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Date Posted: 04:04:28 04/02/05 Sat
Author: Hroth
Subject: Ooooooh breakfast!
In reply to: Vitaliath 's message, "From context, I'd say a honeymoon suite. Let's hope they do room service." on 03:43:12 04/02/05 Sat

The easing down of both height and hostility is definitely welcomed by the brown as Vitaliath sinks to a less punishing altitiude. His sigh of relief is almost audible, yet he wants to remain behind her all the same. But before he can collect himself to do just that, she's off and weaving again, her cries filling his very bones with need. He's off after her, willing his body to compact and release in some vestige of what she's achieving with her own. She's certainly an agile green, and though neither of them have tried their wings at Threadfall, he somehow knows she'd escape it unscathed, what with the way she's making the night sky dance in her display now. It's entrancing, intoxicating, and utterly desirable. They're still so high above the ground, oh if she dove now the thrill it would be!

But he knows he's still got work before he can earn her, and he's willing. Just the thought of her twined around him is enough to send him into a few convulsing manuevers, as another twining pair enters his mind's eye, driving all further coherency and direction from his mind. The scream from him now is raw, unchecked, and compelling, She wants it, and he does too. The mindgames of instinct were infuriating and enticing all the same, they made the flight that much more gratifying when won. His craving, yearning self thrusts forward with every forceful wingstroke. Almost unconcious knowing says that he'll be excruciatingly sore in the morning from all the torture he's inflicting on his muscles, but it could never be more worth it. He pushes himself harder, faster, wings punishing the air in his attempt to reach her, reach for her. He dares not invade the aura of space around her, but instead stays quite close to it, almost sidling up next to her so she can inspect and perhaps admire him.

The moonlight flickers across his hide now, betraying its rather nondescript brown color in a soft way that highlights the sculpting muscles at neck, wings, and haunches, His head now blends smoothly into an arched neck, brawny and less elegant than that of his potential mate, but no longer the gawky thing of hatchling days. Indeed, the night reveals an adult, every line of his body calling out for that of Vitaliath's. Hroth has grown up, as has the green. And Vitaliath was right about something else. He likes her VERY VERY much now that they're both adults. Tipping his wings, a phantom touch of one against her ribcage sends shivers through him. A'lan is lost to him now, lost and heaving in some ocean of longing, thrown against A'dian in cresting waves, clinging to the greenrider in a squall of dragon passion nearly fulfilling its prophecy.

Vitaliath!!! The name screams through him as his mind collides again with his rider's. Their bond now is tight, expectant, shimmering with anticipation as they wait for that final moment, hovering on the brink of everything, desperate, quivering, breathless, and quite alive.

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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