Post by Requiem on Aug 7, 2010 21:33:56 GMT -5
Sonarth had hardly been acknowledged, though Inocenth did spare him a rather amused mental push, a silent warning to back off as he ignored the tail brushing over his back. As if something so harmless could deterr him from his course. And why was he amused? Apparently the younger blue felt the need to prove himself to Inocenth, in the middle of a Flight. No, Ino didn't do things to win the favor of the greens, either, but he at least knew that what he was doing wasn't gaining him any points. Silly youngling. Nevertheless, the point the other blue had been trying to make didn't go unnoted. He flew well, for a youngling, if without creativity; any dragon small enough and with enough control over his own body could imitate another, after all.
Kierjaarth's complacency went ignored, and in truth it was better than what he saw from the brown. Ruskeath's wings spread wide, and had Inocenth chosen to stay his course, the membrane of the left would have torn like paper before his momentum, and then what would Ruskeath have done? Perhaps most irritating was the simple fact that it really wouldn't hurt Inocenth to do so, meaning that if he changed course it was to protect the sharding brown's wings. Inocenth didn't protect other dragons. Sharding male, forcing him to be nice. (No, he had no intention of killing another dragon, not one from his wing.) With a snarl he curled away, tail slashing hard across Ruskeath's snout in a blow that would leave the male's head ringing. Stupid brown. What was he, a weyrling?
As his dive didn't need to gather any momentum - he'd already started before Aonith made hers - Inocenth wasn't worried about other males reaching her before he did. Though, as the seconds drew out, it became clear her dive was straight down. An odd feeling of disappointment, followed by a soft snarl meant only for himself, he was just about to level off when she shifted her angle. Eyes narrowed, the male's wings spread slightly, mirroring hers as if to adjust to Aonith, but truly to buy him time. Was it intentional? He didn't want this one unless she chose him, the others be damned. Then her words greeted him, and as she shifted in her display, his wings snapped tight again, body adjusting to bring him past her tail, had he not abruptly shifted course to snag her far less jarringly than a direct dive would have produced. His jaws snapped at her in their little play for the males above, tail twining, but it was not a growl that left his throat; it was a croon.
Plummeting in a loose spiral, his wings spread and he carried her for this last leg, the sinewy muscles of the blue bunching beneath the strain. He didn't feel it.
The bluerider had a moment to feel a sickening nausea hit his stomach, another as he was jerked bodily along after Dorava. For a moment he thought she'd dash him into the wall, his shoulders rounding to take the force and keep his head from striking the stone, but no. Her body pressed against him, and he was all too happy to let Inocenth consume him; he could never have gone through the motions otherwise. His lips found hers, and he pressed her back against the wall, ignoring the claw-like grip on his biceps as his teeth closed on her neck in a nip that was quickly followed up by the soothing brush of lips.
Kierjaarth's complacency went ignored, and in truth it was better than what he saw from the brown. Ruskeath's wings spread wide, and had Inocenth chosen to stay his course, the membrane of the left would have torn like paper before his momentum, and then what would Ruskeath have done? Perhaps most irritating was the simple fact that it really wouldn't hurt Inocenth to do so, meaning that if he changed course it was to protect the sharding brown's wings. Inocenth didn't protect other dragons. Sharding male, forcing him to be nice. (No, he had no intention of killing another dragon, not one from his wing.) With a snarl he curled away, tail slashing hard across Ruskeath's snout in a blow that would leave the male's head ringing. Stupid brown. What was he, a weyrling?
As his dive didn't need to gather any momentum - he'd already started before Aonith made hers - Inocenth wasn't worried about other males reaching her before he did. Though, as the seconds drew out, it became clear her dive was straight down. An odd feeling of disappointment, followed by a soft snarl meant only for himself, he was just about to level off when she shifted her angle. Eyes narrowed, the male's wings spread slightly, mirroring hers as if to adjust to Aonith, but truly to buy him time. Was it intentional? He didn't want this one unless she chose him, the others be damned. Then her words greeted him, and as she shifted in her display, his wings snapped tight again, body adjusting to bring him past her tail, had he not abruptly shifted course to snag her far less jarringly than a direct dive would have produced. His jaws snapped at her in their little play for the males above, tail twining, but it was not a growl that left his throat; it was a croon.
Plummeting in a loose spiral, his wings spread and he carried her for this last leg, the sinewy muscles of the blue bunching beneath the strain. He didn't feel it.
The bluerider had a moment to feel a sickening nausea hit his stomach, another as he was jerked bodily along after Dorava. For a moment he thought she'd dash him into the wall, his shoulders rounding to take the force and keep his head from striking the stone, but no. Her body pressed against him, and he was all too happy to let Inocenth consume him; he could never have gone through the motions otherwise. His lips found hers, and he pressed her back against the wall, ignoring the claw-like grip on his biceps as his teeth closed on her neck in a nip that was quickly followed up by the soothing brush of lips.
