24.Oct.12, 09:41 AM
R'nya frowned mildly as his dragon's mind reached out for him, the uncommon taste of lust thick on the bond and the expression on the usually placid bronzerider's face darkened. The Wingleader had long been up and facing the day, having already eaten and cleaned up his genuinely spotless hut. No. There was no desire on the human's end, and he had no interest at all in winding up in bed with some greenrider he didn't care to know because his dragon was randy. He didn't even bother to ask who the greenrider was. Xyreith, who was almost entirely an obedient dragon, rebelled viciously. Yes! The bronze had no recollection of when he had last invested in a flight, but he knew his bonded and the young man did not enjoy flights, and was very heavy handed about allowing his dragon entry.
Lust began filtering in more heavily, and R'nya scowled irritably as he stood up, stalking across his hut angrily and leaning on the window still, having pushed the window open so that he could see and speak to his dragon on a more personal level. "No." The answer remained the same, but the response from his dragon was simply a deepening of the bombardenmet of lust. Yes! Xyreith repeated, now flashing his rider with an image of the dragon he was interested in; a name came belatedly as the Wingleader fought against lust to keep his mind working solidly: Twilirith. At least it was a woman bonded dragon. R'nya was not one to invest in exploits such as sex, and while he did occasionally (very rarely) give his dragon leave to Chase, he almost exclusively did so for women riders. There was something distinctly wrong about waking up entangled with another man!
"Fine." R'nya sighed deeply, unhappy but finally allowing his dragon the freedom he required in order to chase. While the bronzerider did not claim the tight fisted control of his dragon that, say, D'ren had of his bronze, R'nya was not so far off. Xyreith was kept within strict control, but R'nya was not immune to the dragon's desires - and his dragon desired. Perhaps if the rider kept up a more active sex life, his beast would be less inclined to fight for the right to chase; as it was, R'nya did not have a sex life, and had no desire to create one. "Take us to her."
Xyreith obliged anxiously, curling low to help his wonky rider climb aboard, the pair of them losing themselves more deeply into the dragon induced lust that was coursing through the bronze. The flight to Ce'lie's hut was swift, with R'nya stumbling as he hit the ground. In the same breath, Xyreith gave a bellowing answer to the swiftly flying green's challenge, ignoring the brown and blue dragons - so much swifter and more sure than he, after such a delicate prize - as he shot into the air, dark and lusty eyes set and remaining strongly on Twilirth. On the ground, R'nya stumbled alongside the other hopeful suitors, eyes glassy with a lust he was unused to, despite his twenty turns of dragonriding.
Damn you, Xyreith... a pause. Fly!
Lust began filtering in more heavily, and R'nya scowled irritably as he stood up, stalking across his hut angrily and leaning on the window still, having pushed the window open so that he could see and speak to his dragon on a more personal level. "No." The answer remained the same, but the response from his dragon was simply a deepening of the bombardenmet of lust. Yes! Xyreith repeated, now flashing his rider with an image of the dragon he was interested in; a name came belatedly as the Wingleader fought against lust to keep his mind working solidly: Twilirith. At least it was a woman bonded dragon. R'nya was not one to invest in exploits such as sex, and while he did occasionally (very rarely) give his dragon leave to Chase, he almost exclusively did so for women riders. There was something distinctly wrong about waking up entangled with another man!
"Fine." R'nya sighed deeply, unhappy but finally allowing his dragon the freedom he required in order to chase. While the bronzerider did not claim the tight fisted control of his dragon that, say, D'ren had of his bronze, R'nya was not so far off. Xyreith was kept within strict control, but R'nya was not immune to the dragon's desires - and his dragon desired. Perhaps if the rider kept up a more active sex life, his beast would be less inclined to fight for the right to chase; as it was, R'nya did not have a sex life, and had no desire to create one. "Take us to her."
Xyreith obliged anxiously, curling low to help his wonky rider climb aboard, the pair of them losing themselves more deeply into the dragon induced lust that was coursing through the bronze. The flight to Ce'lie's hut was swift, with R'nya stumbling as he hit the ground. In the same breath, Xyreith gave a bellowing answer to the swiftly flying green's challenge, ignoring the brown and blue dragons - so much swifter and more sure than he, after such a delicate prize - as he shot into the air, dark and lusty eyes set and remaining strongly on Twilirth. On the ground, R'nya stumbled alongside the other hopeful suitors, eyes glassy with a lust he was unused to, despite his twenty turns of dragonriding.
Damn you, Xyreith... a pause. Fly!