21.Sep.13, 01:54 AM
Ghalath beat her wings furiously. She must rise. Higher! She must go faster. Like a long shadow, the brown was looming over her. He'd closed the distance too quickly. Faster than she'd predicted. Though she hadn't predicted at all really. Maybe that was the problem.
She hissed at him as he closed the gap, but didn't turn her head. She couldn't waste the effort! Her wings burned, their fuel nearly spent. But she didn't want to be done. She wouldn't be done yet!--
But, something was tangling her. Grabbing her. Slowing her...
[ghalath]Nishkath![/ghalath] she screeched, accusingly. She barrel rolled in a last ditch attempt to work herself free, but this only stalled her momentum. She hung in the air, as a stone thrown upwards stalls at the peak of its rise.
Her captor was too large: the limbs were too big, the talons so much longer than her own. They caged her. But she would not be caged! She wouldn't let him trap her! Ghalath pulled away, hard. Talons ripped against her hide. She squealed, eyes swirling red, and snapped at the brown. But she missed. She was disoriented. Up was down and down was up. And Nishkath was everywhere at once. Her wings were not her own to control anymore. The point of no return had passed.
As Ghalath's progress was slowed by Nishkath, Z'jan felt his feet move backwards of their own accord. One step. Two. He pulled away from the reaching arms, but O'wain suddenly looked so large, so looming! And he blocked the only was off the mountain. Z'jan was trapped. With a soft thump he hit the back of the cliff. Here, the was space to move, but still no place to go. End of the line.
Ghalath... they... were caught... about to be.... Z'jan could feel it. But he didn't want it! Not yet! Still, the wave of flightlust began to bury him alive. He shouted at O'wain: not a word, but something guttural, primitive. But O'wain kept coming. Closer. Z'jan ground his teeth, sweat glistening on his skin. He burned. Ached. Hurt. Wanted.
Wanted to fuck. Wanted to fight.
She hissed at him as he closed the gap, but didn't turn her head. She couldn't waste the effort! Her wings burned, their fuel nearly spent. But she didn't want to be done. She wouldn't be done yet!--
But, something was tangling her. Grabbing her. Slowing her...
[ghalath]Nishkath![/ghalath] she screeched, accusingly. She barrel rolled in a last ditch attempt to work herself free, but this only stalled her momentum. She hung in the air, as a stone thrown upwards stalls at the peak of its rise.
Her captor was too large: the limbs were too big, the talons so much longer than her own. They caged her. But she would not be caged! She wouldn't let him trap her! Ghalath pulled away, hard. Talons ripped against her hide. She squealed, eyes swirling red, and snapped at the brown. But she missed. She was disoriented. Up was down and down was up. And Nishkath was everywhere at once. Her wings were not her own to control anymore. The point of no return had passed.
As Ghalath's progress was slowed by Nishkath, Z'jan felt his feet move backwards of their own accord. One step. Two. He pulled away from the reaching arms, but O'wain suddenly looked so large, so looming! And he blocked the only was off the mountain. Z'jan was trapped. With a soft thump he hit the back of the cliff. Here, the was space to move, but still no place to go. End of the line.
Ghalath... they... were caught... about to be.... Z'jan could feel it. But he didn't want it! Not yet! Still, the wave of flightlust began to bury him alive. He shouted at O'wain: not a word, but something guttural, primitive. But O'wain kept coming. Closer. Z'jan ground his teeth, sweat glistening on his skin. He burned. Ached. Hurt. Wanted.
Wanted to fuck. Wanted to fight.