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03.Sep.13, 12:37 AM
He was getting ready for the day when he felt Berruth suddenly tense. T'rel froze, reaching for his dragon to see what was up. Pretty... T'rel frowned. It wasn't Shanith, she had risen a couple of weeks ago, and Berruth had won her. Ravana still cringed whenever she sighted him, as she should.
There weren't too many other greens his bronze was interested in, and he'd yet to show interest in the golds. T'rel discouraged it. Golds meant whiny holder girls and eggs on the sands and a headache he could do without. He thought to his dragon. You're not chasing a green so soon after Shanith. Order given, t'rel finished dressing. His Berruth would never disobey him.
The bronze snorted, then slipped his control, pacing to the herdbeast pen.She's gold. Pretty firey gold... That last was crooned to the queen. Like certain other dragons, he pounced a heardbest, breaking its back then blooding it quickly. Between that one and the next, T'rel gripped his mind tight. No. Sending a troublemaking greenrider to the infirmary post flight, or having her show up battered about was one thing. Greenriders were worthless, particularly the females. Goldriders were another. He'd heard the growls after S'kef had taken Jada, and he'd only bruised her a little...He didn't want that attention.
When the golden bitch took off though, his Berruth took off after her, staying on the ground, lust coursing through his veins. T'rel swore. Berruth. Here, now! The bronze took off sooner than he wnated to, but knowing his rider would ground him if he stayed on the ground. He took flight, finding currents to help him stay aloft and took his rider's mind entirely. Thefierypretty gold was his!
Anger twined with the lust, frustrated rage boiling out onto an unfortunate brown. Berruth snapped at him, felt ichor coat his tongue and snarled with triumph. Browns weren't worth the fieryprettygold's attention. He roared into the dawn sky, his side already burning with pain from the few minutes flight he'd put into this.MINE!
T'rel wasn't sure when he'd started heading towards the goldrider's hut, fighting it each step of the way, then yielding once he felt his dragon's raging determination. It wouldn't be so bad, this flight. Berruth was sure to lose. His patented technique of dropping on a dragon from Between once they were high enough would never work on a gold...right?
Eyes would lock to Rhaedalyn once he saw her, T'rel folding his arms over his chest. The dreamer. No wonder his dragon was interested in her egglayer. Well, at least she was pretty. He would enjoy her, once Berruth caught the gold whore in the skies. Making her pay for his dragon's disobedience might even be fun.
There weren't too many other greens his bronze was interested in, and he'd yet to show interest in the golds. T'rel discouraged it. Golds meant whiny holder girls and eggs on the sands and a headache he could do without. He thought to his dragon. You're not chasing a green so soon after Shanith. Order given, t'rel finished dressing. His Berruth would never disobey him.
The bronze snorted, then slipped his control, pacing to the herdbeast pen.
When the golden bitch took off though, his Berruth took off after her, staying on the ground, lust coursing through his veins. T'rel swore. Berruth. Here, now! The bronze took off sooner than he wnated to, but knowing his rider would ground him if he stayed on the ground. He took flight, finding currents to help him stay aloft and took his rider's mind entirely. Thefierypretty gold was his!
Anger twined with the lust, frustrated rage boiling out onto an unfortunate brown. Berruth snapped at him, felt ichor coat his tongue and snarled with triumph. Browns weren't worth the fieryprettygold's attention. He roared into the dawn sky, his side already burning with pain from the few minutes flight he'd put into this.
T'rel wasn't sure when he'd started heading towards the goldrider's hut, fighting it each step of the way, then yielding once he felt his dragon's raging determination. It wouldn't be so bad, this flight. Berruth was sure to lose. His patented technique of dropping on a dragon from Between once they were high enough would never work on a gold...right?
Eyes would lock to Rhaedalyn once he saw her, T'rel folding his arms over his chest. The dreamer. No wonder his dragon was interested in her egglayer. Well, at least she was pretty. He would enjoy her, once Berruth caught the gold whore in the skies. Making her pay for his dragon's disobedience might even be fun.
