Post by Kisha-Ra on Apr 18, 2011 17:05:28 GMT -5
Ghost twisted and made a tight little loop in mid flight to look behind her. She’d managed to lose the two bonded bronzes that had been chasing her, apparently. Of course that had been her very intention in running straight up a tree trunk like that but she couldn’t help being disappointed by their leaving. The little green was also nowhere to be seen but that was a source of less concern.
As she noted the missing firelizards Ghost pulled her flightpath subtly upward to climb slowly until she soared above even the highest of the upthrust branches. So; only the two wildlings left. The younger of the two was certainly the bolder, keeping on her tail for most of the chase, and though he’d been confused by her trickiness he’d still managed to catch up admirably. The older bronze with his foreshortened tail wasn’t quite as nimble, but that was to be expected, he too had put on a good showing among the branches, and when others had been lost he’d kept moving upwards to look for her. Both impressive, a shame she couldn’t choose them both.
The ache of fatigued muscles was getting rather noticeable now, in a fast, climbing flight after the twists and turns of the jungle, so when she came across a stream of rising air Ghost didn’t hesitate to spread her wings wide and catch it, drifting upward without apparent effort. Now that it had come to her attention how much her wings ached it was becoming something of a problem for the young gold, she hadn’t realised how much her weaving through the trees had tired her until she’d left them far behind. Perhaps then, it was time to hand the burden of flight off to one of these bronzes, but which?
Further consideration of the two bronzes was made even as Ghost slowed her Flight somewhat, their appearance and their behaviour since the beginning of the Flight weighed up (what a shame she couldn’t have the strange green, that one had brought her a gift). In the end the scarred older bronze won out, he was quieter than his copper rival, and Ghost valued quietness, his scarred body marked him as a survivor too. Yes he would do quite nicely. The young gold made her choice apparent by the simple expedient of rolling into the male’s flightpath and waiting, claws outstretched, for him to fly over and catch her, or be captured.
As she noted the missing firelizards Ghost pulled her flightpath subtly upward to climb slowly until she soared above even the highest of the upthrust branches. So; only the two wildlings left. The younger of the two was certainly the bolder, keeping on her tail for most of the chase, and though he’d been confused by her trickiness he’d still managed to catch up admirably. The older bronze with his foreshortened tail wasn’t quite as nimble, but that was to be expected, he too had put on a good showing among the branches, and when others had been lost he’d kept moving upwards to look for her. Both impressive, a shame she couldn’t choose them both.
The ache of fatigued muscles was getting rather noticeable now, in a fast, climbing flight after the twists and turns of the jungle, so when she came across a stream of rising air Ghost didn’t hesitate to spread her wings wide and catch it, drifting upward without apparent effort. Now that it had come to her attention how much her wings ached it was becoming something of a problem for the young gold, she hadn’t realised how much her weaving through the trees had tired her until she’d left them far behind. Perhaps then, it was time to hand the burden of flight off to one of these bronzes, but which?
Further consideration of the two bronzes was made even as Ghost slowed her Flight somewhat, their appearance and their behaviour since the beginning of the Flight weighed up (what a shame she couldn’t have the strange green, that one had brought her a gift). In the end the scarred older bronze won out, he was quieter than his copper rival, and Ghost valued quietness, his scarred body marked him as a survivor too. Yes he would do quite nicely. The young gold made her choice apparent by the simple expedient of rolling into the male’s flightpath and waiting, claws outstretched, for him to fly over and catch her, or be captured.
