19.Sep.13, 04:52 AM
The growl of the slim but athletic young man before him brought a grin to O'wain's lips. He had made love with this young man before and since, had rarely seen him. O'wain had not thought much about it, after all many of his partners didn't want to return to him. But he knew many did come back as he was a very skilled lover.
There weren't many times he faced off a potential mate who was so aggressive. O'wain shifted to a wider stance, crouching low. There was nowhere to run on this small ledge, a part of O'wain who wasn't Nishkath realized.
"I am here, I have earned it," O'wain stated huskily. "Nishkath will earn her, he is very good catching greens...such a pretty green too."
He was in no rush, there was no competition here on the ledge (in the sky). O'wain (Nishkath) moved with lazy certainty. With the cliff behind Z'jan and O'wain between him and the edge of the ledge, the greenrider only had the brown's arms to run into.
Nishkath admired the mottled pattern green before him, saw how she moved this way and that, the sun brilliant against her hide. He will have her. His wings were strong and he didn't tire as fast as the blues and greens and often out lasted browns. He didn't win all his flights but he prided himself in never dropping out of a fight due to tiredness. He had been out maneuvered by others and injured by a gold but a green he caught catch especially when the sky belonged to them.
I try, beautiful one, and soon I will win. First we fly for it is a brilliant and glorious feeling to fly with one so bright.
There weren't many times he faced off a potential mate who was so aggressive. O'wain shifted to a wider stance, crouching low. There was nowhere to run on this small ledge, a part of O'wain who wasn't Nishkath realized.
"I am here, I have earned it," O'wain stated huskily. "Nishkath will earn her, he is very good catching greens...such a pretty green too."
He was in no rush, there was no competition here on the ledge (in the sky). O'wain (Nishkath) moved with lazy certainty. With the cliff behind Z'jan and O'wain between him and the edge of the ledge, the greenrider only had the brown's arms to run into.
Nishkath admired the mottled pattern green before him, saw how she moved this way and that, the sun brilliant against her hide. He will have her. His wings were strong and he didn't tire as fast as the blues and greens and often out lasted browns. He didn't win all his flights but he prided himself in never dropping out of a fight due to tiredness. He had been out maneuvered by others and injured by a gold but a green he caught catch especially when the sky belonged to them.