01.Nov.12, 07:51 PM
Morith had remained quiet, lingering along in the background. Something was different today. He knew that much, about what exactly was so different. A sift through his rider's mind brought nothing to his attention so he waited. Multi-faceted eyes whirling at a quickening pace as they moved along the beaches before a flash of gold caught his attention. Oooh, a flight! Several nudges to his rider's thoughts finally brought the grumpy bronzerider to him and out of his hut.
Morith straightened up, crooning softly to the little gold who drank deeply. His wings stretching out in preparation of flight. His thoughts a whirl as he focused in on the little gold. She would certainly be a challenge for him, her lithe figure almost screamed of the daring swoops and dashing dives she could perform...at for now.
V'riy on the other hand, was less than thrilled at being woken up his partner, especially with the fog of lust smacking him in the face, harder than a cold wet fish. At least it was effective, he mused quietly in part of the brain that not even Morith could reach. it would hardly be fitting for the bronze to use that technique everyday having figured out it worked! One should not wake in the state of readiness that should only be witnessed by oneself and a loved one. To wake in such a state whilst alone... was disappointing but also a little amusing. Donning a pair of riding trousers and a tunic, the man stalked outside, deep set pale brown eyes glared out, quietly taking in the sights, whilst he tried to work out where a certain goldrider was hiding herself.
Morith straightened up, crooning softly to the little gold who drank deeply. His wings stretching out in preparation of flight. His thoughts a whirl as he focused in on the little gold. She would certainly be a challenge for him, her lithe figure almost screamed of the daring swoops and dashing dives she could perform...at for now.
V'riy on the other hand, was less than thrilled at being woken up his partner, especially with the fog of lust smacking him in the face, harder than a cold wet fish. At least it was effective, he mused quietly in part of the brain that not even Morith could reach. it would hardly be fitting for the bronze to use that technique everyday having figured out it worked! One should not wake in the state of readiness that should only be witnessed by oneself and a loved one. To wake in such a state whilst alone... was disappointing but also a little amusing. Donning a pair of riding trousers and a tunic, the man stalked outside, deep set pale brown eyes glared out, quietly taking in the sights, whilst he tried to work out where a certain goldrider was hiding herself.