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Date Posted: 03:20:24 04/02/05 Sat
Author: Hroth
Subject: Well...I'm not sure what's behind that one...
In reply to: Vitaliath 's message, "Well, we've got the fool, and nunneries are boring - so Hamlet, we choose Door #2." on 02:44:38 04/02/05 Sat

Not fast enough to dodge the green's retaliating hind foot, Hroth earns a sharp scratch across his muzzle. But by now the feeling is numbed, inconsequential to his humming brain. Broad wings made for gathering power through the sky proprel Hroth forward, inch by inch. Muscles murmur and knot under his hide like water running quietly over rocks in a brook, every inch of his body straining to gain the height that the green acheives.

The most glorious, the most...in the dizzying darkness he's galloping like a frantic runner for every inch of altitude he can get, his heart fit to burst. His head leads the charge, flattened against the night wind as his eyes slit in the face of its punishing charge. But every fiber of his being is aimed the emerald goddess above him. NOW he's waxing poetic, straining, climbing, wanting. This bellow that he has the breath for is the impassioned release of all of his desires, pent up until now and set loose in an earnest, guttural soul song that encompasses his rider, A'dian, Vitaliath, and the stars. He can only hope she'll find it an earnest appeal, as quite literally she's killing him with this height. At this point, the feeling is giddy, gasping, euphoric. Aching at this point, shamelessly aching to possess the green, his wings bat fruitlessly at the air and he's forced to level out. In his mind he hears A'lan's panting with the heights at which they've achieved, A'lan's pleas that they're killing them, they're dying but oh, it feels so good. As he levels out, he keeps the lithe, slender frame of Vitaliath in sight, only hoping she'll decide to level out as well. He has limits, after all, he's not perfect.

Vitaliath, what a beautiful name. She's glowing with vitality now, throbbing with it. The beauty of it hurts his eyes, but at the same time he's transfixed, he can't look anywhere else but at her. The noises coming from him now are impassioned, twisted with lust, challenge, and the offerings he brings to the green. He was daring her to choose him, daring her to possess him as he longs to possess her. He'd be everything for her, not just during the flight but after it too. He'd hunt for her, protect her, love her. They would belong to each other. The knowledge enshrouds him that he wants this more than anything, and his wings continue to lend him strength.

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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