Exotic Games (Rose's flight

[Rowana]

Yes! Rose clearly loved 'him' more than all the rest, Haru trilled in glee. See how she danced with 'him'? Even that mean coppery bronze couldn't match their grace. Together, 'he' and his lovely queen were the most beautiful things in the sky. No one could deny 'his' superiority now! Even as Rose continued her game with the other males, Haru stayed firmly in he wake. Let the others be slow and easily manipulated. Only Haru could keep pace with such a marvelous queen as Rose!

The long flight and constant quick turns were getting tiring, however. Not that Haru would even admit to the fatigue of 'his' wings and the burning in his lungs. If the other males could keep going, than of course Haru could too! Was 'he' not the greatest of all of them? Heedless of whether Rose saw 'him' as a suitor or not, Haru blazed around her in delicate dips and spirals. Haha! See how only 'he' had been called to dance with the glorious queen!

Until, that is, Rose turned skyward. Adrenaline pumping and eyes burning an odd purple-blue, Haru pushed 'himself' to new heights to keep pace. Haru's green wings betrayed 'him'. Try as 'he' might to follow as she wished, 'he' could not climb nearly as fast as she. Rose was gradually getting further and further away. Frustrated with 'his' lack of progress (though clearly it was all the fault of the other males somehow), Haru settled for a few quick dances in and between the other males instead. Surly Rose would see how slow they were, even if 'he' could not reach the same awesome heights as she could.

[dragon]

Her muscles were starting to strain. Higher, she had wanted higher. Looking back at her chasers ... and the canopy behind them ... she had attained that goal quite nicely. Tipping backward and wrinkling her wings up hap-hazardly, she glorified in the moment where momentum stalled out but still counteracted gravity. For a split moment she hung suspended in free fall. Before finally sliding out of that and diving back down again. Toward her males.

She needed the best. Only the best. She wanted the best. It was time, she was ready. Ready to let the best of the best take over. But which was the best of the best? She adored all flitters as her followers, but she was slightly biased when it came to her mates. Only ... slightly ... biased. She was born that way, always had been that way. Rose preferred her Bronzes to the Browns. A Brown would have to be more than stunning to garner a serious look from her as a serious consideration for becoming her mate.

That bias in place, she really only had two choices today. Her lovely Azaran ... and ... that handsome wild flitter. Both so very delectable! Which to choose? Which to choose? She knew Azaran's mettle, he'd served her once before. Should she chance on the wildling or stick with the known?

Uttering one last scream in a sudden rage fit, she drove the green away from her Bronzes. If the little green wanted a male, she could have the brown. Her bronzes were HERS. No sharing! With that done, she flicked off to one side toward Azaran, reaching for his lovely Bronze body with her Golden one.

His loyalty would be rewarded~