Post by kireon on Dec 10, 2012 2:18:37 GMT -5
Despite the flutter of nerves that had settled low in her belly, Durian found that Mesreath's guidance, his single-minded intensity was a welcome respite from her own thoughts. Her own self-admitted weakness, should she ever choose to divulge it, would be that she cared and thought entirely too much to be healthy; so, having such a close bond with a creature of respectable intelligence, but purely driven by instinct was, in this case, quite the blessing in disguise. The smirk that tugged across her lips was unfeigned, genuine as her eyes hooded at the tug that pulled her closer to the admirably large bed, and to the warmth of a lap.
One hand raised up, sliding up his chest to brace against his shoulder as she cast her gaze behind her, looking to see what held the man's attention as her attention flicked between the sensation of skin- her fingers sliding up the side of Q'sis' neck to reach around towards the back, moving as if to rub and caress the way of a massage- and body heat against her own, to feeling, hearing and catching the occasional flash of Mesreath's pursuit. Get her. She managed to think, as her fingernails lightly scraped down the back of the tall man's neck, following him down until she withdrew her hand, balancing as she perched on one of his knees and thighs. That hand, where did he- ooh, that was what he'd been questing for.
And here the rumors had been that they couldn't exactly stand one another, but for the fact their dragons had some intensely special bond with one another- or something like that.
Spring-green eyes blinked once, twice, and the smile returned. So this was going to be one of those things some of the fussier people of Pern always whispered about- and, somehow, that didn't annoy or bother her in the least. In that moment, it was right and as it should be; dragonrider tending and rivaling other dragonriders. Her free hand, the one not currently tracing teasing little circles on whatever bit of exposed flesh with the tips of her fingers that she could find on his person, reached up to unbutton the collar of her jacket, one at a time with the last button popping free, the garment shrugged impatiently off her shoulders to be tossed carelessly to the floor.
Saia was given a friendly, if a touch competitive wink and grin, Jazz and Ro'ark each an appraising look over her shoulder once more, and gave them a self-assured incline of her head, as if telling them to get over there already. Plenty of room, after all- and if they hadn't noticed already. A giddy feeling swept through her at the same moment her dragon gave his answering challenge to a bugle that seemed to echo madly within her head.
Atta boy, she thought distantly, her attention, her sense of self-merging with that of her dragon's. What he wanted, she wanted.
The fierce-tempered brown watched, eyes on 'his' prize as the glowing-brass tan swooped, getting a feel for her pursuers, no doubt, and prepared himself to receive her challenge. He would put all he was into this, there would be no other who would protect and defend the way he could. His attention sharply dropped down, watching her go beneath him and angled to follow, nearly spinning upside down in his attempt to match her- and dropped his wings as he pursued. He could drop fast, he could do the same thing and more that she could. In a rapid arc, his body curved, wings flat against his side in a dive as he pulled up sharply, feeling the pull and stretch of muscles in his wings and back. He Chased further, chasing her back up with several hard, rapid wing-beats and sweeps. Jaws parting, he roared in her direction, letting her know he was there, and he would not be out of this game of hers any time soon.
And then, there were two of them, glowing- one like the moon, the other like the sun. Unath was his choice, and Durian's whisper to 'get her' into his mind only seemed to further serve to confirm this idea. Both of them, however, were a sight that his lust-driven brain managed to enjoy for the moment before his petty jealousy kicked in. Attention should be reserved for him, he was the one chasing, the others didn't matter! Let them chase Mith if they so wished, he wanted Unath!
Nelideth could feel himself beginning to get winded, had been for a short amount of time, but the sheer stubbornness, the ego and pride at having not only flown a full Goldflight and returning unscathed- the exhaustion that had taken him an entire day and a half to recover from, and the additional day of light work notwithstanding- kept him going, pursuing Unath even as she turned wing and tail to intercept him, and, of course, the others he supposed he had to acknowledge as well.
Unath's attention was more than enough to make him more than perk up, each beat, each movement of his wings somehow instantly more fluid, more graceful and smooth than before- as if he thought the tan would notice and remember such a thing in that moment. Whatever she wished, he would give to her. The bugle in his direction was just the thing he needed, energy and any signs of weariness vanquished from the surge of determination to catch the flying star.
And then Mith showed up and just ruined everything he had planned.
With a roar of surprise tempered with frustration, Nelideth angled himself up sharply, losing speed and thus ground on his pursuit of Unath, the shining brass star as she was. Unath was the stars... burning brightly, but Mith was the soft, pearlescent glow of the moon.
Should he pursue and shoot for the burning star that was Unath? Or would angling for the glowing moon that was Mith?
The Star... or The Moon...?
Confusion warred with frustration born of driven lust in his mind and Nelideth tossed his head, narrowing his eyes as he changed pursuit tactics, sharply swooping and pounding the air with his wings in order to meet the pale, glowing form of the pale dragon. Perhaps Unath would see him changing direction, and would pursue him to claim him, he didn't know if Tans were possessive over their suitors or not, but the thought of being the one pursued was enough to soothe his own ego even as he angled back, waiting for Mith to pass before attempting to swat his tail against her back leg in a friendly manner to catch her attention.
He could still do silly little show off tricks too, thank Faranth very much.
One hand raised up, sliding up his chest to brace against his shoulder as she cast her gaze behind her, looking to see what held the man's attention as her attention flicked between the sensation of skin- her fingers sliding up the side of Q'sis' neck to reach around towards the back, moving as if to rub and caress the way of a massage- and body heat against her own, to feeling, hearing and catching the occasional flash of Mesreath's pursuit. Get her. She managed to think, as her fingernails lightly scraped down the back of the tall man's neck, following him down until she withdrew her hand, balancing as she perched on one of his knees and thighs. That hand, where did he- ooh, that was what he'd been questing for.
And here the rumors had been that they couldn't exactly stand one another, but for the fact their dragons had some intensely special bond with one another- or something like that.
Spring-green eyes blinked once, twice, and the smile returned. So this was going to be one of those things some of the fussier people of Pern always whispered about- and, somehow, that didn't annoy or bother her in the least. In that moment, it was right and as it should be; dragonrider tending and rivaling other dragonriders. Her free hand, the one not currently tracing teasing little circles on whatever bit of exposed flesh with the tips of her fingers that she could find on his person, reached up to unbutton the collar of her jacket, one at a time with the last button popping free, the garment shrugged impatiently off her shoulders to be tossed carelessly to the floor.
Saia was given a friendly, if a touch competitive wink and grin, Jazz and Ro'ark each an appraising look over her shoulder once more, and gave them a self-assured incline of her head, as if telling them to get over there already. Plenty of room, after all- and if they hadn't noticed already. A giddy feeling swept through her at the same moment her dragon gave his answering challenge to a bugle that seemed to echo madly within her head.
Atta boy, she thought distantly, her attention, her sense of self-merging with that of her dragon's. What he wanted, she wanted.
The fierce-tempered brown watched, eyes on 'his' prize as the glowing-brass tan swooped, getting a feel for her pursuers, no doubt, and prepared himself to receive her challenge. He would put all he was into this, there would be no other who would protect and defend the way he could. His attention sharply dropped down, watching her go beneath him and angled to follow, nearly spinning upside down in his attempt to match her- and dropped his wings as he pursued. He could drop fast, he could do the same thing and more that she could. In a rapid arc, his body curved, wings flat against his side in a dive as he pulled up sharply, feeling the pull and stretch of muscles in his wings and back. He Chased further, chasing her back up with several hard, rapid wing-beats and sweeps. Jaws parting, he roared in her direction, letting her know he was there, and he would not be out of this game of hers any time soon.
And then, there were two of them, glowing- one like the moon, the other like the sun. Unath was his choice, and Durian's whisper to 'get her' into his mind only seemed to further serve to confirm this idea. Both of them, however, were a sight that his lust-driven brain managed to enjoy for the moment before his petty jealousy kicked in. Attention should be reserved for him, he was the one chasing, the others didn't matter! Let them chase Mith if they so wished, he wanted Unath!
Nelideth could feel himself beginning to get winded, had been for a short amount of time, but the sheer stubbornness, the ego and pride at having not only flown a full Goldflight and returning unscathed- the exhaustion that had taken him an entire day and a half to recover from, and the additional day of light work notwithstanding- kept him going, pursuing Unath even as she turned wing and tail to intercept him, and, of course, the others he supposed he had to acknowledge as well.
Unath's attention was more than enough to make him more than perk up, each beat, each movement of his wings somehow instantly more fluid, more graceful and smooth than before- as if he thought the tan would notice and remember such a thing in that moment. Whatever she wished, he would give to her. The bugle in his direction was just the thing he needed, energy and any signs of weariness vanquished from the surge of determination to catch the flying star.
And then Mith showed up and just ruined everything he had planned.
With a roar of surprise tempered with frustration, Nelideth angled himself up sharply, losing speed and thus ground on his pursuit of Unath, the shining brass star as she was. Unath was the stars... burning brightly, but Mith was the soft, pearlescent glow of the moon.
Should he pursue and shoot for the burning star that was Unath? Or would angling for the glowing moon that was Mith?
The Star... or The Moon...?
Confusion warred with frustration born of driven lust in his mind and Nelideth tossed his head, narrowing his eyes as he changed pursuit tactics, sharply swooping and pounding the air with his wings in order to meet the pale, glowing form of the pale dragon. Perhaps Unath would see him changing direction, and would pursue him to claim him, he didn't know if Tans were possessive over their suitors or not, but the thought of being the one pursued was enough to soothe his own ego even as he angled back, waiting for Mith to pass before attempting to swat his tail against her back leg in a friendly manner to catch her attention.
He could still do silly little show off tricks too, thank Faranth very much.