06.May.14, 06:24 PM
J'tir, caught in the rush of dragonlust, bellowed his rage in echo of his dragon as the young bronzerider came toward the pair and in the sky, the younger bronze tried to close in on the gold. He was much too far gone to notice the goldrider move away from him. " She is mine!" Dragon and rider roared together, both speaking of the same, yet different, subject. Vleyth punctuated his words with a force of will in an attempt to drive off the chasing bronze, but as it came closer the mature bronze seemed to snort with derision that such a youngling thought he could fly a queen. Turning on wingtip, Vleyth cut across the path of the bronze, forcing him to either bank and avoid him or receive injury to wing or the fragile membrane that made up his sails. Any dragon would fight to avoid those injuries. Almost immediately, he turned his attention back to the gold and poured more strength into his wings.
As Wydrith pulled a sudden change of direction, heading back toward the chasing males, she clipped her way through them carefully and passed closer to the younger bronze. Vleyth saw his chance. Just as he was turning from his almost-feigned attack on Gelabrith and stretching forward, powerful strokes of his wings and much straining pushed him above her in the air. Riding adrenaline and lust, he forced his body closer and closer... until just barely... his foreleg reached out and sunk itself into the golds tail. Both man and rider bellowed triumph in their seeming catch of the golden beauty their combined eyes filled with the sights of the most beautiful females they had ever seen. Vleyth's eyes danced red and green, flashing between his emotions of anger for the younger bronze chasing, and the clouding of pleasure hiding behind the lust.
The older bronzerider, his eyes full of Peorray, caught his breath as he gazed at her. She was a strongly built woman, more curvy and taller than those he usually sought, but his eyes beheld her as the most beautiful woman living at Katila.
As Wydrith pulled a sudden change of direction, heading back toward the chasing males, she clipped her way through them carefully and passed closer to the younger bronze. Vleyth saw his chance. Just as he was turning from his almost-feigned attack on Gelabrith and stretching forward, powerful strokes of his wings and much straining pushed him above her in the air. Riding adrenaline and lust, he forced his body closer and closer... until just barely... his foreleg reached out and sunk itself into the golds tail. Both man and rider bellowed triumph in their seeming catch of the golden beauty their combined eyes filled with the sights of the most beautiful females they had ever seen. Vleyth's eyes danced red and green, flashing between his emotions of anger for the younger bronze chasing, and the clouding of pleasure hiding behind the lust.
The older bronzerider, his eyes full of Peorray, caught his breath as he gazed at her. She was a strongly built woman, more curvy and taller than those he usually sought, but his eyes beheld her as the most beautiful woman living at Katila.