Post by Kisha-Ra on May 19, 2009 16:32:38 GMT -5
Imp’s erratic flight/glide carried him along haphazardly and slowly, far too slowly after his lovely, lovely, queen. Surely she would see how strong he was though, how devoted, he hadn’t given up at the first little trial that had come up. No indeed, he was still very much in the running.
A dive? Now? Well he could dive too, better than anyone else! Imp folded his wings and frill tightly against his body and dropped after Ellie like an airborne brick, his long tail whipped around keeping his descent under control. Then his pretty pulled up, he was in the ideal place to catch her, his wings snapped out and worked furiously but they were nowhere near big enough to combat the velocity of his fall. OH SHARDS! Love you prettylove. Sorry I. Buggeration! Imp saw his fate rising towards him and cursed it, even as he apologised to Ellie for missing his chance to catch her.
With R’wign beating a hasty retreat Darya’s attention focused solely on Lennae, the other gold must be the silly baby one, well Darya scared that one off. Her lips twitched into a satisfied smile. None of her rivals had made it this far, just her and her pretty gold. Darya strode confidently towards Lennae, wriggling out of her shirt in the process.
Suddenly panic crossed the bluerider’s face and she muttered a few curses, her body tensing as Imp tried to free himself from the inexorable pull of gravity. The reaction as her pet gave up on his love was an instant one; Darya stumbled back, shaking her head. Her breathing turned ragged and a slight flush crept up her pale skin. However her eyes remained fixed on Lennae, and the predatory look and posture remained.
‘Shards, shells, and scorch it. Sharding little sod, I should leave him out in a fall.’ Darya muttered, quietly furious with herself, Imp, and Azrath. Her blush deepened as she noticed that she’d lost some of her clothing, and that the apparent object of her ‘mandyr induced affections wasn’t entirely healthy. She could have done some real damage if Imp hadn’t lost. Though she wasn’t under Imp’s control now, she could be more considerate. Darya shook head sharply to clear her thoughts. ‘I’m sorry for… um… whatever.’ She mumbled, looking off to one side of the woman she’d apparently been about to ravish. ‘I don’t normally try and jump people… I… my salamandyr was chasing some firelizard queen. I… I hope I didn’t scare you too much.’ Darya’s gaze ended up on the ground, she couldn’t remember the last time she’d been this embarrassed just at the moment but she was sure Imp had been involved then as well.
A dive? Now? Well he could dive too, better than anyone else! Imp folded his wings and frill tightly against his body and dropped after Ellie like an airborne brick, his long tail whipped around keeping his descent under control. Then his pretty pulled up, he was in the ideal place to catch her, his wings snapped out and worked furiously but they were nowhere near big enough to combat the velocity of his fall. OH SHARDS! Love you prettylove. Sorry I. Buggeration! Imp saw his fate rising towards him and cursed it, even as he apologised to Ellie for missing his chance to catch her.
With R’wign beating a hasty retreat Darya’s attention focused solely on Lennae, the other gold must be the silly baby one, well Darya scared that one off. Her lips twitched into a satisfied smile. None of her rivals had made it this far, just her and her pretty gold. Darya strode confidently towards Lennae, wriggling out of her shirt in the process.
Suddenly panic crossed the bluerider’s face and she muttered a few curses, her body tensing as Imp tried to free himself from the inexorable pull of gravity. The reaction as her pet gave up on his love was an instant one; Darya stumbled back, shaking her head. Her breathing turned ragged and a slight flush crept up her pale skin. However her eyes remained fixed on Lennae, and the predatory look and posture remained.
‘Shards, shells, and scorch it. Sharding little sod, I should leave him out in a fall.’ Darya muttered, quietly furious with herself, Imp, and Azrath. Her blush deepened as she noticed that she’d lost some of her clothing, and that the apparent object of her ‘mandyr induced affections wasn’t entirely healthy. She could have done some real damage if Imp hadn’t lost. Though she wasn’t under Imp’s control now, she could be more considerate. Darya shook head sharply to clear her thoughts. ‘I’m sorry for… um… whatever.’ She mumbled, looking off to one side of the woman she’d apparently been about to ravish. ‘I don’t normally try and jump people… I… my salamandyr was chasing some firelizard queen. I… I hope I didn’t scare you too much.’ Darya’s gaze ended up on the ground, she couldn’t remember the last time she’d been this embarrassed just at the moment but she was sure Imp had been involved then as well.