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Date Posted: 10:53:55 02/11/04 Wed
Author: Ulyssanth & D'minic
Subject: >To chase!<
In reply to: Valor 's message, "Flight for Valor" on 20:11:33 02/10/04 Tue

Leaning against his drowsing dragon's flank, D'minic is quietly stitching his harness when the brown lifts his head and rumbles softly. Suddenly, the dark-complexioned young man tumbles back, dropping his work, as his dragon rises without warning and heads for the entrance. Scrambling to his feet, the brownrider pushes the harness aside with one foot and chases after his dragon. "Ulyssanth!" he cries. "What's wrong!"

Nothing's wrong, the brown replies, and his rider can feel the undercurrent of excited lust in his mental voice. A green flies, and I will chase! He spreads his wings and crouches, preparing to launch himself from the ledge outside his weyr.

/Wait for me, then!/ Scrambling onto Ulyssanth's bare neck, D'minic is suddenly forced to cling tight to the neckridge in front of him as the brown leaps from the ledge and drops towards the ground below at a dizzying pace. /Don't drop me! Who's flying, anyway?/

Rapidly whirling eyes already a bright lust-red, Ulyssanth doesn't bother to apologize, bugling as he lands beside Zenth. Elith. he says simply, before fixing his gaze on the green flying above him. The beautiful vision strikes a place deep within him, as he watches the glowing creature silhouetted against cloudless blue skies. Broad wings, still outstretched, quiver in frustrated anticipation, and the dark tan membranes twitch in an aborted attempt to catch the wind.

And her rider is Valor. D'minic scrambles from his dragon's neck, not at all willing to be caught there - harnessless! - if the brown leaps skyward before he's off. This is his first flight, and he has little experience in controlling the desire that pulses from his dragon's mind to his; already he's being subsumed into the flight-lust, with no idea to stop it, as he walks slowly towards the young woman already lost in her dragon. Fortunately, dragon instinct works for him as well, and he stops before reaching a distance that she might take offense to.

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  • *Face flushes red*((OOC)) -- Valor, 17:44:30 02/12/04 Thu
  • OOC>>><<< -- K'shar-Brown Zenth, 21:10:48 02/13/04 Fri
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