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Date Posted: 20:51:00 03/19/05 Sat
Author: Chuth & T'gan
Subject: >~<
In reply to: Shrineth 's message, "Uh...yeah" on 21:26:06 03/18/05 Fri

The familiar burning sensation of wingstrain is beginning to build in Chuth's muscles, but the bronze ruthlessly shoves it aside, determined not to fall back as some of the other bronzes seem to have already done. A few minor pains are nothing with such a prize at stake; he'll burst his heart with the effort of winning the celestial Shrineth before he drops out of this flight. His steady wingbeats hesitate a moment in surprise and happy awe as Shrineth backwings, and then they resume, harder and faster than before, as she soars skywards. She had been almost close enough to touch... but perhaps it's best that he had been too startled to dare that, for in this state his beloved queen's volatile temper might erupt at that presumption. Or she might have been impressed at his daring- but there's no time to worry about what might have been, when the golden beauty's glowing form is racing upwards, and Chuth dismisses all thoughts but those of the vision of loveliness far above him as he powers upwards as well, pursuing his heart's desire. As she darts among the clouds, the big bronze does his best to follow her course for the first few turns, then surrenders to the inevitable and takes a more direct route - still staying close to Shrineth's path through the sky, but without quite as many sharp turns, and with a few shortcuts through the thinner dustings of cloud. That's not to say that Chuth isn't agile, but as a a fair-sized bronze, and without the same flight-strength flowing through his veins and giving him her almost preternatural prowess on the wing, he's sorely pressed to match her maneuvers without the possibility of overextending himself and sacrificing strength he'll need later in the flight. Better to show off somewhat less, and stay closer to the heavenly beauty that every fiber in his body yearns to touch. Unwittingly, he's begun his soft off-tune humming again, a quiet paean to the sun-bright object of all his passions. Her high speeds suddenly drop to a pace more bearable to his aching wings, not that he regards that ache as something of any importance, and Chuth finds himself actually drawing closer. This time, shock does not slow him up, and he surrenders to the long-resisted urge to bugle once again, breaking his respectful silence with a deep, echoing bass cry in which he tries to pack every emotion he's currently feeling - love, admiration, eagerness, determination, lust, respect, desire.... After all, neglecting to tell Shrineth of her glory is as rude as boasting of his own prowess in the presence of one so much greater than his own unworthy self. Once again, he's nearly overwhelmed by his nearness to her, though he's certainly not as close as before; her snarl warns him back before he tries to close that last gap. His queen is the only one with the right to choose who might touch her, of course, but the dragon drifts as close as he dares, red-toned bronze wings reflecting flashes of sunlight with every wingbeat, and his madly whirling violet-red eyes fixed on Shrineth with desperate longing. If only he could draw a little closer, once again breath in her seductive scent, brush a single wingtip against her flank or tail.... At the speed she's chosen, he feels confident he could, and now the quiet voice of restraint that is T'gan cautions him not against overstraining himself too early in the flight, but against taking too many liberties and rousing the queen's ire against them. Desolate at the strictures imposed by her warning snarl, Chuth keeps his eyes on Shrineth, following her every movement, and trying to display himself to her in the best light since he can do little else. And, of course, still humming, ever-so-slightly off-key.

As intoxicated as his dragon by the close presence of their queen, T'gan is too caught up in Chuth's violent passions to pay any mind to what might be going on outside his human body. Though his sea-green eyes are fixed on Wessae, they have the glazed-over look that bespeaks deep communion with his dragon. Indeed, the tall bronzerider is barely aware of himself as T'gan, a seperate, human identity; as far as he's concerned, he IS Chuth, mighty bronze dragon, willing to do anything to win the acknowledgement of his queen.

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