[G] [C] [F] 734.09.04 |Fooled Myself

K’tir! A pretty little green is flying! Ghaeth was nearly dancing around on the spot, the herdbeast he had been eyeing up for breakfast forgotten entirely, as was the fact that K’tir was still on his back. He loved chasing! It was fun and a very social activity. Some of the other males were a bit too into it and rough, but they were always forgiven. It was hard to keep composure around pretty females sometimes.

K’tir frowned at a flight taking place while Ghaeth was hunting. Who is it? He’d prefer his dragon focus on his hungry belly but some exceptions could be made. Um… Quelseth. She’s so adorable! The frown deepened as K’tir tried to place the name and found it. But she’s so young and fragile. Who else chases? That would be the deciding factor.

Taking that as permission to at least casually join in, Ghaeth took to the sky, releasing more of his lust for the little green in the process. K’tir scowled at the sneaky dragon as he adjusted his hold on the strap. Veeth… Dakrith… Zeianth… um K’tir’s expression turned almost murderous. That’s enough. Drop me down at the new location and give it your all, Ghaeth! His hatred of blueriders was what often had them entering green flights but any time he saw that D’hys, Z’ia, Z’rak, and a few others were in the chase that were known to be heavy handed while under the influence of flight lust, K’tir took it upon himself to be a champion of the greenriders and try to win.

As soon as Ghaeth was on the ground once more, K’tir jumped free and sent the brown beast back into the sky. The dragon’s lust and the rider’s determination was a strong combination and Ghaeth fly with confidence and skill as he joined in. K’tir followed the dragon’s lead and started his fun trek to the greenrider.