Post by shadowreine on Nov 2, 2008 23:37:14 GMT -5
ANd Mroth simply dropped, descending to land on the river shore where he remained, catching his breath from the effort of the chase. Dragonlust fading to be replaced by exhaustion, he was a blue leaf. He lay where the wind had dropped him.
Eventually, he would move. Soon enough, he would forget, and there would be another green, another to lead him upwards to the skies above Selenitas. There was always another green, and the victories were almost as soon forgotten as the defeats. Just, by their nature, sweeter.
He had lost, but he would not always lose, it was that knowledge of uncertain reward that kept any dragon chasing after the Weyr's females. That was the way of things, and there was no thought involved. Now, he was tired, and he was angry, yes, that he had not been chosen, but it would pass.
V'ter whirled and stormed from the woman's weyr. His eyes sought other females, looking for one that might be willing. One whom, perhaps, he knew was not averse to slaking the risen lust of a rider who's dragon had fallen short of some glowing tail. Some liked it, and he would never force himself.
No, he would find a woman who was as horny as he...shame the other losing blue had not had a female rider, or they could have solved each other's problem.
Yes, he stalked the halls of the Weyr...radiating trouble, but keeping it under at least...some...control. For now.
Eventually, he would move. Soon enough, he would forget, and there would be another green, another to lead him upwards to the skies above Selenitas. There was always another green, and the victories were almost as soon forgotten as the defeats. Just, by their nature, sweeter.
He had lost, but he would not always lose, it was that knowledge of uncertain reward that kept any dragon chasing after the Weyr's females. That was the way of things, and there was no thought involved. Now, he was tired, and he was angry, yes, that he had not been chosen, but it would pass.
V'ter whirled and stormed from the woman's weyr. His eyes sought other females, looking for one that might be willing. One whom, perhaps, he knew was not averse to slaking the risen lust of a rider who's dragon had fallen short of some glowing tail. Some liked it, and he would never force himself.
No, he would find a woman who was as horny as he...shame the other losing blue had not had a female rider, or they could have solved each other's problem.
Yes, he stalked the halls of the Weyr...radiating trouble, but keeping it under at least...some...control. For now.