Post by Ivy on Nov 16, 2011 16:58:55 GMT -5
It was all fun and games until someone pulled a knife. S'rring blinked and went from being a proud little bronze salamandyr to more of himself - despite this being his first run and being overcome by runlust it seemed the threat of death had the power to bring his wits back. Freezing he didn't move, afraid if it he did his throat would be slit. That would be no good, no good at all. But then there was Dmitri - or was it Dementia? He was having a hard time remembering which was which as in the next room the others were dismissed and Atlas found himself against just the other bronze for Dementia's attention. Eyes went from sharp and focused to clouded once more as the bronze's lust was working over him once more, he flinched a bit and knicked himself against the blade at his throat... but then the gold was dismissing the green and waving her away.
As S'rring was pulled to his feet he grinned impishly at the gold - a soft moan escaping his lips as her tongue worked over his neck. Her soft words rang in his head and he just nodded until she pulled him against her and found his mouth with hers. Then his body sprang into action and he lost himself completely to Atlas' desires and needs. Fingers roamed over the gold before him and his tongue danced against hers as he pressed her hard against the wall. Nevermind that he had to arch his head back slightly and lean up and in to her due to their height difference. Luckily he was almost as tall as the gold.
On the other side of that wall Atlas was letting himself be led away by the gold's tail under his chin like a lost little puppy. Eyes swirled in brilliant displays of purples laced with deep blues. Oh yes, the bronze was quite pleased with himself and the fact he had won himself the lovely Dementia. His pudgy form followed behind her smaller and skinnier figure, his tail flicking behind him.
Ohhh but the fun wasn't all over yet - of course not. Forgotten in the heat of the run, Uth was still back in the weyrling's room asleep. Or rather he was asleep. As His found himself pressed against Dmitri - or Dementia, the brown couldn't tell at this point what was going on - Uth woke with a start. Eyes whirled in the dark room as he looked around trying to find S'rring. S'rringmine, we are worried. Come! Unfortunately for the young dragon, His was in no mindset to reply or come back to the barracks. In fact, to S'rring the voice of his dragon barely registered - he was consumed by the runlust and the adreniline high he was experiencing.
Standing up Uth shrugged off his twin and stomped around the room. The colors of his eyes were orange, red, and yellow - he was quite distressed. He wailed, LOUDLY. No doubt his distress would leak out to any around, What is happening?! His young mind couldn't deal with the feelings emminating from his bonded and he cried out for help mentally to Behruth. He didn't care that it was late and the older brown was likely sleeping - S'rring needed help, or so he thought, and he was very very upset that he couldn't help him himself.
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So Perses was dismissed. Hmph. He didn't need the gold anyway - she was tiny too, their clutch would have produced miniscule little babies. So he made his way closer to Titania with a croon to the green, She jeluhs of butifulness. Uh huh.[/color] Obviously it was no sweat off his brow to lose out on Dementia, especially if he could get in good with the green.
In the hall Ivy pouted slightly at being brushed off - where as Perses was okay with being dismissed she was not. Ah, so she had clung to some of her own personality even while his runlust washed over her - though despite this as soon as the gold moved on to S'rring, Ivy was quick to take up place near A'emi. Practically purring her words she leaned in close to him - though not close enough to get knicked by his blade - "Hello beautiful... She's a jealous one, isn't she?"
Nevermind that the greenrider didn't seem to be all that effected anymore by runlust like she was. Nevermind that the greenrider was nearly her same height and not really all that masculine - not someone she'd usually chase after. She needed someone, anyone, and since he was Titania's and Perses had his eyes on her in the next room now, A'emi would do. If he scorned her she'd likely just jump the next closest person she could get her hands on...
As S'rring was pulled to his feet he grinned impishly at the gold - a soft moan escaping his lips as her tongue worked over his neck. Her soft words rang in his head and he just nodded until she pulled him against her and found his mouth with hers. Then his body sprang into action and he lost himself completely to Atlas' desires and needs. Fingers roamed over the gold before him and his tongue danced against hers as he pressed her hard against the wall. Nevermind that he had to arch his head back slightly and lean up and in to her due to their height difference. Luckily he was almost as tall as the gold.
On the other side of that wall Atlas was letting himself be led away by the gold's tail under his chin like a lost little puppy. Eyes swirled in brilliant displays of purples laced with deep blues. Oh yes, the bronze was quite pleased with himself and the fact he had won himself the lovely Dementia. His pudgy form followed behind her smaller and skinnier figure, his tail flicking behind him.
Ohhh but the fun wasn't all over yet - of course not. Forgotten in the heat of the run, Uth was still back in the weyrling's room asleep. Or rather he was asleep. As His found himself pressed against Dmitri - or Dementia, the brown couldn't tell at this point what was going on - Uth woke with a start. Eyes whirled in the dark room as he looked around trying to find S'rring. S'rringmine, we are worried. Come! Unfortunately for the young dragon, His was in no mindset to reply or come back to the barracks. In fact, to S'rring the voice of his dragon barely registered - he was consumed by the runlust and the adreniline high he was experiencing.
Standing up Uth shrugged off his twin and stomped around the room. The colors of his eyes were orange, red, and yellow - he was quite distressed. He wailed, LOUDLY. No doubt his distress would leak out to any around, What is happening?! His young mind couldn't deal with the feelings emminating from his bonded and he cried out for help mentally to Behruth. He didn't care that it was late and the older brown was likely sleeping - S'rring needed help, or so he thought, and he was very very upset that he couldn't help him himself.
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So Perses was dismissed. Hmph. He didn't need the gold anyway - she was tiny too, their clutch would have produced miniscule little babies. So he made his way closer to Titania with a croon to the green, She jeluhs of butifulness. Uh huh.[/color] Obviously it was no sweat off his brow to lose out on Dementia, especially if he could get in good with the green.
In the hall Ivy pouted slightly at being brushed off - where as Perses was okay with being dismissed she was not. Ah, so she had clung to some of her own personality even while his runlust washed over her - though despite this as soon as the gold moved on to S'rring, Ivy was quick to take up place near A'emi. Practically purring her words she leaned in close to him - though not close enough to get knicked by his blade - "Hello beautiful... She's a jealous one, isn't she?"
Nevermind that the greenrider didn't seem to be all that effected anymore by runlust like she was. Nevermind that the greenrider was nearly her same height and not really all that masculine - not someone she'd usually chase after. She needed someone, anyone, and since he was Titania's and Perses had his eyes on her in the next room now, A'emi would do. If he scorned her she'd likely just jump the next closest person she could get her hands on...