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Date Posted: 19:09:44 04/20/05 Wed
Author: F'nlaur - Bakarith
Subject: Big Guys

White fabric flashes as sandalled feet clap on the stone. The copper-headed young man sashays down the stairs to the grass of the bowl, flicking his runnertail from side to side. Tanned hands fly up and free his tresses, admiring the gleam and glow of each strand as they pool over his shoulders. Bakarith's strides are long and still rather clumsy as they emerge together from the sands.

You are vain, love! laughs the sculpted bronze as they hit the grass together. F'nlaur grins and leans into his hatchling's muscular shoulder, amazed at how it supports him, and the strength that the young dragon exerts at even this young age. Long fingers run over the slick hide and toys with each little ridge, still lost in admiration for their newfound bond.

I know, the man finally coos in response, his mind sickly sweet. Bakarith snorts and aims a tackle at his lifemate as they trot over the grass. F'nlaur yodels a sharp note and dances out of the way, but soon the bronze body crashes into him and sends them both sprawling.

I'm still hungry, Bakarith grumbles, gnawing at a mawful of white Candidate robe. F'nlaur blinks down at the fabric, before struggling to his feet and pulling it off his body. A pair of breeches remains, but his chest is bare and lithely muscled. A few passing women (and one man), who were setting out buckets for the clutch, oogle him secretly. The new rider basks in this attention, grinning at them, before Bakarith shoves him towards the smell of chopped meat. I can smell it.. so HUNGRY! Nigh slavering, the bronze lunges to the first bucket he spots and tries to down the contents. But it's green-striped, so F'nlaur physically grabs the hatchling 'round the neck and leads him towards one of his colour. .. suits me, it's much bigger, Bakarith growls, with a laugh.

Jaws sink into the flesh and the knobbly skull thrashes around. Two large paws clutch the rim of the bucket as instinct takes over and the large dragon downs the contents of the thing. F'nlaur is amazed at the voracity of the hatchling.

C'mon. We got places to be..

And thus, Exeunt.

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