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Date Posted: 10:45:37 11/30/01 Fri
Author: Marz
Subject: Eat this, bird brain!
In reply to: Tristan 's message, "There goes THAT conversation" on 01:32:35 11/30/01 Fri

Marz shook his head from side to side when Tristan said something about his hating him because he was too hard to get close to. The dragon's usual aloofness wasn't really a major problem any longer. To be honest, Marz would enjoy more attention from his lover when it came to touching and such, but he had found out that he could get along without it. A week ago, he couldn't bear not being able to throw his arm around Tristan in public and pull him close for a playful kiss on his nose. Lately, it just didn't seem to matter any more. His lover had succeeded in killing his desire to be near him when other people where around. Keeping a reasonable distance between them made Tristan happy at least, and that's what counted most as far as he was concerned.

I hate being IN love with you, but I don't hate YOU, he wanted to explain after hearing more of what the dragon had to say. But because Tristan kept right on talking, he decided to save his explanation. There was no way in hell he would butt in and cut off the dragon's words since it was always a pleasure to hear him talk; something he rarely did much of. Marz was the one who tended to run off at the mouth most of the time.

A frown crossed his face when Tristan said that he succeeded in pleasing him every day, because he found that very hard to believe. If that was, in fact, true, why was the dragon upset with him nearly all of the time? Marz couldn't remember making it through one entire day without getting into some kind of dispute with Tristan. They spent more time discussing and apologizing for every little nuance of their relationship rather than simply enjoying themselves, like they were doing now; until this new issue cropped up that needed to be hashed out that is. Why can't we laugh together more often? he wondered. Why the hell do I always feel like there's this dark cloud of doom and gloom hovering over us all the time?

Tristan's warning shout in his mind pulled Marz out of his reverie immediately. His arms flew around the dragon's neck when he dove toward a battle going on below them. The breakfast he consumed threatened to come up on him when Tristan came to an abrupt halt behind something that looked like a huge, ugly vulture. Normally such creatures came to feed on the carcasses of those already dead, but this giant sized variety didn't seem to mind killing their own meals.

Absolutely awesome! Marz thought as he watched dragon-fire consume the beast. Before he had a chance to really appreciate the flame breathing talents of his lover, Tristan spun around so fast it left him reeling with dizziness. He tightened his grip and once again concentrated on keeping his food down while Tristan swerved and dodged; stopping occasionally to flame broil another vulture.

When the dragon abruptly lurched up to claw one of the creatures, Marz lost his hold and quickly slipped off his back. The fear of dying never crossed his mind when his eyes took in the ground looming up beneath him at a rapid pace. Truthfully, death would be a lot less painful than surviving the impact with every bone in his body being broken!

As he plummeted toward his inevitable demise he thought of Tristan, regretting that they weren't going to get more time together to work out their many problems. For some reason the faces of his infant children flashed across his mind then; a lump forming in his throat when he realized that he would never get the chance to see them again. Rake this life! he thought angrily. It's never been worth living anyway! Marz closed his eyes and gritted his teeth, determined not to cry out when his body hit the ground. Already he could imagine his guts splattered about like a bug that got stepped on. He automatically flinched from pain when something sharp scraped across his shoulders then looked up to see the underbelly of the dragon as it flew away from him. "You missed," he whispered.

He glanced down at the rapidly approaching ground and felt a wave of panic, but forced it away, unwilling to let himself be gripped by fear right now. A moment later he winced when Tristan's talons inadvertently cut into him in a desperate attempt to save his life. The dragon dropped him a few yards from the ground, his left ankle twisting at an odd angle when he landed rather haphazardly. A minor sprain and a few talon gashes on his shoulders were nothing compared to what would have occurred if Tristan hadn't intervened!

Feeling very much like a rag-doll that had been fought over by a group of urchins, he staggered to his feet. As he tried to get his bearings, Tristan rushed up to him. While the dragon's hand roamed along his body searching for injuries, Marz stared at the blood seeping through Tristan's shirt at his side.

"You're the one that's injured, you idiot!" he snarled, grabbing the dragon by his shoulders and forcing him to sit down. Marz pulled his tattered shirt off over his head, revealing a number of bright red gashes along his shoulders. He dropped to his knees then tore the shirt into strips, using one piece to pack and cover Tristan's wound before securing the bandage with another long strip tied around the dragon's waist. "We'll get Val to look at that as soon as possible. Don't want no damn infection setting in."

Marz gave the dragon a smile then spun around when he heard the squawking of the giant vultures. A few of the creatures flew toward them at an alarming speed, obviously attracted by the blood cascading down the ex-gang leader's bare back.

After jumping to his feet, Marz regretted the action when pain shot up from his sprained ankle. Like a long lost friend, he embraced the pain while unsheathing both his sword and a dagger. He met the onslaught of the ugly birds unflinchingly; thinking only that it was his turn to save Tristan from further harm.

"Raking bastard!" he shouted, slicing off the head of the vulture that had sunk its sharp beak into his arm a moment before. His dagger found its way into the belly of another. The bird flew off howling in agony as it tried to remove the nasty piece of metal that protruded from it, but plummeted to its death an instant later. Marz turned at the sound of wings flapping behind him, the claws of the vulture raking across his neck before he thrust his blade into his its gut.

When he spotted another of the hideous creatures swooping toward Tristan he dropped his sword and ran forward, ignoring the lancing pain in his ankle. He jumped, letting his body crash into the ugly bird before it could reach the dragon. Marz and the huge bird hit the ground together. Vulture feathers and bits of Marz's flesh flew forth along with the sand they grappled in, as each tried to end the other's life.

"Change and fly to safety before more of them show up," he mentally cried out to Tristan, while struggling with the vulture. He hoped to use himself as bait while the dragon got away since his blood would be enough to attract them and keep them away from his lover.

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