16.Nov.12, 01:40 AM
Sorry, meant to have this up a little bit ago but RL hit me in the face.
Her bronze challengers were not her quickest. That honor went to the handsome Pistoth that flung himself into the air with her. She knew him well, however. He would likely be the one who would not reach the heights she sought, though the dance would be most pleasurable. Not many blues would chase her, not caring to chance it. Earnest effort was not its own reward, regardless of the platitudes that fell empty on hardworking ears, and the knowledge of her pleasure in seeing him amongst her handsome suitors was tucked away in the mind of her partner. Krypth gave the small dragon a congratulatory (if almost mockingly challenging) roar of acknowledgment. A Brown was next in the sky, making eyes flash red with hazy lust. Was Tyrrisath to fly? Would he snatch her choice from her again? Or would he prove himself instead of stealing her victory for his own?
Krypth twisted in the air, spinning higher like a top, drilling through the air with a single-minded goal to touch the sun. Behind her, Bronze Xyreith shrieked his lust, and Krypth eagerly roared back her challenge. Bronzes were haughty and foolish, but handsome enough. And there was, she noted with pleasure, more of them. Yet each of them would need to prove himself before she would condescend to let them fly her. They more than most. Gugaroth also there; she could recall him from before. Testing, Krypth darted to the side, and he followed like a metallic shadow, glistening behind her, always right behind. On the ground, like a ground-bound mirror, Jada spun in a slow circle and viewed the faces around her. Handsome men, mostly. On that count, they were lucky. Handsome, virile suitors.
People were chattering all around, or had faces gone slack with desire. Jada was not the one who glowed, but in some ways it seemed to have no bearing on it. They should be trying for her favors, not staring at her like slack-jawed numbskulls. It was hard to be judgmental, however, when Jada herself was finding it increasingly hard to put one foot in front of the other. She felt like she should be flying, instead, feet off the ground and tails- no, fingers, she was human- twined desperately with that (those!) of another. She soared, pressing her way forward as Krypth pressed ever upwards.
The sun beat on them, glinting off shimmering hides, and she watched her suitors chase her higher still. Soon, the humans would be specks next to the buildings. Onward and upward! she thought furiously, and Jada moved to meet her suitors, licking dry lips.
Her bronze challengers were not her quickest. That honor went to the handsome Pistoth that flung himself into the air with her. She knew him well, however. He would likely be the one who would not reach the heights she sought, though the dance would be most pleasurable. Not many blues would chase her, not caring to chance it. Earnest effort was not its own reward, regardless of the platitudes that fell empty on hardworking ears, and the knowledge of her pleasure in seeing him amongst her handsome suitors was tucked away in the mind of her partner. Krypth gave the small dragon a congratulatory (if almost mockingly challenging) roar of acknowledgment. A Brown was next in the sky, making eyes flash red with hazy lust. Was Tyrrisath to fly? Would he snatch her choice from her again? Or would he prove himself instead of stealing her victory for his own?
Krypth twisted in the air, spinning higher like a top, drilling through the air with a single-minded goal to touch the sun. Behind her, Bronze Xyreith shrieked his lust, and Krypth eagerly roared back her challenge. Bronzes were haughty and foolish, but handsome enough. And there was, she noted with pleasure, more of them. Yet each of them would need to prove himself before she would condescend to let them fly her. They more than most. Gugaroth also there; she could recall him from before. Testing, Krypth darted to the side, and he followed like a metallic shadow, glistening behind her, always right behind. On the ground, like a ground-bound mirror, Jada spun in a slow circle and viewed the faces around her. Handsome men, mostly. On that count, they were lucky. Handsome, virile suitors.
People were chattering all around, or had faces gone slack with desire. Jada was not the one who glowed, but in some ways it seemed to have no bearing on it. They should be trying for her favors, not staring at her like slack-jawed numbskulls. It was hard to be judgmental, however, when Jada herself was finding it increasingly hard to put one foot in front of the other. She felt like she should be flying, instead, feet off the ground and tails- no, fingers, she was human- twined desperately with that (those!) of another. She soared, pressing her way forward as Krypth pressed ever upwards.
The sun beat on them, glinting off shimmering hides, and she watched her suitors chase her higher still. Soon, the humans would be specks next to the buildings. Onward and upward! she thought furiously, and Jada moved to meet her suitors, licking dry lips.