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Date Posted: 01:09:53 04/01/05 Fri
Author: Vitaliath
Subject: Well, I wasn't sure if "young woman" would fit in the subject line.
In reply to: Hroth 's message, "Except I'm not a teen anymore...o_O" on 23:05:33 03/31/05 Thu

((Y'know, when we first talked about this, I didn't think we were serious. *cackles madly* I guess we were.))

I will. The ominous statement is almost incoherent, among the jumble of emotions warring for supremacy in Vitaliath's voice - lust, anger, amusement, challenge, utter confidence, condescension. Lust wins out, of course, but it's not enough to make her abandon the brown, not with the emotions between their riders, and her own long-held conviction of ownership, running high in her mind. With a piercing scream of determination and rage, she swings suddenly about, falling from the sky she'd risen in to power back towards her weyr. Entering with the same thrashing and violence with which she'd entered, she fixes spinning red eyes on Hroth, surging towards him with obvious intent. Jaws and talons close on his tail, and while little blood is drawn, the brown length is pulled steadily away from his body. With the power of her flight-lust running through her veins and lending extra air and nutrients to her muscles, she tugs, hauling Hroth backwards through the weyr. Once she's backed out, she gives a final pull, then springs upward, forcing him to either rise with her, plummet to the ground, or have something extremely painful happen to her tail. Hroth! she repeats, fury and fire racing through her body, practically trembling with a lust she cannot ignore. This was not in the game plan, and she wants nothing less than to be caught by some other dragon. Determination rules, but desperation lurks below.

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Oh that's such a poetic term! -- Hroth, 10:20:52 04/01/05 Fri
- If you want poetic, you shouldn't keep me up so late with your hanky-panky. ^_~ -- Vitaliath, 00:45:21 04/02/05 Sat
  - Oh, behave. *purrs* Badly, that is -- Hroth, 01:00:15 04/02/05 Sat
    - Of course. What, do I look like some sort of paragon of virtue over here? -- Vitaliath, 01:33:24 04/02/05 Sat
      - Get thee to a nunnery!! -- Hroth, 01:47:49 04/02/05 Sat
        Well, we've got the fool, and nunneries are boring - so Hamlet, we choose Door #2. -- Vitaliath, 02:44:38 04/02/05 Sat
        Well...I'm not sure what's behind that one... -- Hroth, 03:20:24 04/02/05 Sat
        From context, I'd say a honeymoon suite. Let's hope they do room service. -- Vitaliath, 03:43:12 04/02/05 Sat
        Ooooooh breakfast! -- Hroth, 04:04:28 04/02/05 Sat
        Ah-ah-ah... let's not be hasty, now. No breakfast until we've finished with dessert, and dessert isn't gone until we've used up all the whipped cream. -- Vitaliath, 04:40:06 04/02/05 Sat
        Kinky! -- Hroth, 11:10:54 04/02/05 Sat