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Date Posted: 19:51:47 11/29/05 Tue
Author: S’non and Loveth
Subject: Everyone Deserves a Chance to Fly!

Peace. Such a wonderful, sensational solitude. Alas, how short it tends to be...

Just as peace was falling in the Flight Air after Massath’s flight had finally quieted, an air-shattering Kraa! filled the air, and a strong, far from silent body erupted all at once from between. The heardbeasts, grazing in the sudden silence, all scattered in fright as yet another green started to make her presence known to the world, and loud! The dragon, lithe and limber, swiveled her head around to survey the area, and gave a trumpet of pure longing. Her hide, glistening with both lust and sunlight from the slowly setting Rukbat, seemed to glow more silver than forest, but that didn’t stand out in the femma’s mind. Giving another loud scream, she pumped her wings hard, nearly dislodging her poor rider.

Seizing her flight emotions in what she believed was the best possible way, she glided effortlessly to the heardbeasts, and, despite their screams and fleeting attempts of escape, she gave a tremendous dive, spearing a larger one with her razor talons, blood oozing down her glimmering body. She instantly brought her head down to the beast, her entire being utterly intoxicated, inexplicably captured in the essence of lust. As she moved, the poor rider, who had been clinging to the neck desperately, now undid the flight straps without leaving his mount, inwardly screaming into his beloved’s mind.

Loveth! I know you hear me... and you know to blood your kill!

The green gave a snort of annoyance, and tried yet again to defy her loved’s wishes. However, S’non and Loveth had played this game before... and the rider always won. Giving a loud scream, the silvery dragon lowered her head, but obediently locked her fangs around the tender flesh of the neck. She gave a sputter as the life fluid dripped into her mouth, finer than the best heardbeast milk, more engulfing than the strongest of wines. She drank, and S’non himself felt the intoxicating flow of blood in his throat—their throat—as his mind started already to meet with hers.

Desperate to get off his love before she flew, S’non finished undoing the straps and slid off his beloved’s back. Gripping the straps with the added pressure from his frustration, he stumbled blindly to an empty area, and nearly collapsed into a heap. No matter how many times Loveth would fly—and this was about their fifth, he’d guess—he wouldn’t get used to this. Breathing hard, he struggled to remain upright, and dropped the straps to the ground. Swallowing hard, he faced his drinking dragon. No matter how much he hated the flights... he knew how much she loved them.

Loveth lifted her head from her third kill with a regal grace, and scanned the grounds. Giving a draconic smirk, she let her long wings stretch high above her head, and then let herself fly with the sound of a gunshot. She gave another terrific scream, of challenge... of longing. Bringing herself ‘round in great spirals, she laughed hard. No one could catch her this time, fueled as she was with blood and lust! Let them try—she could take it!

On the ground, S’non had the familiar feeling of being yanked right into his dragon’s being. He struggled, but soon fell victim of the wonderful, encompassing mind of the Green. A smirk, very unaccustomed to the gentle man’s face, was not his but Loveth’s, yet it showed up on his face clearly. His eyes glimmered with Loveth’s sights... and the flight was his—hers—theirs to enjoy!

((Ok... I’m slightly expecting Maria—Myth to enter... but that doesn’t necessarily mean they’ll win, if anyone knows what I mean. I’d LOVE as many people as possible to enter! ^_^))

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