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Post by glamourie on Feb 1, 2010 19:38:27 GMT -5
Nonsensical babbling. K’lir narrowed his eyes, grasping the girl’s face beneath his nails as he spoke. He leaned his face down, perilously close to the unrecognized creature’s, and in a tone that was nothing like K’lir, he spoke. There was a silkiness to the tone that was entirely unnatural to the boy who usually said exactly what came to his mind when it came to his mind; there was a level of agitation to his tone that suggested he thought her inferior and the look on his face wasn’t K’lir at all. Too cold. Too composed. Too comfortable. Too challenging. K’lir was a big-mouthed, impulsive spirit, who never hesitated, was never reluctant, was never afraid – he was Southern to the core. Big mouthed brat. But Baoth was an icy force with no problem twisting words to make her point. He leaned forward to whisper against her ear, still digging his nails into her skin with force enough to bleed and scar (as was his goal):
“Stop speaking and die quietly. Your promises are worthless. Your presence here alone is proof of that. You should not have come, and it will cost you. Until my flight is over, the skies are mine – and mine alone. I will not share my spotlight with anyone.”
It was very likely that K’lir would’ve followed through on those words, baited by Kaaoloth – Sel’n’s encouragement – had he not been touched a moment later. The surprise that flashed over his face was prominent and he turned to look over his shoulder at the figure just barely larger than him in terms of height. So many of them were protesting the dismissal of the horrible female who dared invade her – his flight. K’lir lounged back against M’ta, the tears coming back to his eyes before falling down his cheeks. He laid his head on the brownrider’s shoulder, his wide-eyed gaze following Evrgarde/Iorath as she/he chose that moment to remove the problem. The words of encouragement from the other males combined with Iorath’s actions made him –and by proxy, Baoth – calm down considerably. He didn’t move from M’ta’s arms, instead turning back to Evrgarde before actively purring encouragement.
“Such a sweet blue,” K’lir said softly before turning to the rest of the males – but it was obvious that Iorath had definitely earned his approval. “Thank you~” One hand came up to stroke M’ta’s jaw before he turned around and leaned up to kiss the tears away gently. It was easy, considering that M’ta was his height – just the right size. “Don’t cry, beloved Behruth; I’m sorry to upset you. She’s not worth the effort.” Gently dancing out of M’ta’s arms, K’lir slipped backwards, putting some distance between himself and the group – but most especially that hated other female. She was ignored, aside from the scratches. Completely and utterly ignored. There were so many lovely males (+ Evrgarde) to pick from – how could he be expected to pick just one of them?
No other dragon? Futh’s explanation made Baoth tilt her head to the side as she flew and she turned over onto her back, flying quickly through the trees as if they were made just for her. The other words of reassurance and sounds of encouragement were lost as a hint of anger filled her gaze – what did Futh know that she did not? His words, coupled with K’lir’s knowledge, answered it for her: another female, yes, but not another green. Not a threat to her. None of them were interested in the fallen girl. Her males. Her wings beat and she flipped over, crooning back in encouragement; fine then. The female wasn’t a threat to her, fine. But it was a threat to Hers. And she was not going to share, so neither should hers have to. Fortunately, Iorath/His was smart enough to remove the girl from Hers’ sight, and Baoth was calmed, considerably, by that.
As the knowledge set in, so too did her irritation with Futh – not active, no, but there was a definite hint of coldness in her voice as she bespoke him, along with the rest of the males, You would do well to make sure your pets stay on leashes, Futhlove. The next time, it will be my claws, not K’lirMyLove’s, that rend her into pieces. This is your only warning. And to the girl directly she said one thing and one thing only – but the poison in the word was enough that it left no argument, Leave.
Her anger gave her strength, and Baoth turned that to her advantage. Beating her wings, the green powered herself forward – up higher, faster, stronger. She twirled through the air and pulled upwards, forcing herself toward the clouds. Her wingbeats propelled her up faster, not quite directly vertical but at a steep enough slope that it would be difficult to follow. Each movement brought to her attention that she was beginning to get very sore – which likely meant that she’d be caught soon, if she didn’t pick a male of her own. She didn’t want to pick one though. Too many pretties to pick from, how was she supposed to select only one? And they were all so sweet – fighting for her honor as they were. A low whine escaped her throat, lost in the sound of the howling wind as she turned again, quickly. Back toward the sea where she’d been going originally, before she got distracted. No greens hiding in the trees. Fine. Fine. Foolish child.
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Post by Rei on Feb 1, 2010 20:35:50 GMT -5
Sel’n practically bounced in excitement at Baoth’s words. Yes. Kill her. Shred her. Let her blood flow onto the floor. The sight of blood under the green’s nails made him croon happily. Yes pain. She deserved it. However his excitement was short lived, as the rest of the chasers quickly removed the invader. He couldn’t help the grumble that passed his lips as the small female was suitability tossed aside. Hissing at her once in a threat display he turned his attention completely back onto Baoth. If the invader sought to reenter she would have more to deal with than just the green next time.
Jealously bloomed as he watched Behruth comfort Baoth. How he wished he could be the one accepting her attentions instead. No matter. There would be plenty of time for such later if he caught. Yes. Buoyed by that thought the rider made his way after K'lir as he moved. Yes the flight must continue. Beautiful Baoth would not disappoint. Never. Purring his contentment Sel’n stepped forward more than eager to continue the dance.
Kaaoloth circled once as things below him began to sort themselves out. Not another dragon then. Merely a stupid human girl. Grumbling in irritation at the stupidity of some humans, he flipped his tail and quickened his wing beats. Time to refocus on what was important here. Baoth. Her croon of encouragement caused him to redouble his efforts. Yes the flight was now continuing. Forgetting the invader completely, (she was not important in the least after all), he trumpeted his excitement and craned his neck to behold the green below.
Her words however caused a bit of crimson to color his violet gaze. Futh knew the invader? Hissing in irritation he fixed one eye on the blue. However there was no time for anything other than a glance for his love was moving and that was all he should be concentrating on. Her steep limb would be near impossible for him to copy and so he rose in his own way. Powering his large wings upward the rose as quickly as he was able. It was obvious by her body language that Baoth was beginning to tire.
This was where he would be able to shine. He had plenty in reserve. A creature built for stamina he was. Kaaoloth was now making up the distance he had previously lost. Which was his intention. Climbing up behind her he kept a few dragon length’s between them, solely so he would have room to maneuver. It was a good thing he did to, for she turned at that moment and he banked to follow. Clever girl.
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Post by Ember on Feb 1, 2010 20:36:13 GMT -5
T'san watched the whispered exchange with interest. She was very much dangerous but more than that she was in command of the situation. Maybe not her feelings, but the darkling was still flying circles around that useless female. At her mercy...or the lack thereof. His own words didn't seem to have had any affect but before he even got a chance to step forward and try to do something M'ta had gone in and physically comforted the one whom they'd been following, chasing without any regard for that other one. He slowly settled down again as one of the blues disposed of the one hurting their lovely green and he waited on K'lir's word.
Yes, that was right. They were all here for her and not the unwanted one. He was jealous of the attention on Iorath and Behruth but he could only blame himself for not stepping up. Nonetheless he crooned and moved closer to K'lir. Such an interesting chase she'd led them on. He looked forward for what may happen next. They'd found the missing one they'd been looking for. He didn't seem like anything special. The only one who actually seemed worth attention was indeed the lovely green.
Dsoleth did a basic loop while Baoth looked at them while she was upside down. He only did his tricks for her and she should know that. No other female owned the skies as she did now. No other green owned them right now. At her croon he allowed himself to begin to feel easy again. There'd be no more violence this chase. It wasn't over yet though. If it was she'd have picked or been caught already. As Baoth's mindvoice made it to him he secretly reveled in that fact that it was directed at competition and not him.
Oh! The height he'd gained gave him a slight advantage though it wasn't much. His strength still wasn't flagging too much and he beat powerfully after her. The dull ache was not enough for him to consider and was more due to what little fancy flying he'd attempted to do than the length of the flight. His speed still wasn't up to a green's but he lagged behind less as he put more effort into keeping up. Baoth, the lovely dark one, probably couldn't last much longer. He needed to be closer at wing for more serious consideration.
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Post by Ruby on Feb 1, 2010 21:37:47 GMT -5
Futh ducked his head midflight, accepting her chastisement and dropping back a foot or two as if to emphasize his apology. However, he would not- could not- allow Baoth to continue laboring under the misconception that Meagen was his. He knew her, yes, (and liked her well enough when flightlust wasn't a factor), but she was not his. Aware that he might be digging his own grave, Futh replied for Baoth alone, She is not MY pet. If anything, she thinks that Mine is hers, to do with as she pleases. This is false. Still, I apologize for her actions, and humbly beg forgiveness.
He left it at that, willing to drop it if Baoth was, and it seemed that was her plan. She was speeding towards the clouds, and Futh went about regaining the ground that he had lost. It was a struggle- her pace and her angle were both punishing, even to the solid blue. Luckily Futh's stamina was fairly good, and it was starting to be useful. He couldn't imagine how the lighter blues were doing, much less Baoth herself. Then she turned, heading for the ocean, and Futh pushed. He wasn't the biggest, or the fastest, or the strongest, (maybe the fattest), but he wouldn't give up. He would chase this beauty until he fell out of the sky. She was worth it.
Aware that his blue, while certainly not gaining, was at least keeping pace with the browns and Baoth, M'kai shifted a step or two forward. The girl was gone, or at least she was as far as M'kai was concerned. She could have tried to kiss him there in the corridor and he would have disregarded her, simply shifting her out of the way so he had a direct line to Baoth. Well, maybe not "simply" or "shifting", not after Baoth's response. If the girl came back, she might regret it for a very, very long time. Futh/M'kai woudn't have her risk his chances again.
M'kai shifted another step, uncertain about his position, now. He wanted to run to Baoth's side, comfort her as Behruth was. But that was the problem: Behruth was already there. He certainly didn't want to crowd her, not if there was a chance she was still angry with him. Although Behruth was gettting a positive response, and she was still wrapped in his arms. That caused a flare of jealousy in Futh/M'kai. He crammed it down, though, realizing that Behruth HAD, in fact, comforted her. For a moment he thought she'd been caught- but no, she danced away again. There was still hope. Another half-step forward.
Futh beat his undersized wings, pushing his chubby self even faster.
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Post by midnight on Feb 1, 2010 21:54:16 GMT -5
Meagen caught her breath for a moment. A female grabbed her from the greenrider, a bluerider more then likely. K'lir was being comforted, and the green was getting back to her flight. That was all that mattered to the girl. She had a sort of shocking calm going through her, aching and twisting in her gut. The BlueRider roared in her face and threw her into a wall, pain searing her back where she hit. She slid down, bracing herself on her hands and knees.
Then Mik came, her heart leaped in her chest but it died as he screamed in her face. Tears threatened for a moment, and as she heard the harsh words of the Riders.. she felt what little self-esteem she had gathered about her looks... shatter. The tears threatened in her eyes, but she get a firm face on. The pain from her face ached through her, but she wouldn't let them know she was hurting. Her breathing took a few moments to regulate. The greens shouting in her mind made her ache moreso, but she was more focused about standing up.
The GreenRider was back to his flight, that was all that mattered. The girl gripped her hands around her stomach, a queasy feeling washed over her as she struggled to stand. Scarlet streaked on the walls as her hand pressed there. Sliding and slipping as the girl stood up. All that mattered was the flight was back on course, back on course. Shards she had been so stupid. Her freehand pressed to her face, coming away streaked with scarlet. Face wounds bled a lot, but you couldn't die from one... Usually. This one cracked the surface quite a bit.
She'd have a memory from this flight always, streaked across her face. But she had no one to blame but herself. She would not blame any of the Riders, ever...it was the flightlust. In the morning they probably wouldn't even remember. She was told to take of down the hall... so she did. Slowly, at a pace that was obviously impeded by injuries. It'd take her a bit to get out of the area, especially since it looked like she was limping. But she didn't tilt her head down at all, she kept it up. She wasn't going to look defeated. That's the last thing she needed.
But the GreenRider had her chasers... Had Mik. A pang rushed through her as indecision crawled through the girls brain. She ripped off the edge of her linen tunic and pressed it against her cheek. Looking back again for a moment and smiling wryly. At least it was her, and not someone caught by accident. Someone else that couldn't take it as easily as the girl could.
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Post by mierce on Feb 1, 2010 23:35:39 GMT -5
Evrgarde bowed humbly to K’lir’s very kind words in regards to her actions. Removing (or disposing of, if she could have had her way) the foolish intruder was only the right thing to do, after all. Still, the greenrider’s acknowledgement was very much appreciated! She smiled to M’ta as well, glad that the brownrider--competition as he may be--had also stepped in to comfort dear K’lir.
Iorath cooed affectionately after Baoth, quite relieved that she had calmed down. He didn’t speed up as soon as the dark green took off again; it seemed a tad bit unfair since she had been distracted. Instead, he gave her a few seconds’ head start during which time he gazed approvingly at her. Then with a handful of powerful beats of his wings, he propelled himself after her alluring form. He no longer strove to entertain her with all manners of fancy air tricks or the like -- after all, it was Baoth not her chasers’ who was the star of the show here -- though he was loath to simply fly. How plain. How boring. Besides, she could hardly be expected to accept a suitor who didn’t at least put in the effort.
Thus he didn’t waste time with countless pirouettes and loops, instead limiting their use for aiding with tight turns. He followed Baoth as tightly as he could, using his small-body-with-oversized-wings to whatever benefit it could offer as the flight drew to a likely end.
They flew closer to the sea, against the strong sea winds that forced them to sway in the currents. He craned his neck, extending it as far as possible. Whenever he could cut a corner to get closer, he took that opportunity. Baoth wasn’t quite within reach yet… but he was determined to give it his all until she had either chosen or a dragon caught her first. Trumpeting, he beat his wings especially hard for another boost in closing their distance.
((I accidentally a noun there. Yes, the whole noun.))
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Post by Avu on Feb 2, 2010 12:48:25 GMT -5
Ahth was not a physically violent creature, nor really physically demonstrative in any way, and it was only that that stopped R’ahre from screaming at Meagan, too. Faranth knew it was tempting enough, between K’lir’s obvious appreciation of those that had acted out and the cold fury that Ahth felt towards the girl, but the blue was also controlled. Nevertheless, R’ahre’s head bowed, and he looked at K’lir and M’ta for a moment before his gaze flicked back to Meagan and he stared at her levelly, coldly. She was crying. She was crying? Why was she crying? She had butted in, ruined the Flight, and she deserved it. This was…absolutely…
“Pathetic.”
The word escaped softly, in a hiss of breath, and disdain flickered across his face before he deliberately turned his back to Meagan, taking two steps away from her, closer to K’lir, level with most of the other males, watching in silence again. He was here – and not for that pathetic brat. His head bowed slightly, eyelids dropping; he looked up at K’lir through his lashes, lips parting slightly. The other males were back to being ignored – ignored completely; Futh was not spared a second glance, though from Ahth he experienced a flicker of icy amusement at the other blue’s expense.
Of course Futh would have such a pet. His gaze didn’t leave K’lir, though, because if he looked away he’d loose sight of the green, who was flying without moving again, up – out of the trees, the dark leaves that obstructed wings and view, and back into the sky, to the clouds. The others were following, and so too did he, did Ahth…
The blue dragon peeled away from the trees, irritation in their presence dancing through his mind for a brief second. Ahth’s wings flared, wide and dark, following Baoth as the green made a steep upwards ascent, though his wasn’t a straight upwards path, but instead a quick circling motion that took him rapidly upwards and forwards – not following her directly (so uncreative, after all) but still following in his own way. He leveled off after he reached a suitable altitude with a very nice wind that seemed to know where he wanted to go, and swept in long glides after the green, still fast, but slower than he’d been originally going – Ahth was large for a blue, but he wasn’t muscled enough to challenge the endurance of the browns; his serpentine body emphasized agility, speed.
Soon. Soon.
Soon the green would choose, surely; going through the trees like that couldn’t have been easy. Soon the slow ache that was gathering in his wings would become noticeable outwardly, though Ahth was actually doing a fair job of hiding it at the moment. Soon he’d be unable to keep up the speed he was currently moving at. Soon. Too soon. But soon, nevertheless.
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Post by glamourie on Feb 2, 2010 18:25:22 GMT -5
So defensive, Baoth said silkily to Futh and Futh alone; there was no need to drag others into her conversation. You are forgiven, Futhlove; how could you know that the silly girl did not understand that females are to be Chased, not doing the Chasing? You should probably explain that to her later on. She is obviously very confused. The silent laughter in Baoth’s voice was impossible to deny. She was still upset – still angry that her flight had been disrupted for even a second (and therefore it was that girl’s fault that she couldn’t light up the sky with her own perfect glow, that the sun still shimmered more brilliantly than her hide – tch). However, her anger was starting to dissipate in light of her wings burning steadily more. She had to climb higher – higher. Out of their reach. Out of their grasp. She couldn’t let them have her. Sheer stubbornness powered her on; she was determined to be the most difficult flight ever. She’d burn her image into their memory so that her beautiful males always came back for her – always. She wanted to be memorable.
But her wings hurt so bad that she was having trouble flying, let alone keeping the impressive speed up. Her eyes tinged red; anger with herself, not them. She had to be the best. She had to. Faster, faster. No pain, no gain, right?
Examining the chasers playfully, K’lir turned on his toe and backed up. He didn’t want to give any of them up. Any. Enough of K’lir remained to tell him that staying in the hallway was a bad idea – very bad – but enough of Baoth was present to stubbornly refuse to relinquish her hold on all the pretties. The combination of those thoughts led to the greenrider half-dancing across the hallway before literally skipping into the nearest weyr – which, given where he’d been leading his merry chasers, meant they were at R’ahre’s weyr. It was secluded enough and big enough to house all of them, and so it accomplished the intended goal. It never dawned on K’lir that dragging everyone into R’ahre’s weyr was impolite, but if it had, he probably wouldn’t have cared any more than he did right in that moment. His Ahth could share~ It wasn’t like he was going to be using it, now was it? The urge to laugh was almost overwhelming as he actually leapt up onto R’ahre’s bed, as if it was specifically a platform designed for him. Wobbling, the greenrider wove into an awkward twirl before falling over onto his side in the furs, as if he owned them. So comfortable. And plenty of room. Good. K’lir rolled out of the furs, paying little mind to his surroundings. Fluffy, fluffy, and he hurt…
Baoth beat her wings more insistently as they grew steadily more strained – more sore. She hissed quietly, climbing higher. They wouldn’t be able to catch up to her, she stubbornly resolved. No one would. And she wouldn’t pick any of them, since she couldn’t; they were all so wonderful that she didn’t want to pick a favorite. She’d fly until her wings fell off – she’d –
What?
The feeling of claws grasping her – catching her. Her eyes rapidly whirled in confusion as she swiveled her head back to see who dared to catch her –was she ready? Did she want to be caught? She didn’t really have a choice. Wicked. Half-irritated, she spied blue hide as dark as her own was green and the recognition dawned instantly; she didn’t need to talk to know who that male was. Ahth. Part of her was amused – and most of her was pleased; he was one of her favorite dragons, after all. But another part of Baoth wanted a challenge – didn’t want to be caught by just one, didn’t want to pick just one male. Especially not her clutchbrother who thought himself a guaranteed win before she even rose. Arrogant.
That rebellion manifested more in K’lir than Baoth, who was, despite it all, quite content at having been caught. The greenrider was not. Even as he snaked one hand out to grip R’ahre’s hair and pull him into a deep kiss, his other hand snatched out to grip M’kai’s shirt. Up against his blue he pushed himself before he hissed for them all to hear – baiting – “You haven’t caught me yet. And I’m not going down without a fight.” He wanted them all. And he’d have them all, shard it. They were his until morning light… for better or worse.
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Post by Avu on Feb 2, 2010 20:46:47 GMT -5
Up he went, conserving energy where he could in long glides when the wind fell in his favor and using the disturbances in the air created by the other males to his favor as well. Ahth’s wings quivered, faltering for a moment as the muscles tightened before a wind propelled him forward faster. The pace that Baoth was setting – and he was forcing himself to follow and attempt to surpass – was one that Ahth was not accustomed to for long periods of time. The blue’s eyes glittered, gleaming in shades of violet that spiraled into a shade of purple nearly black to match the darkness of his hide. His wings flared a little wider, tail giving a little sideways twitch as he pushed himself higher –
– forward.
Meagan had been utterly forgotten; R’ahre glided smoothly after K’lir. If he was aware of the greenrider’s intended destination (or rather, if he protested it) he gave no sign. The bluerider drifted after K’lir, fingers brushing momentarily with a small flash of animosity against the door (stupid door; why was it always in his way!) before it faded in favor of watching the green intently. Playing on his bed – it made K’lir all the more fascinating, and R’ahre didn’t even notice himself moving as he drifted closer until his palms were pressing against the bottom of the frame lightly. He leaned forward, almost imperceptibly, watching intently for another moment, before a look that was decidedly thoughtful crossed his features and his head tilted to one side, almost bird-like…
This was wrong. Something was wrong. What was it…? For a minute, Ahth, who spiraled ever upwards, ever forwards, in Baoth’s trail, the tail to her comet, faltered, confused, before it came. He wanted to Catch Baoth before he was tired, not after. That would simply be foolish, not at all the way he wanted it to end, and while it wasn’t his Flight, he still didn’t want to be too weak at the end of it to hold himself up (let alone Baoth if he actually won).
So, he would fix that. One chance, he had; it would be stupid to expect Baoth to be Caught before she’d Chosen but if it did happen – if it was attempted – she wouldn’t fall for the same thing twice if the first time failed. His wings cut through the air, silent, efficient, and Ahth ignored the burning in his wings to push himself faster, faster, his own momentum carrying him upwards rapidly until he was actually above Baoth – but the advantage would not last. His wings flared, and he leveled off to glide, silent, a shadow, rapidly, right at the green. She’d already risen above him, but it didn’t matter; one wing closed to bring him into a sideways curve. Tail swept forward to coil around Baoth’s as his wings reopened, stretching to swing him around against the green.
And his arms wound around K’lir’s waist, firmly enough that it would be difficult to pull away, R’ahre having slipped around to the side of the bed farthest from the door, knees pressed against the mattress. His lips brushed against K’lir’s abdomen, clothed though the greenrider still was, before he straightened into the kiss; there was no hint of hesitation anymore as his grip tightened on K’lir, and he actually growled faintly at the words, though the sound was playful, not angry. He was never – ever – angry at Baoth, after all. Too far gone for words, but it didn’t matter – and it didn’t matter that K’lir was also attached to M’kai. Ahth had won, not Futh.
/We/ won, Ahth amended as he wound his tail more tightly around Baoth’s, flaring out his wings to support the both of them for as long as he could, and he felt R’ahre agree, almost unconsciously, as the rider gave in to the Flightlust. Yeah…/we/.
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Post by Ruby on Feb 5, 2010 21:00:07 GMT -5
Futh trilled happily at Baoth's forgiveness, pushing himself even harder. She was truly a prize he would never be worthy of, but he would try. She deserved no less. So he pumped his wings, striving for more speed that his extra-padded frame simply couldn't produce. He could tell she was tiring, and although Futh wasn't quite exhausted yet (possibly his only talent?), she was still faster that he was. That was that.
It didn't stop the blue from powering towards the sun anyway, climbing steadily if not quickly. She'd have to choose soon, or be caught.
Futh, in M'kai's body, was still chasing K'lir, too. The green was backing away, and M'kai would NOT let her get out of his sight. He crammed himself through the door at the same time as another male, bruising his hip on the doorframe. WHO he had shoved in next to certainly didn't matter, so he paid no attention as long as he got through. While R'ahre drifted towards the bed and K'lir cavorted, M'kai stalked. He hovered at the edge of the bed, surrounded by other chasers and waiting for a hint of Baoth's favor. Was he allowed to come up? Should he? For now, he would wait.
Mistake. Futh realized what Ahth was doing seconds too late, and tucked his wings with a croon. Not happy or sad, for it had been a good flight, and Ahth certainly deserved to win. He was a talented dragon, and brave; his ploy had worked. Simply... tired. The blue dropped slowly, allowing himself an easy flight back to his ledge where he curled up to sleep. He was done... but his was not. With half an eye open, Futh dropped his jaw in a draconic smirk. Ahth might have won Baoth, but he must share K'lir. For once, Futh had matched his blue brother at something. That thought sent the Blue off into a pleasant sleep.
M'kai leaned in towards K'lir, face falling as R'ahre claimed his conquest. He hadn't been ready for the crushing loss when Ahth caught and Futh did not, and it hurt. He allowed himself one last look at the Greenrider, ready to turn and go- but he couldn't turn! K'lir had ahold of the front of his shirt, pulling him onto the bed. Lust surged in him again, and without even realizing what he was doing, M'kai leaned in as R'ahre shifted, snaking an arm around K'lir and kissing his first boy.
It would be an interesting morning.
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