Post by Requiem on Feb 16, 2011 22:09:49 GMT -5
They bit, held for a moment, tore through meat. Ichor saturated the air with its invigorating odor. Not mixed with digestive juices and shit as it should have been. This only served to draw Inocenth's interest the more, however. What fun was it to kill a creature too easily? That wound in itself was not one that Ioth would suffer quietly if he did manage to make good an escape. (No, it did not and had never crossed Inocenth's mind that he would lose a fight with another dragon. Ever.)
Oh, was fatty coming to play? Stupid move. Inocenth twisted into a corkscrew, barely missing the trunk of a large tree (and obscuring it in that motion). Sadly, Futh's aim was off and he wouldn't slam into it for his troubles, but the plump creature's passing did little but quicken the speed of Inocenth's turn, claws flashing out at any part of the younger male he might manage to hit.
Kyrahth's mental brush had Inocenth plunging back between the trees to clear room for her in case Ioth got any ideas. The blue zipped through too-close trunks, darting out of the line of trees in a small clearing - ironically the same one A'emi had managed to escape to - and climbed swiftly on narrow wings, his tail whip-cracking behind him. Jaws parted in an answering smile for the green. She could take her mate and he'd take this uppity blue. Inocenth thought he had the better end of the deal.
Run swiftly, the male crooned to his mark. It would be a shame if this was to be our only meeting. Inocenth dove for Ioth, adjusting his trajectory to swing aside, tail lashing instead of claws. He would not be where the poor slow blue could anticipate. Twisting, he rose from beneath with a flash of jaws for throat, banking abruptly around toward Ioth's tail and dropping enough to avoid claws slashing in reciprocation.
F'ur snorted softly at K'sel. Hard to tell whether the man was drunk or simply lust-crazed, with that absent look and the flush of heat risen up in his face, but either way the bluerider didn't much fancy being his caretaker. A roll of the eyes greeted the bump of hips. It threw off F'ur's pace slightly. "Got a direction for me, you useless lug? Ino has no interest in A'emi's green." Or, rather, not nearly enough to draw him away from potential battle.
Although one shared tidbit from his dragon made him sneer slightly. "And don't even think I'm mothing for you. Gonna let the two idiots spoon. You practiced in the desert, didn't you?"
Oh, was fatty coming to play? Stupid move. Inocenth twisted into a corkscrew, barely missing the trunk of a large tree (and obscuring it in that motion). Sadly, Futh's aim was off and he wouldn't slam into it for his troubles, but the plump creature's passing did little but quicken the speed of Inocenth's turn, claws flashing out at any part of the younger male he might manage to hit.
Kyrahth's mental brush had Inocenth plunging back between the trees to clear room for her in case Ioth got any ideas. The blue zipped through too-close trunks, darting out of the line of trees in a small clearing - ironically the same one A'emi had managed to escape to - and climbed swiftly on narrow wings, his tail whip-cracking behind him. Jaws parted in an answering smile for the green. She could take her mate and he'd take this uppity blue. Inocenth thought he had the better end of the deal.
Run swiftly, the male crooned to his mark. It would be a shame if this was to be our only meeting. Inocenth dove for Ioth, adjusting his trajectory to swing aside, tail lashing instead of claws. He would not be where the poor slow blue could anticipate. Twisting, he rose from beneath with a flash of jaws for throat, banking abruptly around toward Ioth's tail and dropping enough to avoid claws slashing in reciprocation.
F'ur snorted softly at K'sel. Hard to tell whether the man was drunk or simply lust-crazed, with that absent look and the flush of heat risen up in his face, but either way the bluerider didn't much fancy being his caretaker. A roll of the eyes greeted the bump of hips. It threw off F'ur's pace slightly. "Got a direction for me, you useless lug? Ino has no interest in A'emi's green." Or, rather, not nearly enough to draw him away from potential battle.
Although one shared tidbit from his dragon made him sneer slightly. "And don't even think I'm mothing for you. Gonna let the two idiots spoon. You practiced in the desert, didn't you?"