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Date Posted: 20:51:21 04/13/04 Tue
Author: Laffranth & Akema
Subject: Apparently Venieth's flight is postphoned, so... our turn!

Waking from a quiet nap, Laffranth looks around with an air of distraction. The green has been proddy all sevenday, and when her rider's attention is drawn by the dragon's roiling emotions, Akema is not surprised to see the startlingly bright glow of the normally dull, dark hide, or the whirling lust-red of her green's eyes. Dragon emotions tug insistently at the greenrider's mind, and she dashes out of her sleeping quarters, throwing herself up onto the lowered neck as the green stands and heads determinedly towards the exit.

Laffranth explodes out of her weyr, bugling as she drops towards the ground. /Laffranth, Laffranth, let me down!/ Reluctantly, the green drops lower, slowing for a moment to let Akema fling herself off her neck. Landing just barely on her feet, the greenrider stumbles, then turns to watch her dragon from the edge of the Bowl.

The green dragon circles the frightened herdbeasts milling in the Bowl for a moment, then drops, crushing one beneath her even as her teeth slice through its spine. Dropping her head to feast, she tries to ignore the insistent voice in her mind. /Blood it, Laffranth! Blood it!/ But the commanding voice doesn't go away, and at the last moment, rumbling her anger, she bites down on the beast's throat instead of its stomach and sucks it dry. Another herdbeast follows the first.

The blood sends power flaming through her veins, and she rears back, spreading her wings, a primal roar tearing its way from her throat. Pumping her wings, Laffranth leaps into the air, a challenging call accompanying her ascent. Dark hide lightened to forest green by flight-glow, she's a magnificent sight, and she knows it. Any male worthy of the name would surely rise in pursuit - not that she'll give them an easy chase!

((Sharding Voy isn't letting me post HTML right now, so the stuff in // is Akema talking to Laffranth.))

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