VoyForums
[ Show ]
Support VoyForums
[ Shrink ]
VoyForums Announcement: Programming and providing support for this service has been a labor of love since 1997. We are one of the few services online who values our users' privacy, and have never sold your information. We have even fought hard to defend your privacy in legal cases; however, we've done it with almost no financial support -- paying out of pocket to continue providing the service. Due to the issues imposed on us by advertisers, we also stopped hosting most ads on the forums many years ago. We hope you appreciate our efforts.

Show your support by donating any amount. (Note: We are still technically a for-profit company, so your contribution is not tax-deductible.) PayPal Acct: Feedback:

Donate to VoyForums (PayPal):

[ Login ] [ Contact Forum Admin ] [ Main index ] [ Post a new message ] [ Search | Check update time | Archives: 1, 2, 3, 4, [5] ]

[ Next Thread | Previous Thread | Next Message | Previous Message ]

Date Posted: 05/26/07 9:58pm
Author: Liam
Subject: I take what I want

(He took his leave of the castle shortly after gloaming, as he tended to do each night now that he had become free of the curse that had bound him to Tiernan. It was an amazing feeling to soar over the grounds, knowing that he would be free to decide when and where he would rest. It wasn't that he resented Tiernan.. it wasn't the other man's fault they had been cursed.. but he wasn't accustomed to being dictated too, especially not by a power he didn't understand. He stood quietly, naked in the moonlight, eyes turned up to the sky as he felt the call of his body singing through him. He shifted then, wings spreading even as he emerged from a puff of smoke, powerful haunches crouched in preparation for flight. And then he was off, catching a thermal and soaring over the lands of Caithness. His heart soared as well, feeling the power and freedom of his dragon's form, reveling in the rush of air over ruby colored scales and the powerful thrust of his leathery wings.)

(For a long time he flew, ignoring the rumble of his belly and the pungent earthy scent of McGillavry's red cows.. he would have his dinner in a moment. At first he mistaked the hum of distant power as another hungry grumbling of his stomach.. but soon it became too overwhelming to ignore. He had found himself utterly compelled to follow that hum, until it sang in his ears like a lullaby. Drawn inexplicably, he found himself hovering over a clearing, huge wings flapping to keep his body in the air. He felt the oddest mix of emotions.. and a definite sense of curiousity had him landing and shifting into human form. Wrapping his plaid around his waist as he picked his way silently through the trees, he came upon a clearing and halted, breathless.)

(She was unlike any creature he had ever laid eyes upon.. small, but undoubtedly powerful.. fair, yet bright of eye and hair.. His nostrils flared and he purred softly, scenting the gold she wore and the strong scent of power and woman. She was close to her cycle, very young, and.. he sensed she was drakon. He had to fight to keep himself silent as his body responded to this sudden knowledge, awareness and a strong possessiveness making him want to growl low in his throat. Mine. His body said, in a tone that allowed no argument. This female belonged to him.. he scented no male on her, nor did he sense any nearby presense.. not near enough to stop him from taking her, anyway. He wasn't aware he had stepped into the clearing until he had to tip his head down to look at her, towering over her as he did. He circled her, like a predator circles prey, assessing her and claiming her. She confused him.. the scent of dragon was strong on her.. yet he could sense that she hadn't turned yet. And lord but that necklace was heavy.. he could feel the weight of it singing to him, beckoning him. He wanted it. He wanted her. Without uttering a word to her, he shifted, his eyes flashing red a moment before he was swept up in smoke. The red dragon's neck arched, like a proud stallion showing off for a prospective mate. Only this mate had no chance of escape. His nostrils flared again, and a spicy male scent wafted between them, meant to seduce and call to her. She had but one chance to change and come with him.. or he would take her.)

[ Next Thread | Previous Thread | Next Message | Previous Message ]

Replies:

Post a message:
This forum requires an account to post.
[ Create Account ]
[ Login ]
[ Contact Forum Admin ]

Forum timezone: GMT-6
VF Version: 3.00b, ConfDB:
Before posting please read our privacy policy.
VoyForums(tm) is a Free Service from Voyager Info-Systems.
Copyright © 1998-2019 Voyager Info-Systems. All Rights Reserved.