05.Aug.12, 02:12 PM
She felt so desired, so special! All these males thought her to be precious and wanted her, and Rilaleeyth couldn’t fault a single one of them as she was pretty amazing. Although, when Ilveriath entered the chase, darting so easily between competitors and moving closer to her, she did question his motives. He talked as sweetly as the others but J’ver’s dislike of I’shan bristled at seeing the blue dare to get so close. You speak sweet words, dear Ilveriath, but is it sincerity or only a game? She would put her faith in the dragon but J’ver had no love for the rider and it encouraged her to push on, moving away from the blue she taunted with a soft bellow, with J’ver glancing toward the door he assumed the bluerider would dash through; unless he came in the window sweet Talian had fled, which seemed a bit more of a natural assumption given it was I’shan.
J’ver eagerly kissed back when Z’ia boldly stole a taste of the prize but he was soon pushing the bluerider back into his proper place of admirer until proven otherwise. His gaze then turned to S’kef and he smiled sweetly at the man, encouraging him, promising him victory; but it was a rouse. Well, if the dragon crumbled under his will. Do not let Tyrrisath win, sweet girl. He trembled as he took a small step toward his lover before immediately pressing back against the wall. It was hard to resist the man and he wasn’t angry about chasing the golden children since it would help their cause in reaching power once more. No, S’kef needed punishing for the beating he gave. J’ver knew it would anger the brownrider but he’d just have to live with it.
Rilaleeyth balked at the battle of will, always displeased with being told to turn away her constant companion and beautiful brown. J’ver didn’t understand that Tyrrisath would always accept her and she belonged to him. How could she not choose such a wonderful male?
But there was the adorable Aveleth. Always so devoted in flights and such a charming male that willingly approached her on a normal day. He treated her well and she always felt loved when with him as well. Oh, how could only one claim her!
Her resolve was wavering as quickly as the enjoyment she took in teasing the males and having them prove themselves to her. Rilaleeyth called out to them, issuing a final challenge before adjusting her speed and angle, purposely positioning herself to be caught by one of the dragons that had shown their affection and worth.
As J’ver once more stepped close to S’kef as the greenpair felt Tyrrisath closing in, he reached out for his secret lover, ready for the man to claim him as a prize. But there was Aveleth, still neck and neck with the monstrous brown and J’ver shivered with anticipation as he reached for Z’ia as well. J’ver placed a hand on Z’ia’s chest and the other on S’kef’s a moment before Rilaleeyth shrieked in surprise at being caught before falling completely submissive under her winner.
J’ver shoved the loser away before wrapping his arms around the winner’s neck to give himself over just as easily.
“I’m yours, Z’ia.”
J’ver eagerly kissed back when Z’ia boldly stole a taste of the prize but he was soon pushing the bluerider back into his proper place of admirer until proven otherwise. His gaze then turned to S’kef and he smiled sweetly at the man, encouraging him, promising him victory; but it was a rouse. Well, if the dragon crumbled under his will. Do not let Tyrrisath win, sweet girl. He trembled as he took a small step toward his lover before immediately pressing back against the wall. It was hard to resist the man and he wasn’t angry about chasing the golden children since it would help their cause in reaching power once more. No, S’kef needed punishing for the beating he gave. J’ver knew it would anger the brownrider but he’d just have to live with it.
Rilaleeyth balked at the battle of will, always displeased with being told to turn away her constant companion and beautiful brown. J’ver didn’t understand that Tyrrisath would always accept her and she belonged to him. How could she not choose such a wonderful male?
But there was the adorable Aveleth. Always so devoted in flights and such a charming male that willingly approached her on a normal day. He treated her well and she always felt loved when with him as well. Oh, how could only one claim her!
Her resolve was wavering as quickly as the enjoyment she took in teasing the males and having them prove themselves to her. Rilaleeyth called out to them, issuing a final challenge before adjusting her speed and angle, purposely positioning herself to be caught by one of the dragons that had shown their affection and worth.
As J’ver once more stepped close to S’kef as the greenpair felt Tyrrisath closing in, he reached out for his secret lover, ready for the man to claim him as a prize. But there was Aveleth, still neck and neck with the monstrous brown and J’ver shivered with anticipation as he reached for Z’ia as well. J’ver placed a hand on Z’ia’s chest and the other on S’kef’s a moment before Rilaleeyth shrieked in surprise at being caught before falling completely submissive under her winner.
J’ver shoved the loser away before wrapping his arms around the winner’s neck to give himself over just as easily.
“I’m yours, Z’ia.”