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Date Posted: 03:17:33 03/29/05 Tue
Author: Romana
Subject: Do your worst.

( Sorry if this seems like I'm interrupting your flight, Tully, but you seem to be inactive. I just took lots of eggs from the clutch that was just laid, so I feel I should ah.. replenish. XD )

D'ctor was away. Whoth and Adric were asleep.

Romana had always been a snappy flit, as if she were perpertually on the verge of flying. Therefore, D'ctor hadn't noticed his little green acting unusual lately.. but oh, how she was.

Romana paces on the quilted bed, stepping harshly on Adric's brown tail when it flicked sleepily into her path. She finally gives up and flings herself out the crack in the window that their Impressor always left open for them. Wings the colour of fresh grass, caught in the middle of a spring morning's dew, spread and carry the small firelizard over the bowl and finally over the ridge, after a while of flapping. She just needed to spread her pinions and fly. Fly.. Something pulses pinkly in the back of her mind. Magenta. Violet. Red.

Something catches her attention in the trees below. She chirrups, spotting the fleeting hides of her own kind, and dives nimbly down to greet them. But little Romana doesn't quite know what to make of it, but her instincts to. Green and brown flash as Kree and Buck part, having not spotted their watcher. This sparks it.

Romana gives a long wailing shriek to the night, clinging to the branch for a moment as she fought with the opened floodgate of flightlust. Her hide begins to glow more prominently, like green glass with Rukbat behind. She breathes heavily, faceted eyes now dominated by reds and purples and pinks and oranges, all vortexing slowly toward the terminus at the center of each great pool. The green lunges from her perch and snaps through the undergrowth, unsheathing talons to pierce the body of a rodent that attempted to flee from her wrath. This, she drains, indulging on a bite or two, before finding a second. This is only partially blooded before she is sated, the adrenaline of the feast coursing in her body. Romana's wings carry her up, up, up and over the canopy, her shrieks formed into eerie singing.

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