Post by weaving on Jul 20, 2009 18:52:01 GMT -5
Ducking and dodging the various trees that happened to be in her way, Amith found herself momentarily forgetting the males who followed her. This was fun! However, a burning pain in her muscles quickly caught her attention, followed by the need to go up. But not yet. She wanted to fly through the jungle a bit more, if that was alright with everyone else. From the sounds of various breaking branches, at least one of her pursuers had entered the jungle with her and a quick glance back showed that both Checkoth and Pagoth had followed while a roar from above gave away Kaaoloth’s presence. Well that wasn’t very fair! Kaaoloth hadn’t even tried at all! Had he thought to surprise her when she left the safety of her trees? And she’d so liked Kaaoloth until now too, but Amith didn’t find cheaters to be very good sports at all. Perhaps he’d redeem himself in her eyes, but he didn’t have long to do so.
She was aware of Checkoth leaving her and by now the burning in her wings was so intense that at the next break in the canopy she shot upward with a series of strong wingbeats, climbing through the air vertically in a desperate attempt to get as high as possible. The end was coming, and she’d need to pick soon, but she found herself unable to decide. Both Pagoth and Checkoth had attempted her obstacle course through the jungle, and all three browns were very sweet. Why couldn’t she just choose all three of them? That way no one’s feelings got hurt and everyone got what they wanted. It seemed fair, didn’t it? Alas, she didn’t think that any of her lovely browns would want to share, and so she’d need to make a decision. And soon. It would be only a matter of minutes before her strength failed her and she was sent crashing down.
She fluttered about, zigzagging upward as she made a final survey of her choices. All three of them were strong, and they seemed nice enough. Pagoth and Checkoth stood out for having followed her through the dangerous jungle, but Kaaoloth hadn’t let such an obstacle deter him. What had before been considered cheating, was now thought of as innovative. Clever, clever brown. Of course, Checkoth was a very pretty color, like what many of the trees looked like in autumn while Hers had told her that she looked like the trees of spring. What a lovely match they’d be! And he had two tails, which could only be a benefit. And yet, Pagoth had followed her through the forest, even further than Checkoth had, sheer determination forcing him through places that should have been too small for him to fit.
Suddenly decisive, the green made her decision, drifting toward Checkoth, her Checkoth when a mental yell caused her to startle, sending her hurling away from the brown.
”NO!”. In a moment of lucidity, Lennae had realized Amith’s intention and had shouted, both physically and mentally. She would not bed R’wign again, not if she could help it. He’d only drug her and tie her up in the main hall again. Or worse. She didn’t trust that healer, not one bit.
The brown that had once seemed so appealing had suddenly turned repulsive, though a part of Amith still wanted to choose him. But she couldn’t. Why couldn’t she? It didn’t make sense. In her confusion, the green collided with Kaaoloth, and rather than plummet downward, for she was so very tired, she clung to him desperately, twining with him, all thoughts of other males forgotten.
Still clinging tightly to T’rid, Lennae reached out for Sel’n, bringing him to her in a passionate embrace.
She was aware of Checkoth leaving her and by now the burning in her wings was so intense that at the next break in the canopy she shot upward with a series of strong wingbeats, climbing through the air vertically in a desperate attempt to get as high as possible. The end was coming, and she’d need to pick soon, but she found herself unable to decide. Both Pagoth and Checkoth had attempted her obstacle course through the jungle, and all three browns were very sweet. Why couldn’t she just choose all three of them? That way no one’s feelings got hurt and everyone got what they wanted. It seemed fair, didn’t it? Alas, she didn’t think that any of her lovely browns would want to share, and so she’d need to make a decision. And soon. It would be only a matter of minutes before her strength failed her and she was sent crashing down.
She fluttered about, zigzagging upward as she made a final survey of her choices. All three of them were strong, and they seemed nice enough. Pagoth and Checkoth stood out for having followed her through the dangerous jungle, but Kaaoloth hadn’t let such an obstacle deter him. What had before been considered cheating, was now thought of as innovative. Clever, clever brown. Of course, Checkoth was a very pretty color, like what many of the trees looked like in autumn while Hers had told her that she looked like the trees of spring. What a lovely match they’d be! And he had two tails, which could only be a benefit. And yet, Pagoth had followed her through the forest, even further than Checkoth had, sheer determination forcing him through places that should have been too small for him to fit.
Suddenly decisive, the green made her decision, drifting toward Checkoth, her Checkoth when a mental yell caused her to startle, sending her hurling away from the brown.
”NO!”. In a moment of lucidity, Lennae had realized Amith’s intention and had shouted, both physically and mentally. She would not bed R’wign again, not if she could help it. He’d only drug her and tie her up in the main hall again. Or worse. She didn’t trust that healer, not one bit.
The brown that had once seemed so appealing had suddenly turned repulsive, though a part of Amith still wanted to choose him. But she couldn’t. Why couldn’t she? It didn’t make sense. In her confusion, the green collided with Kaaoloth, and rather than plummet downward, for she was so very tired, she clung to him desperately, twining with him, all thoughts of other males forgotten.
Still clinging tightly to T’rid, Lennae reached out for Sel’n, bringing him to her in a passionate embrace.