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23.Jan.12, 02:37 AM
It was hot today, scorching even. Despite being quite late in the afternoon, Tsuen found herself dipping a cloth into a bucket of water beside her, ringing it out and dabbing it across her forehead and neck. The elbow-length sleeves of her dress swished across her arms as she moved, bringing seconds of relief to her heated skin. Though she was tucked away within her hut, she felt as if she stood upon hatching sands. Placing the cloth down she picked up her quill, frowning at the paperwork before her: a listing of new arrivals this turn. Hadn't she given this to E'lore the other week? Despite that memory, the document had ended up on her desk again for her to look at.
Tsuen.
Nirinath's voice was loud and sharp, breaking through her rider's attempt to concentrate easily. Dropping the quill she pinched the bridge of her nose in irritation, leaning back into her chair as her eyelids slid shut. 'Yes Nirinath?' She asked testily, not in the mood to be asked to bath or oil her dragon, particularly in the summer sun.
Fly with me.
At first Nirinath's words, which were a clear, sharp order, went straight over Tsuen's head. There was a pause for a few seconds, as if the whole Weyr was holding their breath in anticipation. Comprehension slammed into Tsuen's mind like a brick and she stood, knocking her chair backwards and sending the ink pot flying with her hand.
"Now?!" Tsuen shouted, berating herself for having not seen the signs. She had almost grown accustomed to her Gold's lack of mating flights throughout the past sixteen turns. The burning Katilian summer had blinded her to Nirinath's glowing hide which now shot into the sky, slowly winging over to where wherries and herdbeast were kept in pens. Tsuen stumbled over to the window, gazing outside as her dragon dove, burning like the sun.
Flesh.
The word reverberated throughout Tsuen's body, she could feel herself craving the raw meat of a wherry in every bone. But this wasn't her first or second flight, it was her eighth and she knew better. Throwing the window open she leant out and shrieked ear-piercingly. "Don't you DARE take a bite of that wherry!"
I must.
Nirinath looked over to her rider, a wherry squirming in her jaws. Ichor was seeping into her mouth and down her neck, vibrant green against her butternut hide. The battle of wills lasted no longer, the taste was irresistible. Greedily she sucked, ripping the wherry into two so that she could get to the ichor even sooner and in greater quantities. But one, one was not enough. Dropping the dried carcass she turned her gaze to the squealing creatures running rampant on the other side of the massive pen. Red eyes whirled ravenously while she licked her lips clean of the ichor.
Crack, crunch!
A second and a third wherry hung limp from her hands, fingernails sinking deep into them. Or were they talons? Tsuen felt herself becoming so enthralled with Nirinath that she didn't know who was who anymore, just that they must fly. Her fingers dug deep into the wooden windowsill, nails creating new marks alongside those that had been made three turns prior. The entrance of men and a few scattered women into her hut went unnoticed as ichor poured down Nirinath's throat, she could taste the coppery substance, she hungered for more. It wasn't long before a fourth and fifth lay dead in the dirt.
Fly with me.
The words echoed out across the Weyr to every male dragon as Nirinath turned her gaze to the cloudless sky, powerful hind legs propelling her upwards in one mighty shove. Pale wings beat in long, powerful strokes as she streaked into the sky, rising several dozen feet high. Satisfied with her height she flared her wings, sitting like a dragon-shaped sun in the sky for a moment. Rapidly whirling eyes glinted, her lust-filled mind broadcasting to every man and woman for miles. A single, frightening roar ripped from her chest, a challenge to every Blue, Brown and Bronze. With that, she was gone, spiralling away to the south.
She Who Demands
Gold Nirinath of Tsuen
They Who Obey
Bronze Ronarth of D'ren
Bronze Vargenth of R'hai
Brown Krith of F'nell
Brown Nishkath of O'wain
Blue Beloyath of K'ren
Blue Zheaymath of C'dal
Brown Uhoroth of E'lore
He Who Captures The Sun
Bronze Ronarth of D'ren
Tsuen.
Nirinath's voice was loud and sharp, breaking through her rider's attempt to concentrate easily. Dropping the quill she pinched the bridge of her nose in irritation, leaning back into her chair as her eyelids slid shut. 'Yes Nirinath?' She asked testily, not in the mood to be asked to bath or oil her dragon, particularly in the summer sun.
Fly with me.
At first Nirinath's words, which were a clear, sharp order, went straight over Tsuen's head. There was a pause for a few seconds, as if the whole Weyr was holding their breath in anticipation. Comprehension slammed into Tsuen's mind like a brick and she stood, knocking her chair backwards and sending the ink pot flying with her hand.
"Now?!" Tsuen shouted, berating herself for having not seen the signs. She had almost grown accustomed to her Gold's lack of mating flights throughout the past sixteen turns. The burning Katilian summer had blinded her to Nirinath's glowing hide which now shot into the sky, slowly winging over to where wherries and herdbeast were kept in pens. Tsuen stumbled over to the window, gazing outside as her dragon dove, burning like the sun.
Flesh.
The word reverberated throughout Tsuen's body, she could feel herself craving the raw meat of a wherry in every bone. But this wasn't her first or second flight, it was her eighth and she knew better. Throwing the window open she leant out and shrieked ear-piercingly. "Don't you DARE take a bite of that wherry!"
I must.
Nirinath looked over to her rider, a wherry squirming in her jaws. Ichor was seeping into her mouth and down her neck, vibrant green against her butternut hide. The battle of wills lasted no longer, the taste was irresistible. Greedily she sucked, ripping the wherry into two so that she could get to the ichor even sooner and in greater quantities. But one, one was not enough. Dropping the dried carcass she turned her gaze to the squealing creatures running rampant on the other side of the massive pen. Red eyes whirled ravenously while she licked her lips clean of the ichor.
Crack, crunch!
A second and a third wherry hung limp from her hands, fingernails sinking deep into them. Or were they talons? Tsuen felt herself becoming so enthralled with Nirinath that she didn't know who was who anymore, just that they must fly. Her fingers dug deep into the wooden windowsill, nails creating new marks alongside those that had been made three turns prior. The entrance of men and a few scattered women into her hut went unnoticed as ichor poured down Nirinath's throat, she could taste the coppery substance, she hungered for more. It wasn't long before a fourth and fifth lay dead in the dirt.
Fly with me.
The words echoed out across the Weyr to every male dragon as Nirinath turned her gaze to the cloudless sky, powerful hind legs propelling her upwards in one mighty shove. Pale wings beat in long, powerful strokes as she streaked into the sky, rising several dozen feet high. Satisfied with her height she flared her wings, sitting like a dragon-shaped sun in the sky for a moment. Rapidly whirling eyes glinted, her lust-filled mind broadcasting to every man and woman for miles. A single, frightening roar ripped from her chest, a challenge to every Blue, Brown and Bronze. With that, she was gone, spiralling away to the south.
She Who Demands
Gold Nirinath of Tsuen
They Who Obey
Bronze Ronarth of D'ren
Bronze Vargenth of R'hai
Brown Krith of F'nell
Brown Nishkath of O'wain
Blue Beloyath of K'ren
Blue Zheaymath of C'dal
He Who Captures The Sun
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