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24.Jun.13, 10:46 AM
The bronzerider looked up from his evening meal, frowning slightly at the vague tousle of emotions that suddenly flowed through him. Eyebrows furrowed and he put his fork down, reaching out to Xyreith – and the dragon took the moment to claim control. It was a response he hardly appreciated, though it didn’t entirely take him by surprise as he tugged the hem of his shirt down, sighing unhappily as he fought back against the dragon’s desires. “Excuse me, ladies.” At least he’d worn a long tunic that evening, R’nya thought idly, giving it another tug, as Xyreith fought viciously to take control. The internal battle caused the bronzerider to stagger almost drunkenly against the side of the table, and he patted one of the girls apologetically on the shoulder for elbowing her in the process. The screech of a randy green answered the unasked questions he could see on their faces.
“Xyreith!” The bronzerider’s voice came out a lusty growl, instead of the commanding reprimand it had been designed as. R’nya staggered again, unused to the onslaught of strong emotions, before trotting out of the dining hall with a handful of other riders, though they looked considerably more in control than the bronzerider, who so unused to flights. Finding the owner of the greenrider was important, and R’nya stumbled along at a trot with the other riders, guided by various helpful greenriders and non-riders who were clearly intent on ‘mothing the flight. R’nya ignored them as Xyreith shot into the air after the green, determination clear in every movement. As soon as he was to the sky, R’nya lost the last strings of battle he had been waging against the bronze, not wanting to partake in a flight.
Mine , Xyreith hissed as he flew strongly after the more agile green, watching her movements with a careful and calculating desire flushed over his face, and within the swirl of excitedly whirling eyes. It had been so long since he had flown, and so long since he had won – and needs had to be taken care of, even for such a dignified dragon as Xyreith. The moment the opportunity presented itself, the bronze twisted in, battering away the smaller blues and browns to snatch the green from her pretentious trickery, drawing her lithe form flush against his own as they toppled towards the ground once more.
On the ground, R’nya wrapped around the woman, the pair toppling to the bed without thought or care, caught up in the undeniable flood of lust and desire.
It was both a moment, and an eternity later, when pale eyes flickered open, the owner once more himself. There was a warm body sprawled half over his own and a headache brewing behind his eyes. Sore shoulders, tired muscles, tired body. R’nya lifted the hand not pinned down by a body to brush it lightly over his face. A disgruntled look was given to the still passed out woman, and R’nya sighed softly; it wasn’t her fault. Regardless, he hated flights, and had no desire to keep the woman warm through the night. Twisting, he withdrew his arm and toppled ungracefully off the side of the bed, catching himself and standing slowly. Rolling his shoulders, R’nya grimaced and kicked at the ground, searching for his pants.
“Nyeh?”
“Go back to sleep,” R’nya murmured, his voice low and husky as he found the clothing he’d been looking for, and tugged his pants on. The tie was busted, though whether from his own impatience or the woman’s wasn’t known to the man and he sighed softly again, glancing at the woman as she shifted, brushing aside the covering of her beside glows to peer up at her victor. R’nya started at the silhouette, memories dancing behind his eyes before the light caught up and his eyes adjusted. The bronzerider blinked as he picked up his shirt.
“R’nya?” The woman’s voice was soft, full of curiosity and delight. A cold shiver swept down the man’s spine and he nodded slowly, skin crawling with ghosts of the past. “Won’t you stay?” The bronzerider swayed, visibly, at the invitation and the woman’s eyes widened slightly in surprise before disappointment set in as R’nya suddenly shook his head firmly, almost childishly in the emphasis he put in the motion, and took a staggering step backwards.
“No.” The emotion in the single word surprised them both, and R’nya staggered back another step before turning and fleeing, not even bothering to disguise his exist as anything else, the front door bouncing back as he dashed through it, leaving a very confused greenrider sitting on her bed. A smug smile took over her features soon after, however, and the woman flopped back on her bed with a soft laugh. R’nya had flown her! It was a pity she was already pregnant, she thought idly, rubbing her belly. Claiming that bronzerider’s child would have won her some serious points with her fellow greens!
R’nya dashed the from the woman’s hut to his own, unconcerned that he was barefoot and shirtless, that it was extremely late, or that he almost barrelled into a woman and barely kept them both from toppling to the ground. The air was thick with ghosts as he carefully handled the girl, though he refused to look at her and didn’t check she had her balance or even ask if she was okay. “Sorry.” His voice was husky, thick with unshed tears, and didn’t even sound like his own. Leaving the girl, he turned and fled the last few lengths to his own hut, crashing into the door bodily, before falling through when he managed to twist the handle.
There was a muffled crash, and a growled ‘fuck’ when he ran into the coffee table, which wasn’t in its usual spot – he’d been cleaning earlier before getting dragged to dinner by a couple of the girls – and he stumbled to his closed bedroom door. Both fists were brought down on the innocent door, the crunch of bone on wood loud in the otherwise silence of his hut. R’nya crumpled, his knees giving out and he sunk to the floor, breathing audibly. Hands resting on the door, he leaned forward, pressing his forehead against the cool wood.
Xyreith paced around the hut once, before sitting regally beside the door. He didn’t bother to bespeak his human, and watched silently as Rhaedalyn timidly crept closer. His eyes were vague reflections of R’nya’s emotions; distressed and unhappy. He glanced around for Aradissicath, but failed to see her, and turned his attention back upon Rhaedalyn with irritation. Snorting, Xyreith flicked his nose from her to the doorway, and then rumbled softly, still staring at the woman. He would not be reduced to bespeaking her – but was also unwilling to risk waking the little dragon if she were asleep.
“Xyreith!” The bronzerider’s voice came out a lusty growl, instead of the commanding reprimand it had been designed as. R’nya staggered again, unused to the onslaught of strong emotions, before trotting out of the dining hall with a handful of other riders, though they looked considerably more in control than the bronzerider, who so unused to flights. Finding the owner of the greenrider was important, and R’nya stumbled along at a trot with the other riders, guided by various helpful greenriders and non-riders who were clearly intent on ‘mothing the flight. R’nya ignored them as Xyreith shot into the air after the green, determination clear in every movement. As soon as he was to the sky, R’nya lost the last strings of battle he had been waging against the bronze, not wanting to partake in a flight.
On the ground, R’nya wrapped around the woman, the pair toppling to the bed without thought or care, caught up in the undeniable flood of lust and desire.
It was both a moment, and an eternity later, when pale eyes flickered open, the owner once more himself. There was a warm body sprawled half over his own and a headache brewing behind his eyes. Sore shoulders, tired muscles, tired body. R’nya lifted the hand not pinned down by a body to brush it lightly over his face. A disgruntled look was given to the still passed out woman, and R’nya sighed softly; it wasn’t her fault. Regardless, he hated flights, and had no desire to keep the woman warm through the night. Twisting, he withdrew his arm and toppled ungracefully off the side of the bed, catching himself and standing slowly. Rolling his shoulders, R’nya grimaced and kicked at the ground, searching for his pants.
“Nyeh?”
“Go back to sleep,” R’nya murmured, his voice low and husky as he found the clothing he’d been looking for, and tugged his pants on. The tie was busted, though whether from his own impatience or the woman’s wasn’t known to the man and he sighed softly again, glancing at the woman as she shifted, brushing aside the covering of her beside glows to peer up at her victor. R’nya started at the silhouette, memories dancing behind his eyes before the light caught up and his eyes adjusted. The bronzerider blinked as he picked up his shirt.
“R’nya?” The woman’s voice was soft, full of curiosity and delight. A cold shiver swept down the man’s spine and he nodded slowly, skin crawling with ghosts of the past. “Won’t you stay?” The bronzerider swayed, visibly, at the invitation and the woman’s eyes widened slightly in surprise before disappointment set in as R’nya suddenly shook his head firmly, almost childishly in the emphasis he put in the motion, and took a staggering step backwards.
“No.” The emotion in the single word surprised them both, and R’nya staggered back another step before turning and fleeing, not even bothering to disguise his exist as anything else, the front door bouncing back as he dashed through it, leaving a very confused greenrider sitting on her bed. A smug smile took over her features soon after, however, and the woman flopped back on her bed with a soft laugh. R’nya had flown her! It was a pity she was already pregnant, she thought idly, rubbing her belly. Claiming that bronzerider’s child would have won her some serious points with her fellow greens!
R’nya dashed the from the woman’s hut to his own, unconcerned that he was barefoot and shirtless, that it was extremely late, or that he almost barrelled into a woman and barely kept them both from toppling to the ground. The air was thick with ghosts as he carefully handled the girl, though he refused to look at her and didn’t check she had her balance or even ask if she was okay. “Sorry.” His voice was husky, thick with unshed tears, and didn’t even sound like his own. Leaving the girl, he turned and fled the last few lengths to his own hut, crashing into the door bodily, before falling through when he managed to twist the handle.
There was a muffled crash, and a growled ‘fuck’ when he ran into the coffee table, which wasn’t in its usual spot – he’d been cleaning earlier before getting dragged to dinner by a couple of the girls – and he stumbled to his closed bedroom door. Both fists were brought down on the innocent door, the crunch of bone on wood loud in the otherwise silence of his hut. R’nya crumpled, his knees giving out and he sunk to the floor, breathing audibly. Hands resting on the door, he leaned forward, pressing his forehead against the cool wood.
Xyreith paced around the hut once, before sitting regally beside the door. He didn’t bother to bespeak his human, and watched silently as Rhaedalyn timidly crept closer. His eyes were vague reflections of R’nya’s emotions; distressed and unhappy. He glanced around for Aradissicath, but failed to see her, and turned his attention back upon Rhaedalyn with irritation. Snorting, Xyreith flicked his nose from her to the doorway, and then rumbled softly, still staring at the woman. He would not be reduced to bespeaking her – but was also unwilling to risk waking the little dragon if she were asleep.
