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Post by matsi on Sept 27, 2010 20:06:03 GMT -5
P'rth awoke at just a candle mark past dawn, as usual. He was oblivious to all that was going on, not that much was going on. He was slow moving as he slipped a clean shirt onto his solid frame. His icy silver eyes looked at his ragged pants, but he only shrugged. Care for his looks was not on his high list today. What was, was the slight odd, almost humming, feeling in the back of his mind. Silently, he made his way to Aith's ledge.
Aith lay where she always lay in the morning. Her rosy pink hide glittered in the foggy light. Her eyes were swirling with colors as she looked up at the partially clear sky. A soft rumble, like that of a purr, made her chest shake slightly. Her wings seemed restless, as they partially spread, then closed once again onto her side. Her talons scratched onto the rocky ledge, as if she was fumbling with thoughts and ideas. When Hers appeared, her swirling eyes shot to him for only a second. Her body started to tremble more and more as a bright lavander color began to starburst into her eyes. Her nose flaired and her jaws tightened as she raised herself to a sit. Her tail twitched as her body shook.
Mine, I fly, Now, She hissed as she stood and, without a second glance, spread her wings and lept into the foggy sky.
The sky and fog was cool against her pink hide. Clouds were her favorites to fly through, but today, they went unnoticed. She flew low for a few flaps. Her voice was a croon, softly calling to the males that wanted her, almost singing to them. Altitude was soon gained by the pink. Her eyes were not a soft lavander any more, but more like a bold, blinding purple that showed the lust that now burned in her. The lust was building up too fast for her to contain anymore, and soon a loud roar escaped the pink. She sang to her males, she called to them, telling them that she wanted them, lureing them to her. Today was her day, and she planned to make the best of it. Only the best would be chosen by her, and only the best would win her love.
P'rth knew what was wrong as soon as he placed his silver eyes on Aith. The purple was a bold color against her hide. So when she announced that she was flying, he only sighed and wandered back into his bed chamber. He could feel the list of his pink building in his chest like a massive ocean swell. He could feel himself becoming Aith. Slowly, they were becoming one, bonded closer by the burning lust. A soft chuckle, cold and almost dark, echoed from him as Aith sang to the males. It was time.
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Post by Birdy on Sept 27, 2010 22:16:46 GMT -5
[/i] she’d called out in annoyed tone. I chase mine, she is so pretty pretty pretty I really do want to catch her. …I feel bubbly, the blue had responded, sounding somewhat distracted. “Bubbly..wh..?” Paralee had muttered under her breath, well it could have been worse. At least flights ended with fun for the both of them. Who is it Tommy? she’d asked, a horrid thought formed in her mind. There was a pause as if Tomarth wasn’t sure, wherrybrain. Aith mine, he had responded nonchalantly. And so here she was, still covered in klah, hurrying dow n the hall toward the weyr of a rider she’d never met. And lusting for a rider she had never met and knew nothing about. What a horrid feeling. She shuddered but quickened her pace; she felt the need to be near this rider. Thanks for the heads up Tomarth. Rounding a corner, she found the weyr but stopped outside. She crossed her fingers and prayed that this rider would be a girl. They rode a pink right? Didn’t girls usually rider pinks? Yes, that was it, girls usually rode pinks. Hoping for the best she stepped inside and glanced at the rider. “You’ve got to be kidding me…” she said softly staring wide eyed at the object of her lust. A man. A sharding man. She blinked several times but no matter how much she wished he would not turn into a woman. And the worst part, he was attractive. Where the times when she’d only were craved a soft feminine body? And now she was… ugh. This would not do. The first particularly strong wave of lust hit her like a sledgehammer and it took all of her strength not to do anything about it, her breathing was growing somewhat ragged as the rush of emotions hit again. It was a strange sensation, part of you feeling like it was here on the ground and part of you feeling like it was up among the clouds. Tomarth was definantly among the clouds, the fog was almost preventing him from seeing Aith in front of him. The thought worried him, he had to see her! And on another note he felt absolutely bubbly! Something was bubbling up from his core and he longed to pluck the pretty pink out of the sky. To twirl and dance with her in the sky like two pretty leaves. He trilled happily to pink in front of him, complimenting her in any way he could think (most of these were things he’d picked up from His) and trying to get closer to her. [/size] [/ul] |
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Post by theknightwhosaysni on Sept 28, 2010 20:24:34 GMT -5
There's just no rhyme or reason
Only this sense of completion
And in your eyes
I see the missing pieces
It was morning. A foggy one at that. Veejarth had opened one eye flicked his tail in annoyance, then let his eyes drift shut. Dreams were far more attractive than this foggy morning. Before long, his tail was twitching against the ground and his claws were flexing against the stone, rasping against it. Clearly, he was having vivid dreams, just like always. It would have been surprising if the imaginative black wasn't having vivid dreams. For him, his dreams of monsters weren't nightmares. They were just dreams, and usually good ones at that.
Amara, meanwhile, was awake. Usually, she wasn't a morning person, but Veejarth's dreams spilling into her mind had dragged her from sleep quite quickly. Ugh. Shuddering at the memories of the vivid monsters that stalked Veejarth's dreams, Amara resettled herself on the bed, dark blue eyes bleary. Only the restless shapes in the back of her mind had kept her from dozing off once more until Rukbat's rays had burned away all of the morning's fog.
The morning might have passed like that if Veejarth's eyes hadn't snapped open. Eyes whirling furiously and streaked with purple, the black stretched carefully, wings flaring and tail twitching continually. The soft croon twisted around him, lifting his wings and darkening his eyes to a deep, truly purple purple. It hadn't caught him by surprise; he'd seen the glow to her pink hide. He'd been watching. AmaraMine.
[/i] Even with the lust pounding in his veins, Veejarth remembered his manners. He would warn her. There wasn't any point to talking if he couldn't sound like a gentleman. Our pink Rises. She calls to me. To us.[/i] Tail lashing like an excited cat, Veejarth hurled himself from the ledge with that, eyes whirling fiercely with the violence of his emotions. Amara's gaze jerked up at Veejarth's words. "Our pink?" Her mental voice was quiet as she stared at the retreating form of the black. "Vee?" What was going on...? Veejarth twitched his tail in the misty air. Why was His so thick? Aith, AmaraMine.[/i] Aith. Her soft song had drawn him into the sky, and now he answered hers with one of his own. It wasn't a croon that he presented her with, however; she was far too great for that. Instead, he bugled a cry, announcing his presence to the beautiful pink. He couldn't see her, but he knew she was there... I, Veejarth, have come.[/i] His mindvoice reached for the pink queen before he retreated into his mind once more. Amara had taken some time to figure out what was going on, but luckily for her (or unluckily?), she'd figured out what was going on before the lust began to tease at her mind, making thinking nearly impossible. Unfortunately, by the time she'd slunk from her weyr in the direction of P'rth's weyr, it was already pulling at her thoughts, dragging them towards P'rth even as she desperately tried to deny those thoughts. No. She wasn't going to think about him. This was all a terrible mistake. She'd explain that to him once she got there. He'd understand, right? Of course... A last coherent thought from the girl before the lust truly brought her beyond thinking. She'd never had any experience with an emotion this strong before. Staggering forward and just barely making into the weyr of P'rth the pinkrider, Amara slunk towards the back of the room, eyes wide and scared. Was it the lust that made her glare at the other rider already there so? She didn't like this other girl. Competition for her P'rth? No, that wasn't going to do. At all. Normally, she wouldn't have even dared think like this, but under the weight of flightlust, these thoughts slowly wound their way into coherency, ending in a poisonous glare in Paralee's direction. Veejarth, meanwhile, gave a croon. He wouldn't bugle again. Yet. Instead, he would chase after his pink. And he would win her, of course. But that would come later. You look very beautiful this morning.[/i] He announced this to Aith, a smooth compliment. He meant it, though; she was beautiful. It wasn't just the glow of her hide, either. He couldn't remember a time in his fuzzy dragon memory where she hadn't been beautiful. In fact, he couldn't remember a time when she hadn't been there. So of course he was chasing her. Of course. Why wouldn't he? She was Aith. All the males in the weyr should be chasing her! But he should win her. That was only reasonable. He was the one who'd known her all of his life. I knew I loved you before I met you
I think I dreamed you into life
I knew I loved you before I met you
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Post by Reky on Oct 3, 2010 9:36:50 GMT -5
Eondith could have been more sympathetic to his rider's situation. The dragon knew full well what a nasty fight R'fus had gotten into the night before, following at argument that hit quite a few Kio-related heartstrings, and that the five or six hours of sleep he'd gotten weren't nearly enough to heal his intensely sore ribs and bruised cheekbone. Luckily, he could blame it on a stupid riding accident. Saying 'Oh, yes, I was in a fist fight with a fellow drugdealer,' wasn't something people would take lightly, so R'fus made sure they didn't have to take it at all. As far as he was concerned, he was going to take it easy, sleep lots, and heal up.
Eondith had other plans.
Mine, he said, simply. R'fus stirred, groaned, and slowly opened his eyes. His eyelids felt like lead.
What, Eon? What are you-- oh, shards, Eon. Please don't! R'fus pleaded half-heartedly. Part of him wanted to protest, but part of him was already feeling the blue's overwhelming lust. He knew how Eondith was, though. He chased everything with wings. Even though his body hurt like the Red Star, he'd just have to play along. He pulled a shirt on before he was so lost that he couldn't, dragged his sorry ass out of bed, and got out the door of his bedroom just in time to see his lifemate take off. As Eondith fought the skies to reach the pink apple of his eye, R'fus fought the tunnels to find P'rth's weyr. He barely knew the man - they weren't even in the same wing. Right now, though, all he wanted was to know him more. He wanted to know every part of him.
Likewise, Eondith wanted to know and have every part of Aith. He crooned to her, softly and briefly, and was otherwise silent. The other two dragons in the sky were young ones, recently graduated. Eondith had experience on his side. He had, many times, known this lust that swelled inside of him, but that didn't lessen it. He loved every single female that he chased, and he wanted her to feel that love. Today, his love was all for Aith. She was beautiful, a vibrant pink, lovely in the morning sky. She dazzled him so much that he would fight for her. He would fight as hard as he could. [/blockquote] |
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Post by matsi on Oct 3, 2010 18:23:03 GMT -5
Aith was pleased. Okay, the pink was more than pleased. Tomarth the blue, the first to follow her, let her know he noticed! His trill made the lust filled Aith shiver happily and croon back at him. Oh she liked his voice! He sounded so polite, so kind and so...gentalman-ly! How she loved that high class type male! She would have only the most regal, only the most polite. She would only have a male that would treat her like a princess, that is what she was anyways, right? Well, in her mind, and the mind of Hers, she was.
Another sound, a roar, made her shiver more with her excitement. She knew the roar, and when a voice stretched out to her, she looked over her shoulder to see, just behind the blue foggy figure, was a familar black figure. She warbled as she turned to look forward again. The beat of her wings pushed harder, propelling her forward through the foggy clouds. The cool clouds only made the lust more welcoming and strong in her as she moved.
The sound of wing beats behind her only tempted her to move faster, and further. Eondith's crooned did not go un-noticed. She let out another roar to the males. Her voice held much longing, as if saying 'come on boys, come and get me,'. She wanted them, all of them, but she knew only one would be hers. Oh, he would have to prove himself well. She would push them as hard as she could, darting, swirving, changing speeds, and using these glorious clouds to her advantage.
After every few wing beats, she would peer over her shoulder, her purple lust filled eyes would evaluate the males. She liked what she could see. They followed her through the clouds, pushing themselves to the edge to get her. Yes, they wanted her, and she wanted them. Only time would tell who would win.
P'rth watched with teasing eyes as people made their way into his weyr. He could feel his heart pounding in his chest as he looked from one rider to the next. He could feel his mouth watering with the pure longing that flowed from Aith as he looked at each person, seeing them and their dragon. All were so beautiful, so handsome, so worthy. His lips curled up into a small taunting snicker, almost a snarl as he looked at each of them. They were his right now, but there was only one in the room that he would give himself to. Only Aith had the decision of who that would be...
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Post by theknightwhosaysni on Oct 3, 2010 19:28:33 GMT -5
If there's a way to infiltrate you
Sway your mind and complicate you
I'm gonna crash into your world
And that's no lie!
She looked over her shoulder. She had looked over her shoulder to see him! Veejarth crooned delightedly, tail swishing in the air as he surged after the beautiful, glowing pink that had summoned him to chase her. She was a glowing beacon in the early morning, and any sleepiness that had been left in his system vanished as energy in the form of lust pounded in his veins. He could have flown like this forever, he felt. It was far different from when he'd struggled at the challenge course Oorth and Hers had created. This felt natural. It felt like he could do this forever if only so that Aith would choose him.
He would chase after her, he would prove himself worth of her! Veejarth snapped his wings in the air and surged after Aith, crooning softly. Thank you, my rosy beauty, for allowing me to chase.
[/i] Veejarth spoke the words sweetly, surging after her. She was beautiful today. A rosy beauty that glowed on the horizon. He liked that title for her. Rosy beauty, rosy beauty. He chanted it over and over in his mind, eyes whirling with lusty purple colors. It was for his rosy beauty that he would succeed. She was beautiful, a reason to keep going, a reason to win. Veejarth surged forward, wings beating in the air as he chased after Aith. He wanted to win Aith. He wished to win her, but that wouldn't be enough. Instead, he'd have to do more. But what would impress Aith? He knew her better than those other competitors, those dragons who didn't appreciate her beauty as much as he did. How could he prove that he was worthy of her? Veejarth mulled this over as he chased, not trying anything fancy for the moment. What could he do that was as impressive enough to win the heart of his rosy beauty? There weren't any glorious ideas in his mind; there wasn't room for them. There was only lust, energy and the beautiful pink queen in the sky above him. He was dreamy, yes, but there was no room for dreams in flights, no room for bright and new ideas in the head of a dragon who was new to chasing. Maybe just chasing after her would be enough. Maybe if he proved he was dedicated enough, he would win her... Amara, meanwhile, was watching P'rth with hungry eyes. Jealousy and lust twined in her mind, becoming an inseparable pair as P'rth watched them all, a teasing, taunting glint in his clear, cold eyes. She wanted him to look at her and only at her! It was embarrassing that she wanted it, and a blush warmed her features as he stared at them all, but she refused to lower her gaze from his form. It wasn't just lust that locked her eyes on the taunting snicker forming on his face. She wanted him to look at her like that. Lust and jealousy were one and the same, twisting so closely so that she couldn't tell the difference. She wanted him and she wanted him to want her. Were they really so different? This was all so very confusing. Unlike Vee, she wasn't designed for operating under this kind of lust... I've got a dream to take you over
Exploding like a supernova
I'm gonna crash into your world
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Post by Reky on Oct 3, 2010 22:00:48 GMT -5
There was nothing that could hold him back from her. He knew that he was flying against males that maybe knew her better. There was no way to tell for sure, of course, but it wasn't worth his worrying. There was only rooms for doubts after the flight. During it, it was time for the push, the lust, the confidence - everything that would keep him moving forward after her. So what if Aith might have known the other suitors? There was the charm of mystery working on his side. There was the charm of experience. He would know how to love her.
He supposed, too, that there was a longing in him for something more than a flight. For all he may have been quiet and reserved and independent from the world, Eondith was a blue. He could not simply block out his rider's emotions. His rider was in love, and he wasn't. There was something lacking. He wanted someone to show affection to. He wanted to know what romance felt like first-hand. R'fus' object of affection was a wherhandler - and Kiosk, a wher, was something Eondith could only show mild parental kindness to. Kiosk did not fill the gap Eondith was searching for. Only another dragon could.
It wasn't exactly on the top of his priority list, though. If he found a special dragon, then he found one. If he didn't, then he didn't. He would let the river of life take its course. He had His, and that was the important part. As long as he had His, he was content, and as long as His was happy, he was happy, too. Eon still disliked Kio, but as long as R'fus got something positive from his obsession with the wherhandler boy, Eon would tolerate him.
But this wasn't the thoughts he needed for a flight.
He focused purely on Aith. Her radiance was overwhelming. He could barely begin to fully realize it, chasing after her blindly, adrenaline overriding his vision and actions. All he could do was fly, and back in P'rth's weyr, all R'fus could do was gaze. He saw the same radiance in the pinkrider as Eondith saw in the pink. He felt a little out of place, though. Among the suitors, he was the one man. Among everyone, he looked the worst. Battered, bruised, unshaven, and visibly tired, R'fus was not a pretty sight. He never was. Briefly, he felt self-conscious, but Eondith's confidence sucked him back in.
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Post by Birdy on Oct 10, 2010 19:55:01 GMT -5
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Post by matsi on Oct 10, 2010 20:10:50 GMT -5
That cloud. Aith picked out a cloud that was her goal as she evaided the males behind her. One last glance over her should, she took one last note on who was behind her. Two blues, one black. She warbled in pleasure as she turned her purple eyes back to the sky infront of her. They were all so handsome, so perfect! She wanted only the best! But which one was more best? Which one was more perfect? More gentalman? Which one would be better for her? Her thoughts made her snarl out as she pumped her wings to the beat of her thudding heart. None had done too much to impress her, but their looks, determination and pure movement was so close to her emotions. There was nothing wrong, that she could see. One male had experiance, others had youth. One was a different color than the others, a dark black, while the others were a shimmery blue. So many decisions!
P'rth had to force his eyes shut for a moment as Aith made points on the males chasing her. When his eyes opened again, he looked at the three with an oddly large smile. He looked at Paralee, let a small chuckle of pleasure escape him, then shifted his gaze to R'fus. He cocked his head, in almost a luring way, and let out a heavy sigh. Amara was the next to be gazed at. He smiled more once again and let out a lust filled purring sound. All were so beautiful, so perfect. He knew though. He knew who Aith would be picking. She still had some distance until her destination, though, so only time would tell if she kept her mind set.
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Post by Reky on Oct 22, 2010 14:20:24 GMT -5
Eondith was getting tired. It was understandable - he was flying hard, fast, and far. His muscles were tiring. He wasn't about to give in, though. Aith was still flying. Until she chose her winner, Eondith didn't have the choice to stop and catch his breath. He couldn't tell at all who she was favouring right now, but he ached terribly for it to be him. He called out to her, voice low and sweet and songlike. It wasn't like him to vocalize his love. He supposed he was getting softer as he got older. His lungs couldn't manage another extra noise in addition to how hard they were working, so he opted for a mental proclamation. Aith, he said softly. He didn't feel any other words were needed - the way he said her name spoke louder than anything else could.
He worried. He really did. As confident as he was, the longer the flight drew on, the more concerned he got for his chances at winning. Would she choose one of the younger dragons there? The ones only recently graduated? They had undeniable youth. He wasn't too old himself, though. He was older, yes, but not old. He was not elderly. He was not in declining health. Still... there were a great many flights he lost. Sometimes, it was discouraging. Mostly, he didn't let it get to him. It shouldn't matter if he lost. It would matter greatly if he won, though. Determination welling up inside him again, he gathered his strength.
With a powerful push, he flew faster than he had the entire flight. His body screamed at him, but he ignored it. He pushed himself to his limits, gaining on the beautiful pink Aith. He would show how hard he was working for her. She would see how important she was to him at this very moment - this wonderful, crucial moment. Aith, he said again, softer but even more loving than the last time.
R'fus took a step towards P'rth. The way he had cocked his head, almost alluringly, had gotten to him. Normally, it wouldn't, but... who cared about how things normally went? This was right now. He was completely infatuated, dark-ringed eyes searching P'rth's face and body. As Eondith was fixated upon Aith, R'fus was fixated upon P'rth. All he could do was hope, though, and fly hard with his dragon half. He would catch her, if she would have him. [/blockquote] |
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Post by theknightwhosaysni on Oct 31, 2010 15:28:14 GMT -5
Time manipulates your heart,
Preconceptions torn apart
Begin to doubt my state of mind
But I won't go down on what I said
She hadn't made a decision. As the flight wore on, Veejarth could feel himself tiring, his chances of winning growing slimmer as his blue competitors kept going strong. He would have to do something drastic, impressive, if he was to win Aith's flight. And losing was out of the question. To lose was to be deemed unworthy by the pink he'd known all of his life.
With a soft hiss at the thought, Veejarth threw himself forward again, wings beating against the air. The glowing pink hide before him was his goal, his dream. Everything hung upon her decision about who won, but he didn't want to wait passively until she'd decided. If he did that, one of the other blues, one of his competitors, would come up with a shining and beautiful idea that would steal her heart away.
Twisting in the air at the thought, Veejarth snarled to himself. No! He wasn't going to lose. All of his adventures were going to have a happy ending, and today was no exception. A flight was an adventure, just as surely as hatching had been an adventure, betweening had been an adventure, his first flight with His had been an adventure. Technically, everything in life was an adventure and his adventures had to have a happy ending. Veejarth wasn't going to accept anything less than that.
The only ideas he could think of, however, weren't going to be any help with Aith. Right then, he was counting his lucky stars that he did know Aith. It helped him rule out ideas that would get her attention in a bad way, like going after one of the blues. She wanted a mannerly dragon, he knew that from his experience with her. Even with the lust that pounded in his veins, he managed to remember that.
Twitching his tail despite the fact that it slowed him down at a point where slowing down was going to hurt him, Veejarth huffed to himself. Ugh. Thinking wasn't made for flights. He'd just have to . . . fly. It rankled just a bit that Veejarth couldn't come up with any astounding ideas to wow Aith and convince her that he was the one, but...
The lust surged in his brain like a pounding pulse as Veejarth dragged himself forward, very aware of the fact that he was tired, that he couldn't allow himself to slow and of Aith. He shoved her other suitors to the back of his mind and crooned to his pink star, arching his neck.
Meanwhile, Amara gave a slow, cautious grin is response to P'rth's smile for her. Yes, he'd smiled to everyone, tried to lure them in, but that didn't mean that she couldn't try to delude herself, convince herself that he was smiling for her and only for her. The possessive edge to her thoughts would have scared the girl if she weren't nearly drowning in the lust that pounded in Veejarth's body. Of course, because she had never felt this lust before, it definitely had her on edge as she stared at P'rth, eyes wide as she drank his form in.
Some part of her was aware of Veejarth's struggles as he tried to decide how he would prove himself to Aith, but most of her mind was devoted purely to the form of P'rth, to the smile that he'd given her, even if it had seemed almost predatory.
I won't retract convictions read
I may perplex, but I'm not blind
So take all this noise into your brain
And send it back again
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Post by matsi on Oct 31, 2010 16:00:49 GMT -5
There it was. Aith let out a pleased croon as her bright pink form broke into the mass that was her goal cloud. It was cool against her hot hide, and was like a mist on a blazing fire. It made her wiggle her body as she twisted and started to turn her massive form around. She knew who her winner was. Yes, she knew for sure. She turned to look at her followers, taking in their site as she hovered for a moment, then let out a croon to them. She watched her winner, waiting to see if he knew he had won. He clearly hadn't a clue.
Veejarth. She crooned as she launched her pink body at him and twined around him. He was hers. She crooned and rubbed her head on his neck and head.
Vee she crooned again as her talons grasped her winner.
Aith's eyes shot to the two blues and hissed warningly. She wanted them gone now. They were not her winners. No, not her winners at all! She hissed again, but was soon back to rubbing her head onto Vee and crooning.
P'rth's eyes shifted from the other figures, their appearances becoming so unacceptble as Aith revieled her choice. He lookedd at Amara, a dear friend of his, the only love he had ever had. It was only right that she and Vee were to win. He approved of Aith's choice, he just couldn't focus on that approval right now. The lust was pounding in his chest, and wanted to come out... NOW! Aith made her choice, and began to twine herself around her winner, it was only fit that Hers did the same, was it not? P'rth stepped forward to Amara, his arms, grabbing her around the waist. Yes, he approved, and he wasn't going to let anything change Aith's mind, not that it could be changed. He needed this moment. He WANTED this more than anything else on all of Pern. He wanted Amara.
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Post by theknightwhosaysni on Oct 31, 2010 18:58:14 GMT -5
Never want to fly
Never want to leave
Never want to say what you mean to me
Never want to run
At the cloud, she twisted in the air, rounding on them with her purple filled eyes. If it had been anyone other than Aith, he would have feared an injury at her claws. Since it was Aith, though, Veejarth was merely wary as she moved towards her suitors. Was she choosing, then? As she launched her glowing pink body towards them, Veejarth had to admit that yes, she probably was.
Steeling himself for defeat, the black watched Aith's movements guardedly, suspecting that she would go for one of those blues that also sought her heart. Or perhaps they merely longed to take her body down from the sky. Was that the only reason that they chased Aith? The thought made Veejarth bristle, even as Aith reached her suitors, made her final decision and twined herself around . . . him?
All exhaustion vanished as Veejarth spread his wings to catch them as they fell, tumbling from the sky in a ball of black and pink hide, blending together as he slowed their tumble. Aith...
[/i] The black dragon crooned her name, My Aith.[/i] He'd like to see them try and take his pink beauty from him. Satisfaction washed through her body, straight from Veejarth as the black laid his claim to his pink dragoness. As P'rth stepped forward, some brave, lusty part of Amara pulled her forward as well, pressed her against P'rth and brought a soft noise of approval from her throat as his hands touched her waist. She stretched on her toes, only to realize that she definitely wasn't tall enough to kiss his face. Hmph. With a noise of disapproval this time, Amara let the world around her fade into blackness. There was only P'rth. Only him, but that perfectly all right with her. It wasn't like they were important, only he was. Approval radiated from the recently graduated dragon and rider as they pressed closer to their winners in unison. Up is down,
The impossible occurs each day,
This intoxication thrills me
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