Are. Amazing!
Ps. I'm obsessed with dragons! <3

Stiles never meant to burn the meat.
He really didn't!
He didn't mean to run from the master either but his instincts took over after the first blow to his face before he could stop himself.
Scorches!
They were gonna kill him!
Even he knew he deserved it!
Although the head cook should know better than give him am important role when cooking for such important guests, especially with how easily distracted he was. Dragon riders were at the hold!
He'd heard the whispers, apparently they were on a search!
Also rumour was that they were taking Lady Allison, the Lord holders daughter.
He really couldn't help it that his mind had wandered off, fantasising about being one of the chosen few to stand in front of the eggs.
Even if he wasn't chosen it would still be better than being a drudge to an overly abusive master.
He pushed himself to run faster at the sound of the masters footsteps.
At this point stopping wouldn't get him an any softer beating.
The master's voice and steps faded as he pushed forward I stopping until he crashed into someone.
Shells!
A dragon rider!
A bronze rider by the name of Derek Hale no less.
He was about to apologise but then he was running again at the reappearance of the livid man who was chasing him.
He hushed the watchwer with his mind as he skidded past its enclosure lest it mistake him for someone else and attack him.
Now in years to come he would never know why he did what he did next and simply say that he was a creature of random impulse but he was eternally grateful he did.
In a moment of panic he made a beeline for the four rather huge lead dragons across the courtyard.
*Sorry! Please help! He's trying to kill me! Wouldn't usually do this! Sorry!* (bold will be Stiles's thought speak) he thought as he, much to the shock of those around him, scampered up the side of the brown hoping to the first egg that his thoughts got across to them as they did with watchwer.
Then he jumped from the brown to the other brown then to the smaller bronze and from smaller bronze to the larger bronze, who thank the stars did in fact respond, thoughts echoing through Stiles's mind with a smooth voice and a chuckle.
*Very well boy who runs over my rider in the corridors at high speeds, hold tight and do not fall. We shall perch on the roves!* (bold and italic will be Derek's dragon's thought speak)
One wing beat later and Stiles was staring down at the gathered crowd and now bewildered master from the top of the dragon's head who was perched on the edge of the building's roof.
*M-my name is stiles, and what do you mean by boy who- oh. Oh! Oh no! Shells! I rode a bronze riders dragon! And Rider Derek's to top it! I'm gonna die!* he panicked.
The chuckle ran through his mind again.
"This is not funny!" he squawked in real voice now.
*I go by the name of Lycanth and relax I will not let harm come to you!* came the confident reply from the majestic creature as it/he puffed out his bronze chest theatrically.
The crowd cleared a bit as rider Derek came into view, flagged by the brown riders Boyd, Isaac and fellow bronze rider Scott.
Stiles gulped, terror running through him as rider Scott smirked.
Smirks were rarely a good sign when you've done something bad as a drudge.
"Well would you look at that! Hey Derek?" he drawled.
Said rider only huffed and raised a questioning eyebrow.
*Derek says I am to get off the roof immediately and deposit you on the floor?* thought/said Lycanth.
Stiles eyes went wider, if possible and he choked out a quiet "No thanks I'm good up here for now to be honest!"
*Its alright! Scotty promises not to let 'em eat ya!* (italic will be Scott's Dragon's thought speak)
*Yes! Indeed Boyd simply wishes to scare you a little tinsie winsie bit! But he told me not to tell you so shhhhhhhh!* (Boyd's Dragon's thought speak will be normal text)
*Mmmmmhnmmm, Isaac says I should pluck you straight from Lycanth's back!* (Bold underlined will be Isaac's dragon's thought speak)
Stiles yelped at the sudden intrusion of three new voices.
*Fools! He is not accustomed to our voices! Give him some warning! Kiran you are not helping and tell Scott to stop that stupid expression! Dannyiel please inform Boyd that Stiles is scared enough as it is. Scarf...tell Isaac that is a very bad idea! First, apologise to Stiles for yelling in his head!*
Stiles felt his lips tug in a smile as they muttered apologies.
*Umm..its uh fine...really*
Then a real voice breaks through his concentration.
"Would you by any chance tell our dragons to stop being difficult, they seem more inclined to obey your word than the word of their soul partners. Also please come down" said rider Derek in an exasperated bit slightly intrigued voice.
*Wow you got a please!* scoffed Dannyiel.
*Scott would like ya to come down, he's awful curious 'bout you talkin' to us and all...He really won't let 'em hurt ya...promise!* whisper thinks Kiran as his head pokes into view.
Stiles swallows nervously for about the fiftieth time.
*Not with a crowd like that and not with the master right there waiting! No siree!* Stiles thinks.
"Crowd, make yourselves scarce! You too drudge master! You shall not lay a hand on this person!" yells rider Isaac at a nudge from Scarf before looking up at Stiles with a grin but in surprise.
"You can talk with the dragons!?"
Stiles nods.
*Fine! Take me down but I'm staying on your head!*

Whoop whoop! You have reached the end of part one! Yay!
Thought I should mention I don't own the chronicles of Pern! Simply an adoring fan!
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