06.Sep.12, 05:13 AM
Trapped! Trapped, trapped! A'liran spun around and faced the lone pursuer who had managed to track him to his dead-end hideaway, grey eyes alert and narrowed in rage. The greenrider instinctively pressed his back against the wall, ignoring the pounding emotions that demanded he yield. Astoreth's fury blazed in him like the fires of Rukbat, enticing him to lust and violence. Who was this beast who'd come to oppress and claim him? Another filthy blue or brownrider, arrogant and cruel in their self-righteousness? As if A'liran owed them anything! If they valued him for his body, they should be prepared to sink to their knees and beg him for it! They drooled like fools for just a taste of him, so why was it that he was the one with his back against the wall!
Astoreth screamed again, her thin body already tiring in her breathless race to nowhere. She was a small dragon, and like all greens, she lacked endurance. Astoreth was not one to choose victors; unlike the sassy and playful greens of harper's tales, she resented her suitors and wished nothing more than to evade them as long as possible, dragging the game on until her body grew weary and couldn't push on. You will not have me! she spat cruelly as she wheeled away from one near-catch. I belong to no one! We belong to no one!
"We belong to no one!" A'liran screamed, throwing his lithe form at the man who'd just cornered him. He lashed out at the man with his fists, jaw clenched and heart pounding. He would draw the first blood! He would make this interloper suffer for his disrespect! He would never surrender to the advances of a pig-headed, callous suitor who cared only for a carnal prize! Like a flaming dragon, A'liran shouted and roared as he plowed into the man, too delirious from Astoreth's furious influence to realize that he'd bitten off more then he could chew. The man in question was stronger than he, though not dramatically.
Astoreth ducked from another suitor, but she was quickly overwhelmed. The males were easily flanking her now, and as her endurance failed her, she was surrounded. The little green let out a howl of disdain as the slender form of Zeianth crashed into her. The pair tangled, and Astoreth's fire cooled as she crooned to her victor.
Astoreth screamed again, her thin body already tiring in her breathless race to nowhere. She was a small dragon, and like all greens, she lacked endurance. Astoreth was not one to choose victors; unlike the sassy and playful greens of harper's tales, she resented her suitors and wished nothing more than to evade them as long as possible, dragging the game on until her body grew weary and couldn't push on. You will not have me! she spat cruelly as she wheeled away from one near-catch. I belong to no one! We belong to no one!
"We belong to no one!" A'liran screamed, throwing his lithe form at the man who'd just cornered him. He lashed out at the man with his fists, jaw clenched and heart pounding. He would draw the first blood! He would make this interloper suffer for his disrespect! He would never surrender to the advances of a pig-headed, callous suitor who cared only for a carnal prize! Like a flaming dragon, A'liran shouted and roared as he plowed into the man, too delirious from Astoreth's furious influence to realize that he'd bitten off more then he could chew. The man in question was stronger than he, though not dramatically.
Astoreth ducked from another suitor, but she was quickly overwhelmed. The males were easily flanking her now, and as her endurance failed her, she was surrounded. The little green let out a howl of disdain as the slender form of Zeianth crashed into her. The pair tangled, and Astoreth's fire cooled as she crooned to her victor.