02.May.14, 12:12 PM
He had been dreaming when Gelabrith's quiet growl jerked him awake. Relief and sadness poured into him when the dream cut off at a particularly painful bit. So many things could go wrong when T'drin and his bronze finally made it back north and his mind had not given him any leeway in the matter. Gel? he questioned as he swung his legs over the side of his bed, What's wrong? The bronze was slow to answer, his mind a jumble of nearly incoherent thoughts and emotions, causing T'drin to stagger a little. He grunted when his steps landed his shoulder into the door frame.
Slipping out quietly he found his bronze, crouched and ready to spring into the air. His eyes widen at the sight of Gelabrith in such a state. The normally placid bronze, eye beginning to redden, growled low again, his eyes focused on some other sight. "Gelabrith?" T'drin questioned again, "Gel? What the fuck is wrong?!" T'drin could not make heads or tails of the clutter that was beginning fill him up. It was frightening and T'drin didn't like the feeling at all.
Another growl and finally the bronze twisted his head to gaze at his rider,She will rise tonight, The words were gravely, growled and low in T'drin's mind and he had but a second to wonder who before Gelabrith gave a roar that rocked his bones and shot to the beast pens to blood the herdbeasts that ran and bleated in terror. A bright vision, brilliant and gold shot past T'drin to land in another pen.
His mouth opened in a silent "O" and the panic set in, Gel! You're too young. You'll never win, my heart! Stay on the ground! The bronze gave his rider no thought. He was ready. Young and fit. He could win this race and T'drin would not keep him from it. Nothing and no one would keep him from the prize!I am! I will! You will not keep me from her! Gelabrith snarled at T'drin as red eyes tracked Wydrith with intent.
When the gold shot into the air, Gelabrith was not far behind her. It was then that his lust, powerful and deep, coursed through T'drin's body and the young bronzer fought to remain standing. His body flushed and his face reddened as his made his way towards Peorray. He didn't know what would happen, had no real thought past those of his wild and furious dragon. He did know that he and Gelabrith had no chance of winning the flight of on of the best flying golds in the weyr. She would be tricky and quick.And I am strong, Gelabrith's growling voice broke into his thoughts before the bronze flooded his rider with intent.
Slipping out quietly he found his bronze, crouched and ready to spring into the air. His eyes widen at the sight of Gelabrith in such a state. The normally placid bronze, eye beginning to redden, growled low again, his eyes focused on some other sight. "Gelabrith?" T'drin questioned again, "Gel? What the fuck is wrong?!" T'drin could not make heads or tails of the clutter that was beginning fill him up. It was frightening and T'drin didn't like the feeling at all.
Another growl and finally the bronze twisted his head to gaze at his rider,
His mouth opened in a silent "O" and the panic set in, Gel! You're too young. You'll never win, my heart! Stay on the ground! The bronze gave his rider no thought. He was ready. Young and fit. He could win this race and T'drin would not keep him from it. Nothing and no one would keep him from the prize!
When the gold shot into the air, Gelabrith was not far behind her. It was then that his lust, powerful and deep, coursed through T'drin's body and the young bronzer fought to remain standing. His body flushed and his face reddened as his made his way towards Peorray. He didn't know what would happen, had no real thought past those of his wild and furious dragon. He did know that he and Gelabrith had no chance of winning the flight of on of the best flying golds in the weyr. She would be tricky and quick.