12.Nov.12, 08:26 AM
What a nightmare.
A'liran threw himself into the bath house, heart slamming in his chest as he shut the door behind him. Those fuckers would never find him in here! He was trembling all over from exertion, his lung burning and his hands shaking. They were coming! Searching for him! They wanted to snatch him and claim him as their own! Too bad they were too fucking stupid! They would never see past his clever trick, now would they!
The greenrider laughed as he took off down the hall, not bothering to stop and catch his breath. There was no time! Astoreth was still screeching in the sky, which meant hungry eyes were still searching for him! Of course, A'liran had no idea what he would do if he did actually escape them, but that was a problem for the future. For now, he needed to keep moving! Astoreth was flying! A'liran was flying! He couldn't just stop!
He made his way through the main chamber and located an empty bathing room. He could sense prying eyes watching him, for the main chamber wasn't completely unoccupied, but they were fellow greenriders so fuck them. He ducked inside, thinking himself clever, and swiftly closed the door.
Now what? He suddenly realized he'd penned himself in. He could climb the walls over this!
He started to pace. He could feel the wind on his face, see the stars glinting above him...was that a blaze of blue he saw out of the corner of his left eye? He panted for breath, throat burning. He'd been flying for so long! He and Astoreth were strong today! Had they ever flown so long?
As lean and healthy as he was, A'liran was tired. He knelt on the floor to catch his breath and hung his head. That one moment of weakness was all it took. He twitched and hissed as he suddenly felt strong claws latching on to him. "Astoreth!" he cried, his voice echoing against the water and stone walls as he flailed onto his side, falling to the floor as she fell from the sky.
Shards, but he was alone! Suddenly desperate, he grabbed the front of his pants pushed them down. "Shards!" he screamed as he grasped himself. Fine; if he had no flight winner, he would just take care of the problem himself!
Of course, he thought himself clever, but he still wanted his flight winner...and he was foolish to assume that his flight winner would not find him. He was so preoccupied that he didn't even hear the footsteps.
A'liran threw himself into the bath house, heart slamming in his chest as he shut the door behind him. Those fuckers would never find him in here! He was trembling all over from exertion, his lung burning and his hands shaking. They were coming! Searching for him! They wanted to snatch him and claim him as their own! Too bad they were too fucking stupid! They would never see past his clever trick, now would they!
The greenrider laughed as he took off down the hall, not bothering to stop and catch his breath. There was no time! Astoreth was still screeching in the sky, which meant hungry eyes were still searching for him! Of course, A'liran had no idea what he would do if he did actually escape them, but that was a problem for the future. For now, he needed to keep moving! Astoreth was flying! A'liran was flying! He couldn't just stop!
He made his way through the main chamber and located an empty bathing room. He could sense prying eyes watching him, for the main chamber wasn't completely unoccupied, but they were fellow greenriders so fuck them. He ducked inside, thinking himself clever, and swiftly closed the door.
Now what? He suddenly realized he'd penned himself in. He could climb the walls over this!
He started to pace. He could feel the wind on his face, see the stars glinting above him...was that a blaze of blue he saw out of the corner of his left eye? He panted for breath, throat burning. He'd been flying for so long! He and Astoreth were strong today! Had they ever flown so long?
As lean and healthy as he was, A'liran was tired. He knelt on the floor to catch his breath and hung his head. That one moment of weakness was all it took. He twitched and hissed as he suddenly felt strong claws latching on to him. "Astoreth!" he cried, his voice echoing against the water and stone walls as he flailed onto his side, falling to the floor as she fell from the sky.
Shards, but he was alone! Suddenly desperate, he grabbed the front of his pants pushed them down. "Shards!" he screamed as he grasped himself. Fine; if he had no flight winner, he would just take care of the problem himself!
Of course, he thought himself clever, but he still wanted his flight winner...and he was foolish to assume that his flight winner would not find him. He was so preoccupied that he didn't even hear the footsteps.