Post by Tashe on Jun 15, 2009 17:57:45 GMT -5
Letting his sails extend all of the way, Ismaroth wheeled around to follow Emerith out and away from the River. He felt much better now that they were in an open area, the thermals where fueled with a driving force, which helped reduce the strain on his wings so long as he picked and chose the right ones to aid him. He dove downward with a spin, leveling out before the terrain below them gave way to jungle.
Sliding down as far as he was willing to go, the Brown wove back and forth in attempts to keep Emerith in his sight line. She was moving quickly but it was becoming more apparent that she was tiring, her speed had reduced. He judged on comparison to how many of his own wing beats it took to keep up a steady pace with her various darting abouts. Doing a barrel roll, Ismaroth skimmed the very tops of the tallest trees, Fuzz all but forgotten on the end of his tail. He had gotten used to flinging her added weight around, and anyways, his attention had zeroed in on the shimmering Green. She was stunning, the way she moved just exemplified elegance!
Cupping his hands behind his back, the Brownrider narrowed his eyes slightly, the black rings around them seeming to grow in size as more of his skin was shown. He watched the Green intently, his eyes flickering as they traced each movement as minute as they may be. He was inspecting, he wouldn't deny it. E'rro wanted to take hold of the Green so badly, but he could not, not until he was chosen by the glorious one. Why would she want a Blue? They were scrawny things. And a Bronze? Bah, he was much more handsome than Ciceroth. Couldn't she see that picking a Brown was much more worth while? He offered the Green a small toothy smile. He would wait... it was the only thing he could do at this point to show her his respect.
Sliding down as far as he was willing to go, the Brown wove back and forth in attempts to keep Emerith in his sight line. She was moving quickly but it was becoming more apparent that she was tiring, her speed had reduced. He judged on comparison to how many of his own wing beats it took to keep up a steady pace with her various darting abouts. Doing a barrel roll, Ismaroth skimmed the very tops of the tallest trees, Fuzz all but forgotten on the end of his tail. He had gotten used to flinging her added weight around, and anyways, his attention had zeroed in on the shimmering Green. She was stunning, the way she moved just exemplified elegance!
Cupping his hands behind his back, the Brownrider narrowed his eyes slightly, the black rings around them seeming to grow in size as more of his skin was shown. He watched the Green intently, his eyes flickering as they traced each movement as minute as they may be. He was inspecting, he wouldn't deny it. E'rro wanted to take hold of the Green so badly, but he could not, not until he was chosen by the glorious one. Why would she want a Blue? They were scrawny things. And a Bronze? Bah, he was much more handsome than Ciceroth. Couldn't she see that picking a Brown was much more worth while? He offered the Green a small toothy smile. He would wait... it was the only thing he could do at this point to show her his respect.