Post by glamourie on Jun 4, 2008 7:21:46 GMT -5
Ciceroth felt rather than saw Aslath suddenly seem to stop midair; or so it appeared to him. Backwinging with grace, he creeled, narrowly avoiding a collision with one of the other bronzes - was it Cyanth? Ichor caught his gaze and he tensed at the damage done so quickly and efficiently to Kirayuth - unlucky was he, to be sure. Ciceroth was glad of his foresight to pay attention so intensely to his surroundings. While he hadn't expected the queen to turn around and attack (honestly he'd more thought that he would be on the receiving end of one of the other bronzes' wrath), he probably would have been hurt within the first two if he hadn't paid as close attention. Was it wrong that he felt no guilt or pity for Kirayuth? The emotions were too human for him and most of his thoughts were so intertwined with Ka'rys at that moment that he had resolutely become much, much more competitive. Ka'rys was very much the take no prisoners type, versus Ciceroth who was often the more reserved and easy going of the two. He saw the other bronzes only as his competition, and he wanted them eliminated. Aslath was doing exactly that for him. Kirayuth would heal; he would survive to try another flight. Ermieth was next, and Ciceroth's eyes whirled with a shade of something leaning closer to blue; he was pleased, pleased to see Ermieth get slashed up. Oh, normally he had no problems with Ermieth at all, and respected him and his rider on some level. Normally. But all Ermieth was at that moment was unwelcome competition. Unwelcome, unwanted, and best dealt with by claw. Aslath had the right of it.
Like Ciceroth, Ka'rys backed up, putting himself behind P'nor and A'noan, that they might suffer the queen's wrath rather than him. He did not see his actions nor realize what was happening, so connected to Ciceroth was he. Shmee was Aslath, Aslath was Shmee, and Aslath was attacking the other bronzes. He would do his best not to suffer at her mercy--
As Aslath flew downward, Ciceroth moved, curling slightly to avoid having his underbelly slashed by her wicked claws. Ka'rys mimicked his movements, jerking back away from Shmee before she could do him any harm (he would have laughed at the instinctive response at any other time). He did not back down or away, though, and perhaps that one movement was fortunate, as Aslath's claws jutted into his hide as though to keep herself from falling. His wings spread as wide as they would go, summoning all of his strength to keep both of them in the air. In that moment, everything was forgotten as he worked at beating his wings to level their flight out more efficiently, to keep both himself and Aslath from crumbling to the ground in a messy heap. It was a good thing he was large and had spared some of his energy as much of it was lost on the process of evening out. There were tiny bursts of pain, but a surge of triumph kept him from even hinting at anything short of delight. He'd worry later about the fact that Ka'rys was going to kill him. In that moment there was only Aslath on his mind.
The nails digging into his arms triggered Ka'rys's reaction; or perhaps it was simply in tune with Ciceroth's. Whatever it was, he had no problem winding his arms around Shmee. Any other time he probably would have cringed in horror, but there was no regret or hesitation. Nor did he cast even a second glance toward the other bronzeriders, or ... acknowledge that they existed. Like Ciceroth, only one creature had his attention, and his arms were wound around her at that very moment.
[ UTTER CRAP SRY. ;_; ]
Like Ciceroth, Ka'rys backed up, putting himself behind P'nor and A'noan, that they might suffer the queen's wrath rather than him. He did not see his actions nor realize what was happening, so connected to Ciceroth was he. Shmee was Aslath, Aslath was Shmee, and Aslath was attacking the other bronzes. He would do his best not to suffer at her mercy--
As Aslath flew downward, Ciceroth moved, curling slightly to avoid having his underbelly slashed by her wicked claws. Ka'rys mimicked his movements, jerking back away from Shmee before she could do him any harm (he would have laughed at the instinctive response at any other time). He did not back down or away, though, and perhaps that one movement was fortunate, as Aslath's claws jutted into his hide as though to keep herself from falling. His wings spread as wide as they would go, summoning all of his strength to keep both of them in the air. In that moment, everything was forgotten as he worked at beating his wings to level their flight out more efficiently, to keep both himself and Aslath from crumbling to the ground in a messy heap. It was a good thing he was large and had spared some of his energy as much of it was lost on the process of evening out. There were tiny bursts of pain, but a surge of triumph kept him from even hinting at anything short of delight. He'd worry later about the fact that Ka'rys was going to kill him. In that moment there was only Aslath on his mind.
The nails digging into his arms triggered Ka'rys's reaction; or perhaps it was simply in tune with Ciceroth's. Whatever it was, he had no problem winding his arms around Shmee. Any other time he probably would have cringed in horror, but there was no regret or hesitation. Nor did he cast even a second glance toward the other bronzeriders, or ... acknowledge that they existed. Like Ciceroth, only one creature had his attention, and his arms were wound around her at that very moment.
[ UTTER CRAP SRY. ;_; ]