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| Overdue Romance; {Dovers ;D} | |
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| Tweet Topic Started: Dec 17 2010, 08:07 PM (422 Views) | |
| Kialish | Dec 17 2010, 08:07 PM Post #1 |
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It was still dark out when Tempyst felt herself awake. She blinked her bright, ice blue eyes and lifted her head, looking around the dark room. Why was she up so early? Not even the morning birds were singing and the moons were still pretty high in the sky. Kialish slept comfortably, a light snore coming from her riders bed. She had been sleeping so much better since Tanner confessed his feelings for her... Tempyst smiled and yawned quietly, her frills quivering as an old yet still invigorating feeling ripped through her. Her yawn ended with a purr, as comprehension hit her. She was awake so early because it was her time to rise once again. It felt not so long ago that she had risen to be caught by Ghost, and now, it was time again. Her nostrils flared, inhaling the humid scent of the cold winter that awaited outside as she rose from her nest. Her ivory claws clacked quietly on the ground, cold seeping through the scales of her feet as she walked. She shot a glance at Kialish, sure that her absence would not be noted by the sleeping woman, as she exited the room. She trotted out into the cold air, soft snow blanketing the ground. Her exhale brought forth white air, heat within burning into her wing muscles. She itched to take flight, to mate, and the cold would only make it harder for her and he who she would call. Galloping a touch awkwardly, her wide wings extended and she took to the air, wings filling with the cool currents, lifting her higher and higher into the sky. All was quiet and clear, only the breeze of the high atmosphere to accompany her. For now. She flew onward, away from the Academy and the maddening silence. It was too quiet, too still. One reason she was not often fond of the cold, winter months. She flew, hardly feeling the cold against her hormone fueled muscles, circling over Lihns tallest buildings, spying the steam of the hot Springs in the distance. She didn't want to go there, however, where the heat and cold would mix and create uneven currents. She wanted a smooth flight, a smooth mating. Her frills widened in the moonlight her neck stretching out full forward. She drank in the light of the three moons, wings stretched out wide. White moonbeams bounced off her deep blue scales. All her spines extended, the webbing pulling forward, she sang a keen for Hephaestus. The call wavered over the cold, still air of Outer Lihn, a little ways away from the Tent Grounds. As she sung, her body writhed in the light, the water performing her aerial prowess in eager anticipation. The little humidity that was in the air was drawn to her, forming iced droplets of water to follow the tips of her wings as she flew, glittering in the moons. She ended her song with a high, throaty note, the ice circling around her. "Hephaestus," She whispered, his name getting swept out by the cool wind. |
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| Laughing Dove | Dec 17 2010, 09:09 PM Post #2 |
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The light dusting of crystalline white smothered everything, brown leaves rimmed with tiny, solid spires of ice. Hanging in the air, the deep chill of a misplaced winter. Tainted exploitation had disrupted the tropical lushness, driving snow and cold over the usually lush and frostless rainforest, freezing the rain on the elephant-ear leaves and crisping the delicate ferns to dead, still verdant jewels. Animals were freezing, and the forest dragons shivered with dread at the death spring would uncover as the standstill of winter thawed to the natural heat. Cherubium said so, her enchanting turquoise lips creased into a heart-rending frown. She’d been…unsettling as of late. The little emerald was a sensuous creature, obviously flushed with the approaching need to take to the sky. She had been more than obvious in her invitations, to all the dragons of the wing, much to her rider’s discomfort. Strangely, the stirrings of lust didn’t spur him to desire her. He was only mortal, and of course her seductions had been more than a little distracting, but he simply couldn’t find it in himself to consider chasing. Not after last time. Cinis had died recently, torn to gruesome shreds in a Taint raid. For all that she had shunned him and hurt him so, she was still his first mate and the mother of his wonderful, wonderful children. Hephaestus still had feelings for the cold-natured dragoness, had yet to heal from the hurt. Denik and many of his wingmates chided him for such foolishness, for becoming attached in a time where attachment could prove lethal in the end. However, it was simply not in the Steel’s nature to be cold, after chasing so many and being rejected by all but one, the one he thought would be his forever in a fairytale ending. Disillusioned by the experience, he wondered if he could ever find it in himself to rise for anyone again. Silvery nostrils flared forlornly, tucked beneath a protective paw laden with metallic scales. Sprawled in the temporary camp, the wing was preparing to leave for home in the morning after a long, official debriefing in the city. Not that he had paid attention, for although Kaia’s harsh tongue had lashed him firmly into stationary formality, his mind had wandered far and wide. To days of kahna blossoms and sinuous blue bodies twining in the air, leaving him behind in their wake. To months spent coiled around eggs, slowly slipping into an uneasy bond, to a truce, to a grudging and perhaps woeful affection. The warmth of her body, the watery scent of her scales, the sinuous azure curve of her fins, waving along her spine and between her wing wings, accentuating the royal blue of her body and the milky white of her breast. Hephaestus’ cheeks blushed with colour, staring bleakly out into the cold night. Suppressing an angsty rumble, the large dragon silently scraped to his feet and gathered up his mirror-like wings. Sleeping offered him no peace. Maybe a midnight glide in the moonlight would soothe his troubles. With two immense Earth dragons sprawled like agate mountains either side and his snoring human likewise sprawled awkwardly in an inn nearby, Hephaestus rose to his feet and shook the dusting of snowflakes from his hide. Careful not to wake the languid dragons with the leathery flap of his wings, the metallic dragon hopped into the air and flew low with quiet strokes until he was clear of his team-mates’ hearing range. Tents and ragged thatched roofs whistled beneath the heavy beats of his long wings, startling a cat from a wall as he lurched past with a fresh energy in the chill. Cold wind sang over his flesh, eddying in the hollows behind his steel scales and slicking the slipstream over his hide. Like a crane he soared straight, amber eyes glazed over and gazing up at the two moons as if he sought to fly straight into them. Something in the corner of his eye piqued his attention, a familiar form or the rustling, stuttering flight of a wayward fruit bat? Her voice flowed over him like her element and pierced the very darkest of his thoughts. It was so familiar, but not the feverish call of long before or the sarcastic jabs of later. Tempyst’s tone was so different tonight, so quiet, insistant. Hardly daring to look, and see the object of his hidden desire chased by a horde of rabid drakes, Hephaestas tilted his body and banked around to look at her, all alone. His breath caught in his throat, his neck flushing with embarrassment as butterflies flipped about in his stomach. She was so beautiful, so lithe, like something out of a dream. Entranced, his mouth hung open as her long body looped in graceful coils like a moon-silvered ribbon in the tides, her wings straining against the air. Hephaestus wished so desperately that she would have him, but before… Her whisper reached his ears and his aching heart nearly stopped. “Tempyst…oh, Tempyst..” He whispered, eyes shining as the air carried him in a languid circle around the dancing object of his desire. Perhaps this time, he’d know the steps. |
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| Kialish | Dec 17 2010, 09:45 PM Post #3 |
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She heard him say her name as he rose to the sky to meet her, and her body twisted with desire. She crooned as he came upon her, dancing in the air as easily as if it were water. He was what she wanted, he who had suffered a terrible loss during the last hatching. The female who gave him children seemed to care naught, and word had traveled that she had been brutally vanquished by the tainted, most likely never seeing her children before it happened. He of all males should not have suffered like he did. He cared for the eggs as eggs and now kept a watchful eye on his and Tempysts' group of hatchlings, when he could. Although Ghost had sired good, strong children, it was Tempyst and Hephaestus who kept them company on the sands, so close that they shared the warmth of one another's scales. And it was he who would make a strong and valiant and caring father. Since the time of the latest hatching, she had been yearning to bring him eggs. Their shared time on the sands had knit a close relationship, and if tonight was as fruitful as Tempyst hoped, maybe even a life-mating, a none to common occurrence. As he met her, she swept in close, nudging his neck affectionately. If he did not know the steps to her dance, than she would show him, teach him. She flew a wide arc around the glistening male metal, calling for him to follow. She would not play games with him, as she did with other males, she would not test him, for she already knew he was worth it to her. Instead, she would dance across the night sky with him. The ice shards danced across her wings as she flew to the North, back over Lihn and towards the river. It still being a primarily tropical area, the river was not frozen, and the banks showed no snow on its beaches of sand and rock. She flew down towards the water, barrel rolling above the river and stirring up a tunnel of water around her that would remain suspended as long as she willed. The message to Hephaestus was to follow, to copy what she was doing. She sensed the sadness in him when he approached, and tonight she was determined to relinquish his anguish. ((guhh I wish it was longerrrr >:V)) |
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| Laughing Dove | Dec 17 2010, 10:36 PM Post #4 |
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He watched with bated breath as she heard him reply, not daring to meet her icy eyes for fear of what he’d see there. Would it be a reflection of his feelings, or a simple beastial desire? Her voice sounded so sweet and musical, ringing against his heartstrings and her quiet croons finally pulled his amber eyes to meet her icy ones. What he found there made his gut fall to the ground and the rest of his being soar with hope and joy. Whatever would happen next, he knew that tonight he’d found someone, tonight she was asking for him, tonight she wanted only him. As the wind from her wings kissed his skin, shivers ricocheted down his spine, his muscular neck arching to meet her soft muzzle and touch his cool nose to her shoulder as they passed each other in the air. Koi-like scales reflected the heat of his breath back over the metallic skin, closing his eyes for a moment to drink in her scent and remember the long hours of sanguine, serpentine entanglement sleeping together atop their conjoined nest. Giddy with excitement he rolled with behind her, hanging half-upside down in the air as he twisted to keep his eyes on her smiling face. She didn’t even need to tempt him with her calls, for Hephaestas was ready to follow her anywhere. Swooping around in her wake, he kept in step with her, maintaining a dragonlength between them, all that he could bear, answering her with his own bell-like calls gonging through the night. As they soared through veritable miles of empty, snow-flecked airspace back towards the earth, he gulped with slight fear as the water rose up towards them. The water would swallow him up as she had taken his heart, but he knew to trust her in this dance. Relief flooded him as she skimmed across the surface, and he sped behind her without hesitation. Carefully he pulled in his long wings to keep them clear of the shimmering cocoon, only reaching out a claw in his corkscrew to trace a spiral of air through her water. Flapping himself out of the manouvre, he allowed himself to come closer, glide out beside her and ever so gently touch her flank with the tip of his wing before falling back to give her space with an adoring croon. |
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| Kialish | Dec 19 2010, 05:07 PM Post #5 |
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Pulling out of the roll, the water trail dissapated behind Tempyst and her suitor, falling back into the river below. She smiled as he followed and glided near her. His touch on her flank made her shiver, all more eager to finish it, but she wanted to make it last. As he fell back, she did too, mirroring his flight. Side by side they flew, herself just a little ways ahead to lead the dance across the night sky. She eyed him, his glistening metallic body shimmering in the moon. The white lights illuminated his shiny, sliver hide, adding to the olive tints that highlighted his body. Her eyes sparkled as she pulled ahead, spiraling upwards. A gleeful laugh escaped her jaws as she pulled out of her spin and rocketed straight above the clouds. She stretched her wings in the cool liquid atmosphere before bursting out of the white airborne water. Clear droplets clung to her navy blue scales, freezing in the atomspheric temperatures. She sighed in the beauty of it all. Above the clouds, Sekkai stretched endlessly in all directions. Sometimes she wished she could just stay up in the higher atmospheres forever, watching as the world turned... But she had a duty, to Sekkai and to Kialish... Crooning softly, she pulled back, flying along side Hephaestus again. Her neck reached out and nudged under his neck. Her claws brushed against the clouds and she found herself wishing they were solid things, rather than water and air in suspension. Smiling at Hephaestus, she shot downward, back toward the land below. She pulled up over the trees that surrounded the city, swinging back and forth as she flew. |
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| Laughing Dove | Dec 22 2010, 02:51 PM Post #6 |
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His eyes danced as he watched her, aching to get closer just for the pleasure of closeness. But he was held away by the length of their wings, cursing his anatomy distractedly as he held himself back from closing the dance. He could see that she was ready, but she didn’t want to stop this, and neither did he. Starshine rippling over their scales, only the dead of the night and the empty sky to embrace two lovers aloft, flying high in their hearts as they indulged in an experience that had been denied for so very long. Leaping with nervous delight as her laugh trickled down into his brain, he almost felt her directions in the sinuous way she curved her body before soaring into the sky. Irresistibly drawn after her, Hephaestas answered her gliding laugh with a chorus of his own, voice echoing off the river like a tirade of bells as his wide wings snapped down and propelled him after the object of his…was it love? Surprise and anxiety fluttered in his throat as her lilt came closer, fear jumping through his limbs even as they tingled with her closeness. Now, Hephaestas was unable to think of anything beyond her, not the vastness of the continent naked under the clear sky, not the chill embrace of the clouds’ fog around their bodies. He could only see Tempyst like something out of a dream coming out from the mist, ice across her hide like crystal jewels, and nearly fell to the earth as his wings stuttered in the air as she touched him. Closing his eyes blissfully, he swept back his wings and changed to fly above her, flapping to get further ahead only so he could hang his head down and press a silver nose to her mist-hazy snout. Again he murmured her name, reaching out the vicious claws of his hand to stroke her long neck with the utmost display of gentleness. As she slipped downwards he fell back behind her again, the world looming ever closer as he panicked slightly, wondering if he had presumed too much, torn as his flight rocked in her wake, as helpless as the tail of a kite as his body and hers slithered through the night like one serpentine length, an ethereal creature of two wings and two hearts. The breeze around him carried her scent, the smell that shot fire into his limbs and ached in his body with desire for her only excruciatingly multiplied by his utter devotion to the gorgeous creature waltzing before him. He couldn’t ask it to stop…he didn’t want it to stop. Gulping a deep, shuddering breath, he glanced at the moons, fallen dramatically since the last time he had checked. So long… Somewhere in Lihn a young man’s lips formed around words in his sleep, a sleep that carried him in the vaguest of ways alongside a creature bonded to him in a way above all others. “Tempyst! Tempyst…I think I might love…love you…” |
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| Kialish | Dec 22 2010, 08:47 PM Post #7 |
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It felt so free to be flying with Hephaestus, not the tense, over eager, testosterone filled flights she was used to, with half a dozen suitors at her tail. This time, there was only one, only one who she truly cared about. There was no need to observe, for she already knew him. She knew he was strong in heart and in body, and that he was probably one of the most dear fathers any dragonet could have. She didn't need to see if he was proud or if he had traits to make bad eggs, because he didn't. There was no stress, there was no need to think. Just the need to fly. She sighed, so happy with him right there. She wondered if this was what humans truly called 'love'. Dragons are naturally promiscuous, and have flights in order to determine the best genes. With humans, it was not like that. Like a human to her dragon, it was a life bond. In most cases at least. The moons were lowering, in fact. The sun hadn't quite found the edge of the horizon, but morning would approach soon, and Kialish would be left wondering where Tempyst was. Not that she would worry. Their connection was strong, she would feel the desires Tempyst held, but would not be influenced by them. How she didn't want this feeling to end. It made her almost sad that it would have to eventually, but she knew Heph would be around the Academy and when the time came for laying and for hardening of the shells, he would be right there. The idea made her feel much better about the situation and another weight lifted. She blinked, and noticed her surroundings. They had glided off the jungle now, and had angled much to the East, to the beaches of the small Delta. The water poured out of the river into the ocean, creating a curious color change. She smiled at its uniqueness, before landing in the soft sandy muds. She folded her wings in delicately and stared out at the ocean. Her head turned back and smiled at Hephaestus. "You seemed to worried the whole flight." She said with a knowing smile. "If I call for you, it is you." She chided gently, nuzzling under his snout. |
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| Laughing Dove | Dec 29 2010, 04:26 PM Post #8 |
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Why was he even thinking these thoughts? They were unnatural, for a dragon to be so besotted like this. Perhaps he was deluded, his mind poisoned and muddied by the vast reams of texts he had consumed since only hours after he had first broken from his shell. Denik's books, the ones he admitted to no one but the vast bulk of his dragon. The fairytales and poetry, the long novels of love’s lament and the sweetness of passion, that the dragon had absorbed ever since he had learned to manipulate the fragile papers without rending them asunder with his huge, sable claws. Sometimes they had talked about such things, in the dark of night, his nose rested against Denik’s lap as if he were still a wyrmling, the man’s hands wandering gently over the curves and ridges of his steel-clad face with time-honed expertise. Alone, close as if one entity…that was how it always had been. No…he still thought this was his heart speaking. Strange or not, his affection for Tempyst had to be real. This wasn’t the wild hormonal chase of last time. This time, she really cared… They were sweeping lower now, away from the city, to the privacy of the wilds. In the darkness of night the alluvial fan of the river mouth yawned in a deep, riveting pattern of greens, whites, tea, sepia and blue. Diving after her, the sounds of the waves began to whisper. Long wings flared and the air they held slipped away as heavy bodies sank into the sands, spilling over their paws and polishing their shining scales that reflected the endless stars of light. Her scent was still so close, but it could be ignored for this wonderful bonding with this dragoness he felt so much for. “Tempyst…I know.” He murmured, closing his eyes and nuzzling against her graceful face with the utmost gentleness. “The only unease is the feelings you have stirred in me.” He mumbled, ever so quietly, almost inaudible and rather possibly not understandable. Almost shyly, he leaned his body closer, siding his long neck so it pressed against hers. “It’s beautiful here…almost as stunning as you…” |
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| Kialish | Jan 3 2011, 05:35 PM Post #9 |
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Tempyst smiled and looked down, like a smitten school girl. She hardly heard the mumble, but took no notice, as she was sure he would have spoken up had it been more important. She hated how he worried so, but no more would be need to fear the pain from before. She would be here for him now and he would be hers. She purred lightly to his caress, staring out at the waves as the moons sank into them. It was going to be the start of a new day soon. She smiled and chuckled at his comment. She was pretty, but didn't think anything could compare to the beauty that was the open ocean. The waves that lapped at the sand, the tiny creatures that scuttled along the sand, the creatures only water dragons and abyssals could see so far down deep.... It was all incomparable. But how was she to understand the workings of a males brain? Kialish always complained about them. "I hardly think I'm comparable to the sea and the night sky, but thank you for the compliment. " She replied. It sounded... nicer in her mind than when she spoke it. Now it sounded to formal... Not what she wanted. With a sly smile, she shoved the male down. He wasn't very much smaller than she was, but he was off guard. She nosed him and laid down beside him, eying him in wait. Her flight was over. She was ready. |
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