Post by boober on Aug 8, 2008 5:18:06 GMT -5
The lust that was slightly clouding the bronze rider’s mind was chased away rather efficiently by a wave of confusion and… alarm, as Mutasim reacted rather violently to his proximity. C’lryn pored through his memories to see if he’d ever done anything to warrant such a reaction, but the only time he could ever remember interacting with the candidate at all was the time in the main hall… when Mutasim had nearly relieved a boy of his ear. Oh yes… that might have been why he’d had that niggling feeling that he should probably not get too close to the younger lad. Now he knew why. What a strange kid. He blinked in confusion as Mutasim split, disappearing like a firelizard startled between. That… was actually a relief, as he really hadn’t wanted to have to deal with the boy with a weapon. Possibly because C’lryn himself was unarmed; an unfair match if ever there was one.
He let his shoulders sag, expelling a breath he hadn’t realized he’d been holding. He turned back toward Rielana, his confusion plain on his face even as he began to juggle the glows in his hand. “What in Faranth’s name was that all about?” After a few passes, he collected the glows in one hand and set them down someplace, not really paying attention to where. Now that Mutasim was out of the room, that Flight lust had come creeping back. It didn’t help that C’lryn was looking at the object of his affections. Clearly the subject of the jumpy candidate was being dismissed as the bronze rider glided over to wrap his arms smoothly around Rielana’s waist. “Guess what? We’re alone now.” The obvious was stated in a rather suggestive tone as C’lryn let his hands smooth down the green rider’s waist, adding to the suggestiveness in his tone. Typical male.
Darling was tiring. She knew it, and the Chasers likely knew it as well. But she wasn’t going to go out meekly, no she wasn’t! She still had to choose after all. Summoning the last of her strength, the glowing gold flipped upside down, trimming her wings and plummeting a short distance before flaring them again and taking a sharp turn to the left. The males would have to do some fancy footwork to impress her. Darling risked a glance back to see how her males were faring. What she saw made her flare her wings, slowing her tremendous speed drastically. That brown, what was wrong with him? Something was amiss; he was obviously out for blood, and for a moment, Darling was uncertain. What should she do about this? This was clearly not normal. Was that brown ill? Should she chase him out of her Flight? He was plainly not behaving normally, seeming almost to be chasing the others instead of her!
But if she interfered, would he turn his aggression toward her? The little queen hissed at the thought, red mixing in with the lustful purple in her eyes. Never! No male would be such a fool, even in an altered state. No, what she must do was choose, end the Flight, and hopefully the sick brown would go away. If not… then she’d have to take care of him herself. Darling flexed her talons before giving a great sweep of her wings, screeching mightily for her pursuers. The Flight had resumed. She rushed upward on her blurring wings, though she kept an eye on the procession of males. She could use this to her advantage; anyone the brown touched would be considered disqualified. But it didn’t seem that he was really catching up to any of them, so she would have to make the calls herself.
Who to choose? Pumping her wings, the gold shot upward before curving back, flying upside down before twisting in midair to right herself. She then plunged down through the knot of males. She slapped Jabari lightly with her tail, not enough to hurt but definitely enough to let him know that he was unquestionably out of the running. Aekash suffered a cuff from her balled-up claws. The little fool had been late, and not even Darling was so forgiving as to choose a latecomer! Dropping through the bottom of the knot of males, the gold swept away, having reduced the numbers by two. It was sad that Imp seemed to have given up; it would have been interesting, a salamandyr mate. But Darling had her eye on the prize, and there was only one bronze it could possibly be. The little gold sent a trill in Ego’s direction, encouraging him, and him alone. He had proven himself worthy of her this Flight, but it wasn’t too late to choose another; Ego still had to come and catch her after all. She dropped slightly, her fatigue momentarily overwhelming lust now that she’d Chosen.
He let his shoulders sag, expelling a breath he hadn’t realized he’d been holding. He turned back toward Rielana, his confusion plain on his face even as he began to juggle the glows in his hand. “What in Faranth’s name was that all about?” After a few passes, he collected the glows in one hand and set them down someplace, not really paying attention to where. Now that Mutasim was out of the room, that Flight lust had come creeping back. It didn’t help that C’lryn was looking at the object of his affections. Clearly the subject of the jumpy candidate was being dismissed as the bronze rider glided over to wrap his arms smoothly around Rielana’s waist. “Guess what? We’re alone now.” The obvious was stated in a rather suggestive tone as C’lryn let his hands smooth down the green rider’s waist, adding to the suggestiveness in his tone. Typical male.
Darling was tiring. She knew it, and the Chasers likely knew it as well. But she wasn’t going to go out meekly, no she wasn’t! She still had to choose after all. Summoning the last of her strength, the glowing gold flipped upside down, trimming her wings and plummeting a short distance before flaring them again and taking a sharp turn to the left. The males would have to do some fancy footwork to impress her. Darling risked a glance back to see how her males were faring. What she saw made her flare her wings, slowing her tremendous speed drastically. That brown, what was wrong with him? Something was amiss; he was obviously out for blood, and for a moment, Darling was uncertain. What should she do about this? This was clearly not normal. Was that brown ill? Should she chase him out of her Flight? He was plainly not behaving normally, seeming almost to be chasing the others instead of her!
But if she interfered, would he turn his aggression toward her? The little queen hissed at the thought, red mixing in with the lustful purple in her eyes. Never! No male would be such a fool, even in an altered state. No, what she must do was choose, end the Flight, and hopefully the sick brown would go away. If not… then she’d have to take care of him herself. Darling flexed her talons before giving a great sweep of her wings, screeching mightily for her pursuers. The Flight had resumed. She rushed upward on her blurring wings, though she kept an eye on the procession of males. She could use this to her advantage; anyone the brown touched would be considered disqualified. But it didn’t seem that he was really catching up to any of them, so she would have to make the calls herself.
Who to choose? Pumping her wings, the gold shot upward before curving back, flying upside down before twisting in midair to right herself. She then plunged down through the knot of males. She slapped Jabari lightly with her tail, not enough to hurt but definitely enough to let him know that he was unquestionably out of the running. Aekash suffered a cuff from her balled-up claws. The little fool had been late, and not even Darling was so forgiving as to choose a latecomer! Dropping through the bottom of the knot of males, the gold swept away, having reduced the numbers by two. It was sad that Imp seemed to have given up; it would have been interesting, a salamandyr mate. But Darling had her eye on the prize, and there was only one bronze it could possibly be. The little gold sent a trill in Ego’s direction, encouraging him, and him alone. He had proven himself worthy of her this Flight, but it wasn’t too late to choose another; Ego still had to come and catch her after all. She dropped slightly, her fatigue momentarily overwhelming lust now that she’d Chosen.