02.Jun.13, 08:40 AM
She was flying! Aveleth released something between a croon and a bark of surprise, as she shot off, the youthful creature was so agile and elegant! He paused, not bothering to shoot after her as those around him took off the instant she did; he was too busy watching her with fascination. The sunlight on her wings was reflective and capturing, and Aveleth likely would have sat there all day in captivated awe were it not for the less than subtle shove from Z’ia. The young blue could fawn over how beautiful she was after he flew her!
Crooning lowly once more, Aveleth pushed off lightly from his perch. He arrowed swiftly and skilfully through the early morning air, wings beating sure and strong. It felt good to fly! The brilliant sun was bright, radiating like the green beautify leading them such a fun chase, the clouds few and far between in the crisp dawn air. It was a wonderful setting! An eye roll from Z’ia at the dragon’s poetic delights was ignored as Aveleth shifted slightly, dipping past another blue in order to inch a bit closer to Araith, his lusty gaze no less gentle than any other time Aveleth looked upon anyone, as he watched her move through the air.
Would you quit fantasising? It’s not Rilaleeyth! Of course, the chases for that green usually came with such determination as Aveleth rarely exhibited anywhere else. The dragon gave a snort, winging out of reach of a nasty snap from another dragon and giving every indication of a sad pout at the nasty behaviour. His heart wasn’t in the chase, and Z’ia huffed irritably as he stalked pointedly to and fro around S’jin. He could still feel the tendrils of Aveleth’s lust, but the blue was not distracted by thoughts of Rilaleeyth and Z’ia’s eyes rolled skyward again as the clutch of dragonlust abandoned him and all he was left with was his own randy desires.
She could never be Rilaleeyth, Aveleth pointed out, his tone somewhere between indignant and as close to irritated as the dragon was capable of being – especially with Z’ia. Of course she isn’t, but do you not still want her? There was a pause, and he could feel Aveleth shifting through the throngs of flight without the power of lust, but still with the energy and thrill of those around him. The dragon craved his own form of adrenaline as much as Z’ia did, though he was far more subtle about his addiction. If she wants me, he responded cryptically, and Z’ia growled under his breath.
She’s a green! If you want her, take her! Z’ia, frustrated and exasperated by his dragon, followed his words through with a heavy mental command, and Aveleth made a daring attempt to snatch Araith from the very grips of the morning air, as Z’ia threw forward an arm, attempting to snatch S’jin by the collar.
Crooning lowly once more, Aveleth pushed off lightly from his perch. He arrowed swiftly and skilfully through the early morning air, wings beating sure and strong. It felt good to fly! The brilliant sun was bright, radiating like the green beautify leading them such a fun chase, the clouds few and far between in the crisp dawn air. It was a wonderful setting! An eye roll from Z’ia at the dragon’s poetic delights was ignored as Aveleth shifted slightly, dipping past another blue in order to inch a bit closer to Araith, his lusty gaze no less gentle than any other time Aveleth looked upon anyone, as he watched her move through the air.
Would you quit fantasising? It’s not Rilaleeyth! Of course, the chases for that green usually came with such determination as Aveleth rarely exhibited anywhere else. The dragon gave a snort, winging out of reach of a nasty snap from another dragon and giving every indication of a sad pout at the nasty behaviour. His heart wasn’t in the chase, and Z’ia huffed irritably as he stalked pointedly to and fro around S’jin. He could still feel the tendrils of Aveleth’s lust, but the blue was not distracted by thoughts of Rilaleeyth and Z’ia’s eyes rolled skyward again as the clutch of dragonlust abandoned him and all he was left with was his own randy desires.
She’s a green! If you want her, take her! Z’ia, frustrated and exasperated by his dragon, followed his words through with a heavy mental command, and Aveleth made a daring attempt to snatch Araith from the very grips of the morning air, as Z’ia threw forward an arm, attempting to snatch S’jin by the collar.
Unless stated otherwise, Aveleth never speaks to anyone but Z'ia