Post by neeuqtar on Dec 12, 2011 22:18:21 GMT -5
S'vil was waiting in his weyr. He had, in fact, been waiting all day. Calmly, he whittled on yet another stick, turning the piece of wood into a pile of curled bits in a basket. It was a relatively pointless exercise, but hey, he needed something to do. And right now, that something was carving pieces of wood into little curls of wood. Sitting with absolutely nothing to do would be... boring. At least whittling was a good way to pass the time while he waited for Adaityth.
The dragon slept soundly, her ribcage slowly rising and falling. She'd been sleeping since yesterday morning, and everyone knew a dragon slept just before she Rose. But she'd been sleeping a sharding long time. S'vil sighed and finished carving his stick into little splinters and was about to start another. He reached his hand towards the next stick, but froze as a wave of something seared through him. More than emotion, almost as powerful as Impression, it was as if a whole new part of Adaityth had awoken in that instant.
The dragon's eyes snapped open, a vivid red-orange gleaming in the shadows of the Weyr. She blinked, her nictitating membranes clearing her eyes of sleep with the slow presence of a predator. The normally-friendly dragon rolled to her feet in a graceful feline motion, padding out onto the ledge. The green dragon stretched her wings slowly, lazily, reveling in the feel of hide slipping across tendon and bone, stretching between wingspars. She could feel the dead air inside of the Weyr, and hated it with a cold curl of disdain.
Behind her, S'vil panted, almost unable to deal with this commanding, predatory creature that Adaityth had turned into. He was used to soothing, building up -- not at standing against a tidal force of self-assuredness and power. It left him reeling and overcame what made him S'vil with the unrelenting force of a tsunami. In mere moments, Adaityth had full claim on his mind, as she bugled, a clear belling noise that turned into a shriek of defiance as she launched herself into the dead air.
Turning on one wingtip, the dragon plummeted towards the 'Bowl's floor, pulling up at the last moment to skim across the uneven ground. The green swiped at a herdbeast, leaving trails of red across its back before slowing enough to grab one with a snap of her jaws. She shadowed the kill with her wings, tearing it open and lapping at the blood delicately as it pooled. With a snarl, she plunged her jaws into the body of the animal, snatching the heart with sharp teeth and eating it. She growled, a sound low and dangerous, and looked around her with a crimson muzzle.
Without warning, she leapt into the air once more, winging her way in slow spirals towards the higher exits, before diving suddenly towards the lowest one, folding her wings and running through in a few swift bounds, before flinging herself into the twilight sky outside of the Weyr. She might not be the sun, a golden queen Rising into the sky, but she was the moon, and the night was hers!
In the Weyr, S'vil tried desperately to shake off the power of the Flight, failing utterly. He moved through the halls of the weyr access swiftly, not quite running, heading ever towards the Flight rooms, though the males who would come would be led on quite a path before they attained their goal. Oh yes! Adaityth was in the air, and the Chase was on--!
The dragon slept soundly, her ribcage slowly rising and falling. She'd been sleeping since yesterday morning, and everyone knew a dragon slept just before she Rose. But she'd been sleeping a sharding long time. S'vil sighed and finished carving his stick into little splinters and was about to start another. He reached his hand towards the next stick, but froze as a wave of something seared through him. More than emotion, almost as powerful as Impression, it was as if a whole new part of Adaityth had awoken in that instant.
The dragon's eyes snapped open, a vivid red-orange gleaming in the shadows of the Weyr. She blinked, her nictitating membranes clearing her eyes of sleep with the slow presence of a predator. The normally-friendly dragon rolled to her feet in a graceful feline motion, padding out onto the ledge. The green dragon stretched her wings slowly, lazily, reveling in the feel of hide slipping across tendon and bone, stretching between wingspars. She could feel the dead air inside of the Weyr, and hated it with a cold curl of disdain.
Behind her, S'vil panted, almost unable to deal with this commanding, predatory creature that Adaityth had turned into. He was used to soothing, building up -- not at standing against a tidal force of self-assuredness and power. It left him reeling and overcame what made him S'vil with the unrelenting force of a tsunami. In mere moments, Adaityth had full claim on his mind, as she bugled, a clear belling noise that turned into a shriek of defiance as she launched herself into the dead air.
Turning on one wingtip, the dragon plummeted towards the 'Bowl's floor, pulling up at the last moment to skim across the uneven ground. The green swiped at a herdbeast, leaving trails of red across its back before slowing enough to grab one with a snap of her jaws. She shadowed the kill with her wings, tearing it open and lapping at the blood delicately as it pooled. With a snarl, she plunged her jaws into the body of the animal, snatching the heart with sharp teeth and eating it. She growled, a sound low and dangerous, and looked around her with a crimson muzzle.
Without warning, she leapt into the air once more, winging her way in slow spirals towards the higher exits, before diving suddenly towards the lowest one, folding her wings and running through in a few swift bounds, before flinging herself into the twilight sky outside of the Weyr. She might not be the sun, a golden queen Rising into the sky, but she was the moon, and the night was hers!
In the Weyr, S'vil tried desperately to shake off the power of the Flight, failing utterly. He moved through the halls of the weyr access swiftly, not quite running, heading ever towards the Flight rooms, though the males who would come would be led on quite a path before they attained their goal. Oh yes! Adaityth was in the air, and the Chase was on--!