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Date Posted: 01:00:15 04/02/05 Sat
Author: Hroth
Subject: Oh, behave. *purrs* Badly, that is
In reply to: Vitaliath 's message, "If you want poetic, you shouldn't keep me up so late with your hanky-panky. ^_~" on 00:45:21 04/02/05 Sat

For Hroth, seeing the green sass him and then speed away is an outright injustice. Another protective/challenge rumble is sent to assure his isolation in chasing what he now considers to be his green. Instinct has made him possessive, and for now the only thought filling his mind is to have that glowing little thing in his talons. The thought, coupled with the emotions he's recieving from A'lan, the things that are happening back at the weyr, causes him to power out after the green with increased fervor.

The night is descending swiftly as he follows the green out to the ocean, her powerfully glowing frame lighting his way like a lantern. If she thought she was clever and invisible with THAT luminescent hide, well, she was just crazy. Hroth's mud-brown hide, however, is almost non-exisistent in the deepening sky, though his eyes shine as though lit from within by fire. And he feels as though he is, that he's swallowed the Red Star, eaten flaming hot firestone, and the flames are now fueling his blood, sending him after his green with evertyhing in his body. If he was his rational self, he'd be able to discern that finally he's coming to grips with the dormant knowing he's had all along. But rationality was dragged out of the weyr with the brown and all he can think of is filling his talons with the green and teaching her a thing or two. Another spur to his wings and his purpose as a sudden mental shudder from A'lan sends a shiver through the brown. There would definitely be more of it, once he'd caught his green. The images traded between rider and dragon are as whirling and sensory as the instant, passionate feelings of flight.

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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