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| The Center of the Universe; Vega's Flight | |
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| Tweet Topic Started: Jan 10 2014, 07:40 PM (396 Views) | |
| Zinc | Jan 10 2014, 07:40 PM Post #1 |
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The Owl Waife
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Winter had set in with a fury. It lacked the warm, sultry passion of summer, ironic, Vega thought, given the callings and specific urges that often came with the season. What an interesting dichotomy the freezing winter nights and the warm promises that it held for flying females created. Ah yes…with the time now properly upon them, it was the season for the graceful, svelte creatures of the Academy’s white walls to herald their risings with siren songs that would summon forth every willing male from leagues around. But never without a price of course. For what fun would the game be without leading the boys upon a merry chase? Nothing good was ever gained without sacrifice, after all, as Lexen had quoted to her several hundred times before when she had whined and bemoaned to him about his pickiness and tendencies to linger before he made many of his decisions and leave Vega floundering in her impatience. Speaking of Lexen… The Gravity shifted on her perch within their quarters. Crafted of many intricately woven wires, it hung suspended high aloft in their room, an aerie of sorts that felt suiting with it’s tenuous suspension, for a Gravity’s use. Cobalt blue eyes lingered on the shadowed form of everything within the room, caught in the dim glow of the lamplight that illuminated her rider at his desk, scribbling notes into a scroll. He was up late again tonight. There was little doubt in her mind that like her, he could feel it quite clearly across their bond, and was doing his best to vent the pent up energy in a productive way. Vega turn, shifting her sinuous body upon her luxurious bed, and placed her head upon her paws, her muzzle handing suspended over the room below. “Lexen.” Her blue eyes lingered upon him. His quill continued to write. She waited. His hand stilled, and the man looked up, his eyes hard. He was always disconcerted this time of year, and disconcerted was most certainly something that a man like Lexen did not find appealing. “What?” he asked coldly, placing the black stained quill upon the desk and folding his hands neatly in front of his mouth as he stared upwards towards his dragon. Vega blinked slowly, cat-like at him for a few moments, sensing the tension there, and trying to figure out how to best diffuse it. She found it best to go about it in her usual way. “I’m horny.” Candid honesty. Rather than produce a laugh, a smirk, or even the faintest of chuckles, the man unlaced his fingers and lifted a hand to pinch the bridge of his nose. “Well then, I suggest you get on with it Vega.” He sighed. “If you don’t plan to wait out this year yet again like you’ve done your life insofar, then I say now’s the time.” His eyes cast to their balcony, where he could see outside, the sky was clear, the stars shining vividly against the three moons, dim in their waning, though the chill was biting and frigid. For a Gravity, the conditions seemed perfect enough. Vega slipped from her loft in a sinuous motion, her body igniting with white fire as suddenly the runes she had inherited from her mother breathed to life with the magic that ran strongly through her veins. Lithe, serpentine motions helped to gather and arrest her descent until she’d at last touched claws back down to the tiled floor of their room. The Gravity stepped up to stand beside Lexen’s desk. The Gravity rider appeared to take little notice of her arrival, still focused on the entrance to their balcony. “I know…” Vega said, hesitating a fraction of a moment. “But I’ve just…never done this before. I might be a little nervous.” She laughed, a bit self-deprecating. Lexen turned his eyes to the Gravity, raising a brow. “What’s to be nervous of, Vega? You’ll certainly give them a run for their money, of that I have no doubt.” The Gravity let out a gentle croon, and he waved a hand. “Off with you, my dear. The night won’t last forever. Pick someone nice, and give him hell for me.” He smiled encouragingly as Vega slipped off into the night. Given her age and her inclination of disposition to flirt and sass males, it would go without saying that Vega had at one time or another given thought to how she might best act out her Flight when the time came that she would finally host it. As it were, she was currently having second thoughts about the mechanics of the idea she’d been entertaining for nearly a decade. What if it wasn’t as devilishly brilliant in it’s simplicity as she’d originally thought? She’d not have time to conceive a new plan and simply flying as fast as she could and having suitors well…chase…seemed so…dull. So it looked like she’d put her plans to method. Over the dark boughs of Nyushi’s forest she flew until they nearly touched the mountainous peaks of Loth Angresan’s arched spine, trailing far from it’s crafted peaks near Iyalruek and the sea that separated Sekkai’s main landmass from the dark island of the Taints. It was there, as the high mountains with it’s cliffs that she stopped, entering the welcoming mouth of a canyon crafted from centuries upon centuries of water shed and snow melt. She surveyed the kingdom she would call her own for the duration of her performance and after prowling carefully through the terrain for several hours as the night deepened, she deemed it suiting for her purposes. Her body illuminated with the white-hot glow of her runes and she shot upwards like a cork from a bottle, spiraling into a vertigo-inducing ascent. Then, just as suddenly, all movement arrested and she was hovering in the air, a beacon, a star, to any who would look to her. Opening her mouth, she let out a loud crooning bugle, calling attention to her. “Gravity Vega calls you!” a teasing lilt graced her words thrown to the wind. “Come and see if you are worthy.” As the words died away, carried and resonated by the empty canyon lands that reformed them and threw them out over the trees, Vega remained aloft, creating a point of reference for any that had heard and came to answer. But she did not remain as such. Slowly, slowly, she lowered back to the earth, the illumination fading from her hide as her talons touched the dust. Ruffling her violet mane against the cold, she stood proud and queenly upon the outcroppings, awaiting those who would come to prove their worth. --- OOC: Okay guys, this is going to be your traditional ‘one challenge’ Flight. Suitors arrive, then Vega will issue her challenge and then my next post after that will be to pick a winner. To keep things simple, I’m going to have each of my posts deadlined, so we won’t be delaying Flights from moving on. My first response to kick things off will be put up Sunday night <3 Good luck! |
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| Kialish | Jan 10 2014, 08:01 PM Post #2 |
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Phear knew that Pitch would be displeased with him. Sure the man was busy with his own activities, but leaving him to travel so teasingly close to the Sekkaian Academy... He would surely be chastised. Verbally at least. But words stung when they came from his bonded. In either case, now was not the time to dwell on the possible future, no. His reason for crossing the line between daring and stupid was plain; Females were rising. A beast of feeling and intuition, he refused to leave such irresistible temptations just out of his reach. Let his soul be damned for an idiotic move, at least they couldn't say he wasn't daring. Wind whistled as his sharp wings cut through the night, guided by sound and smell. The stars above him twinkled but he could not see him. The moons bathed him in their light but he could not admire it. Sight was a luxury not granted to him but he could see his path none the less. The crooning call and lilting voice of the gravity female was pure music to his ears, quivering over his whisker-like spines and sending the thrill of the Flight through his thick bones. It had been a long time since he had participated in the event, flying a female and mating. He cared not for the children he sired, but the invigoration, the pleasure of dominating, not only the female but the males around him when he claimed his prize. Delicate echoes bounced over her lithe body, giving his bounty a form. Although her glowing runes were wasted on the Disruption, her body was not, tantalizing in its shape and flow... She began to sink however, slowly descending into the trees beneath their wings. Phear followed suit, tucking in his massive quartet of wings to avoid smashing through branches as he landed. She stood proudly, like a queen of the night, and she truly was. "Disruption Phear comes seeking your beauty," He crooned, folding in his wings as he raised his head and extended his chest. Phear hoped he would be able to participate, knowing that some Sekkaian females chase away male suitors of the tainted persuasion. He would reign in his desire to slay the competitors if that would earn him place. |
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Jan 11 2014, 12:58 AM Post #3 |
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risk it for a chocolate biscuit
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Once in a great while, Agnir felt inclined towards introspection. He was, most of the time, the sort of dragon who favored living in the now... often because he got distracted by so many things it was difficult for him to focus on anything which had occurred previously. The world was filled to the brim with things he didn't understand and every single one of those things fascinated him. Trying to see the bigger picture, to think on his life and what he'd managed to accomplish in it was nearly impossible. But sometimes he could. Tonight was one of those rare moments; Eyse was toiling away in the Academy's laboratory, seeking to discover something meaningful in plants or mushrooms or whatever it was he usually messed with and Agnir had no plans of his own, which left him dangerously unoccupied. As much as it pained the fire dragon to admit it, boredom tended to get him into trouble. He tried not to cause problems, he really did! It wasn't his fault everything was flammable! Why had whoever built the Academy failed to make everything fire-proof? Given the purpose of the Academy and the subsequent involvement of dragons (some of whom could produce flame), it seemed a bit short-sighted of them. "A gross architectural oversight, that," Agnir said to himself. He peered up at the sky and its infinite shimmering stars. How many of them were there, again? Eyse probably mentioned the answer at some point. He supposed he could count them, seeing as he had nothing else to do. "One, two, three... ok, may have counted that one twice, better just start over. One, two, three, four... no, no, that's the same one again. Do you know what," he shook his head, "whose idea was it to make them all so bloody small? If they were bigger they'd be loads easier to count. If I'd been in charge, I'd have taken a look at all those tiny lights and said 'you know, it's good, sure, really lovely, but what if someone tries to count them? Be a right nightmare, seeing as they're so little, wouldn't it?'" He swiveled his head and caught a glimpse of the three moons. "'See those,' I'd say, 'those are a proper size for counting. You can see them everywhere. We'd best just scrap these small ones and make a whole bunch of bigger ones. Oh, but that wouldn't leave much room for the sky, would it? Well, who'd miss it, honestly, it's just a big black nothing, not doing much, just sitting there. Could use a little more action." There were no replies, not even any confused stares in his direction. He sighed. Nighttime was the worst when you weren't sleeping. If only Eyse wasn't always working! Eyse always entertained his ideas, even if they were, as the scholar put it, "bonkers." Perhaps, Agnir thought, it'd be best if he just threw in the towel and went to bed. Then again, it felt awfully like he was forgetting something... ... Oh, that's right, he'd been trying to quantify his life experiences when he'd been sidetracked by the glimmer of star-shine. Where was he? "Well, I was born. Hatched, actually. Got out of the ol' egg and said 'blimey, better find myself a person!' Found Eyse, good, check, can cross that one out. Goal number one, accomplished. Next! We trained. Lots. Didn't amount to much, did it? We weren't even supposed to fight. 'Menace to everything in the sky,' I think that's what they said. Oh well. Can't win them all. There was that business with the war, trying to find a cure for the taint... hmm, that didn't work out either. Hmm. I guess that's all?" When he said it aloud, it didn't feel like he'd done much of anything. Other dragons fought in wars and beat monsters and great stuff like that? What had he done? Nothing. Zero. Compared to some of his fellow dragons, he was woefully unaccomplished. A call rang out then, reaching above the other, normal night sounds and startling Agnir out of his rambling reverie. Was that... Vega? He didn't know her very well, but it sounded like her. What was she about, screaming like that after dark? People would be trying to sleep. Making a racket was rude! Then it hit him. Oh. That. Among the litany of things he'd never done was one item of acute interest: he'd never sired an egg. Not even one. Come to think of it, he'd never even tried. Chasing female dragons looked like a large amount of effort and sometimes, now that he thought about it, the males came back looking quite a bit worse for wear. Mating could be dangerous. Oh, but those males always seemed so proud when there were finally eggs on the hatching sands, and why wouldn't they be? Making a whole other dragon was pretty neat. Eyse would definitely be impressed. A creature of impulse, Agnir resolved then and there to give it a go. He didn't have anywhere to be, after all, and he'd always heard mating was pleasant, so why not? With a puff of smoke from his nostrils he took to the sky to find the gravity dragon whose call he'd heard. Locating her was harder than anticipated. He got turned around, circled around the same tree a few times and thought he saw what could've been an imp skulking along (it had wound up being a cat, anyone could've made that mistake), but eventually he saw her. And his competition thus far. A disruption dragon, wonderful. Not one he recognized, but there had been all sorts of strangers around the Academy since the war ended. This fellow must've been one of those tainted blokes who'd come back to make nice. Kind gesture, that, seeing as the war had been so terrible. Agnir felt he owed the other male a word or two or ten. "Good night for a chase, eh? Nice and crispy. The air! The air is crisp and... clear! Yes, it's clear and good and crisp. So, you ever done this before? Because I'll be honest with you, I haven't. Not once. I know, I know, you're thinking 'Agnir, how could you have forgotten to make an egg? It's pretty important, making eggs.' And you're right, though in my defense nobody's ever come up to me and said I should. Oh right, I'm Agnir. Should've mentioned that first, though it's really not necessary now, is it? Since I said my name already and all. Right. Forget that. I'm gonna go say hello to the lady there." He bounced over to where Vega was waiting and smiled. "'Ello! I've got to say, you picked a good night for this. As nights go, it's tops. Definitely up there, high on the list. Was just talking to my fellow chaser over there. Seems a bit off, doesn't he? Not that I'm in any position to judge, but if I was, I'd think, 'there's a dragon you don't want to muck around with.' Ah, whatever. Right! So, whenever you feel like getting things going, just pop into the air and I'll chase you." |
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| Nimirra | Jan 11 2014, 12:35 PM Post #4 |
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Meathods of Madness
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Hawkish amber eyes peered into the darkness of the night sky, sleep chased from his thoughts by the recurring revelation the small contingent of Shadowguardes had unearthed along the Qih-nzak’s sides. Or rather, what they hadn’t unearthed. Nidhogg’s mysterious escape constantly washed back into the Air’s mind, a sea of paranoia surging forward on a rising tide. It was torturous facing the unknown, fearing what had yet to come but surely was waiting on the horizon as silently as a stalking predator, killing time until the ideal opportunity to pounce. It was enough to cause both dragon and rider sleepless nights, at the very least. Zeal’s gaze settled on his rider, her petite figure nestled in bed within their quarters of the Academy’s walls. It was his turn to lay awake this evening it seemed, forced to watch his rider fitfully rustle to and fro in her nightmarish state of dreaming unconsciousness. While neither of them had faced the horrors of Nidhogg face-to-face, the stories and shattered shells of those who had met him up close and personally made enough of a statement. The legion he had controlled on his own twisted will spoke volumes. Their way of life stood once more upon the edge of a knife, inhaled breaths trapped in panicked lungs while the inevitable loomed in the unseen distance. A whispered echo of reverberation caught the chartreuse dragon’s attention, swiveling a long, tuft ear in its direction in an attempt to gather the soft chords and assemble them into recognizable jargon. While no words had carried on the winds, the faint croon of the risen female’s call was unmistakable to the preprogrammed instincts of the aerial hunter. Before he realized, he had hoisted himself unconsciously to his sapphire taloned paws, dark toes already treading towards the balcony that eagerly awaited his presence. A nagging worry gave him pause, his vision returning once again to Vievette as she tossed herself into a new direction in an attempt to shake the dreamt foe she sought to evade. “I’ll be back soon, I promise.” Zeal whispered to her, more for his own comfort than hers. He turned for the final time then, closing the last few meters with his agile stride until the press of cold winter brushed against his thick feathered form. The soft, insulating down that lay beneath the coat of longer, vibrantly hued plumage helped keep his core temperature from escaping between his body’s scales, leaving him quite comfortable despite the frigid nocturnal ambiance that surrounded him. He shook himself awake, the layers of neatly stacked feathers ruffling and rippling in an elegant display before they resettled, quivering with anticipation. After all, if he couldn’t sleep might as well take advantage of the presented opportunity to put panic aside and focus on more jubilant affairs. Wings rustled their expansive surfaces from his sides, fanning the banded primaries of his foremost pinions in the moonlight. He stalled on the terrace’s edge for a moment, revelling as the night atmosphere greeting him with cool caresses. The moment of quiet appreciation passed, however, and when it did the Air kicked off with powerful hind limbs. Four wings spread, welcoming in the frosty gales into their embrace as they began their rhythmic beats against the currents. With magical coaxing of his element, Zeal, willed the winds to alter, carrying him swifter with a tailwind to propel him toward his intended destination within the heart of the thick jungles of Nyushi. Soon enough the descended starlight of Vega’s glowing runes were easily discerned by the approaching Air. She drifted towards the earth on her own gravitational slipstream, slowed by her own command over the ground’s beckoning call. Zeal likewise sought a drop in atmosphere, folding his wings eloquently into a graceful dive, chasing the galaxy’s own into the forested depths below. A flick of his wingtips corkscrewed him through the canopy, gently brushing the outmost leaves and clearing him from the tangle of tree limbs that would see him snared in their grasp. A swift fluttering back-winging settled his form on the ground with practiced ease, allowing him to survey his fellow suitors as his wings remolded to his sides. The arrived Disruption was already hastily giving his introduction, short-spoken incase the Gravity sought to turn him away, for his dark kin were not always welcomed by the dragonesses of Sekkai. When it seemed that he would be granted amnesty, the chatter from the second comer began. The Fire was full of fueled words, chattering first with light ramblings to Phear, then shuffling his slender figure forward to greet the temporarily extinguished starlight of the night’s show. Once Agnir had fallen silent, Zeal drew his umbrella crest high, letting it bloom into it’s full visage for courting. “Starlight seeks to tease all eyes of night gazers, yet here one of such illuminating beauty has fallen to the earth for all to marvel. Your call has been answered, Gravity Vega, by Air Zeal; pray tell what the cosmos would wish upon those from far below her?” The Air’s voice tapered away, velveteen tones riddled with amusement and prideful confidence. He may not have won a female either, but he was not so bold with that piece of information as his larger Sekkaian companion. |
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| Nherva | Jan 11 2014, 12:40 PM Post #5 |
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Lurker Queen
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"Ugh, this human. Rats are more sanitary," the Mycotic harped to himself in the dimness of the chamber as he shook the gunk off his foot that he'd stepped in. The bowl that the leftover food had been in clattered across the stone floor of the small cave. His acidic yellow eyes glared in the direction of his rider, who didn't even budge at the commotion. Her soft snoring could be heard once the bowl stopped skittering across the floor. "Disgraceful," his feathery crest fluffed in irritation and he stomped over to her. "Xareya wake up you inconsiderate filthy thing!" he shoved her once and she snorted and woke, glaring up at him. "What do you want Myxoma I'm trying to sleep," she growled, not unlike a grumpy badger being ousted from its den. Dresden shrieked from his perch, having been woken himself, but other than fluff his fiery plumage, stayed put. The fire phoenix rarely ever showed aggression to Myxoma and almost always obeyed the Mycotic, but he was a little less cooperative for Xareya. She hated the creature on the best of days and constantly complained that Myxoma never should have brought the damn thing home, but she had been unable to prevent it when she'd been too drunk to stop her dragon's curiosity at the celebration held nearly a year ago in the plains to celebrate peace between nations. "This is unacceptable," he shook his foot over her so that some of the goopy remains of the food he'd stepped in spattered over her face. It wasn't like she cared. It had probably been a week since the last time she bathed, maybe more. "I am done tolerating your squalor! Up! And clean this place up. I am going to go flying and stretch my wings. If it's not clean by the time I return I swear on my life I'll find a Water to scrub you or drown you." He told her indignantly. Without another word, he turned, his silky sails billowing dramatically as he went to the exit of their little cave above Irazu, then he turned back one last time. "Don't think I won't!" With that final threat, he leapt into the air, a wisp of ethereal sails under the silvery light of the winter moon. The chilly air blowing over the mountain peaks threatened to toss the small dragon, but he locked his wings and soared on the winds, letting their frigid embrace cool his burning temper. Rather than questioning any more why he'd bonded to a human that acted like a swine, he found ways to get away from it, or threaten her into obedience. He made good on most of his threats, and his bath-phobic rider knew he would keep his promise. It might get her to clean up her mess. It took miles of flight in the early winter air before Myxoma could consider his temper mostly abated. Once he realized where he was, he found a peak to land and rest. He didn't realize he'd flown so incredibly far in the hours he'd been on wing. Fatigue had begun its slow burn through his muscles, but a short rest would allow him to get back home. With a heavy sigh, the Rosemary sized Mycotic slumped to a semi-comfortable contour of rock and rested, his caustic yellow eyes peering over the valley beyond his perch. He was only looking for a few minutes when he saw strange lights appear in the distance. He watched with curiosity as they rose, spiraling upward and stopping abruptly to hover as one of the most enchanting voices he'd heard in his life reached his pricking ears. A female seeking suitors? But his kind had only recently flown and hatched their young. It couldn't be one those horrible and cruel females of the Legion which Myxoma felt could and should only be avoided when in heat. He'd imagined several scenarios in which he'd be crushed, eviscerated, mutilated, and turned into a stain if he chased any of the Legion's dragonesses. He'd kept himself well sequestered away, but this shining star hovering over the valley was not one of them. No doubt she would have her challenges, but she may be more agreeable and proper than those other barbarians. Myxoma's head rose upon his slender neck as a familiar sensation, previously unanswered, started to slowly radiate through his bloodstream. Slightly shimmering pale greenish pink scales flexed against his hide as he spread his wings once more and leapt into the sky with a trail of sparkling spores falling off and trailing in his wake. Like fairy dust, it fluttered benignly to the ground below as he approached the female for a better look. The Gravity's element was clear in her lack of wings and ability to fly regardless, and Myxoma was taken aback, for he'd only been witness to such a form once in his life. He would know her anywhere by sight. He spiraled up toward her, keeping his distance just in case she decided she didn't want any of his kind in her presence. As she began to slowly descend, he spoke to her as civil and diplomatically as he could muster. "I am Myxoma, and I answer you M'lady," he made a gesture of an elaborate aerial bow, shedding yet more spores in the moonlight that shone over them. If she remembered him, his name would be irrelevant, but they had only met once in brief acquaintance. "I assure you I will be the utmost of a gentleman if you extend the opportunity to one such as myself," he mentioned, though he'd already noticed a form which was unmistakable to his eyes as a Disruption. One of the Legion's own. If she allowed that beast, he didn't see why she would not allow him a chance. He landed near the others when Vega touched down and his scales shivered at the nattering of the much larger Fire that had come to answer as well. Too many words, he thought. He didn't know this female very well, but she was here to choose a mate, not discuss politics over tea. Keeping his own mouth shut for the time being after his introduction seemed the smartest thing unless the Gravity bade them speak for her pleasure. He was also far outweighed both by his competition, even the recently arrived Air dragon and the object of his desire. If he pissed anyone off he'd be sent running for sure. Best thing to do at this point was focus on the prize, and hope he didn't wind up turned to mush by the other three males and any others that might arrive. |
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| Zinc | Jan 12 2014, 12:37 PM Post #6 |
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The Owl Waife
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Vega stood proud, and confident upon her stone dais. Though her head was held at a queenly angle and her chest puffed out in regal grace, she could not help the lingering doubts that had begun to form in her mind as she waited for the suitors to arrive. Had she gone too far? Were there any males around here whom she could call attention from? What if they arrived and then decided that they didn’t wish to chase her after all? She tucked her chin a little closer towards her chest, but held steady upon her perch, the only sign of her anxiety being the slight twitch of the tip of her tail back and forth, the dark iron corkscrew waving idly through the open air as she waited. Patience paid off, despite Vega’s claims that they were not her virtue, as the males began to arrive one by one until it was four who stood before her. The first was an unexpected addition to the ranks, though she would not turn him away. A large Disruption, his sightless skull turned unerringly in her direction. Muscled, sturdy, his quartet of wings tucked away with a rustle of membrane and hints of the yellow that graced his body, Phear was a powerful suitor. She offered him a small smile, before looking to the next, an Academy born this time, as was the male who followed him. The large Fire was adorable in his nervousness, though it led to a lot of inane babble that she found a bit bulky for the occasion, but she couldn’t help the soft laugh that bubbled forth at the nature of his uncertainty, even going so far as to turn to his competition to begin the nattering in earnest. She shook her head slightly and looked to the final two. The first was a chartreuse air, his colors stunning even in the dim light of the night and it’s half exposed moons. He offered flattering words with his regal stance, and his introductions brought a light of recognition to her electric blue eyes. The Air dragon Zeal, yes she knew of him, a Shadowguarde. A thrill raced through her. She had managed to catch the attention of a Shadowguarde! She couldn’t help the grin that rose to her face, and had she capability to blush, the Gravity dragoness might have. Which left her final suitor, the Mycotic who had arrived in a trailing cloud of glittering spores and graceful frills. She recognized him, and a warm smile arrived on her face, even in the face of one who many Sekkai dragons might have deemed ‘enemy’. He had been warm enough company at the celebration upon the river, polite and chivalrous, and good for conversation. Of her assembled suitors, he was the only familiar face, though like the rest, she hardly knew him. She remained a moment silent, smiling indulgently at the four of them before she slowly began to pick her way down from the small plateau. “Greetings, gentlemen.” She intoned smoothly. “I’m pleased at the turn out.” Her laughter was a quick chime as she strode in front of the four assembled males, her gaze appraising as she inspected her choices up close. “Tonight, we’re going to play a little game of hide and seek.” She cast a teasing look in Agnir’s direction as she passed by him, heading in Phear’s direction. “So sorry, big boy, but there will be no aerial chase tonight. I will be testing your feet, senses, and strength instead.” She arrived to the end of the line curving past Phear before she arced back, arching her back to rub cat-like against one of his legs, even as she did such, the male would notice his body felt suddenly heavier. “Don’t ruin my magic, Phear.” She murmured coyly to him. “Or I’ll know that you’re cheating.” She winked. “And remember to play nice.” She moved on to Agnir, twining between the male’s front legs before she reached her muzzle up to touch his neck, her runes growing brighter and the same effect of her gravity overtaking the male and making him feel much heavier than before. “Don’t be nervous,” she said teasingly, “I’m sure you’ll do fine.” She moved on to the Shadowguarde, brushing sidelong past him as she had Phear. “Greetings Shadowguarde,” She trailed the tip of her tail on the underside of his jaw, small pockets of light blooming even on the dark keratin tip. “I look forward to your performance in my game.” Which left the small Mycotic. She stepped up to him and touched her muzzle to his forehead, affecting him with her magic as well. “It is a pleasure to see you again Myxoma, I pray your company in this event will be as civilized as our prior meeting. Lest I reject you entirely.” She flashed him an apologetic smile before she turned and strode back before the line of males, glowing like a fallen star. By now, all four males were weighed down by gravity, and would notice that they would no longer be capable of flying without assistance of their element, and even then, the challenge of being airborne would be a labored task. “So now begins our game…” she looked impassively between the four before a wide, draconic grin overtook her features. “Catch me if you can.” She laughed over her shoulder, then turned on her heel and sprinted away into the canyon, leaving her competitors in the dust until, even glowing with the fire of her element, she was lost from their sights entirely. Within, as the males pursued her, they would find that the path branched off into four distinct directions, the walls of stone rising high above them. The walls were too tight for many to spread their wings save the slightest of them, though with the weight of their quarry’s magic, it would have been a dangerous idea to try. The idea quickly became clear. They were to find her in the depths of the maze, and to the best dragon win. --- OOC: There are four paths to choose from, and only one male per path please <3 Path #1: The narrowest of the four paths, it is little more than a small ravine, though the walls have been worn smooth from the passage of time. The pathway through the stone walls gradually tips up in a slight slope, and though not the most laborious of the four, would certainly prove a challenge to ascend. Path #2: Wide and open, it’s littered with fallen stones and boulders. The walls arch upward and slope together the farther in that it is traveled, until the sky above is little more than a slight fissure above them, barely glimpsed through the stone that drowns out the night. It feels more like a cavern than a path, and remains level the entire length. Aside from the boulders and sharp stones that create a veritable maze within a maze, there is little treachery to this path. Path #3: This path starts out simply enough, appearing as level and simple to navigate as the second path, though the illusion is quickly broken as one proceeds further. Unlike the first or second path, this path turns into little more than a goat trail, requiring some careful navigating on the part of the male who follows it to maintain his footing and ascend under the force of his altered weight and balance. Path #4: This path is the most open of the four, though it winds in tiresome patterns and appears to hold several switchbacks upon itself. Slightly similar to the third path, it also holds a steep trail to traverse, though rather than upwards, this one angles down. Be fleet of foot, and watch where you step or you might find yourself suddenly tumbling through the air, and learning just how well you can glide when you’re twice your usual weight. -- Remember, no cheating, if you mess with the magic, Vega can feel it! I’ll post the Winner on Wednesday, so until then, get out there and impress her, men! No posting order, so have at it! |
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| Nherva | Jan 13 2014, 01:56 PM Post #7 |
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Myxoma choosing path #3 “Of course M’lady,” Myxoma drew himself up into the most regal pose he could muster when Vega spoke to him of their first, brief meeting. He might have been a Taint, but he was a proper sort regardless. He prided himself on his ability to mix and mingle with both sides in order to gather information without turning every little meeting into a brawl over differences both moral and physical. Someone had to have a good head on his shoulders in a world full of ruffians and miscreants. After all, if his queen could be as diplomatic as she had proven in the past, then so could he. Times were changing for the Legion, and they weren’t so different from the Sekkaian’s after all without Nidhogg’s nefarious influence. “I would not oblige you were I not willing to treat you as you deserve,” he continued, lowering and lifting his head in a gesture of understanding. He felt his entire body then grow heavy. It distracted him from the other males present, but not from the glowing female who had inflicted her element so easily upon him. There was something exciting about the control she took so easily over her suitors without having to harm or otherwise frighten them. He felt an unfamiliar heat building in his core, spreading out to his delicate limbs and energizing him despite the extra weight that would certainly keep him from sustaining anything greater than a glide to impress this dusky mistress. A race hadn’t been what he expected, but he was in too deep to back out when the Gravity turned with her lilting voice and bade them follow. The frill and lace gilded Mycotic didn’t have time to do more than dodge the larger feet of the other suitors as he took off after her through the woods, his smaller form giving him at least the advantage of whipping through the trees and around corners and over rocks and fallen logs with relative ease. They came quickly to the caverns, with Vega’s runed form disappearing quickly into the darkness. It seemed the gravity enforced upon her suitors was not so forced upon her and she would certainly move much swifter than they. It would be up to them to find her, to choose the right pathways through the ravines and tunnels in order to find her. Myxoma was young, but there were a few tricks a simple Mycotic could use to track a certain female’s path as she raced through the dark beneath the peaks rising above. Concentrating as small feet pounded heavily against the ground, Myxoma stayed well away from the larger males, darting from one side to another, even beneath the largest of them for a split second to avoid being squished by another. It was frightening, but the prospect of the prize sent his blood scouring heady flames through his veins. He wasn’t sure what he’d gotten himself into, but for the first time since it started he didn’t care. Lengthy, slender legs took him toward the third cavernous entrance. He thought he saw her go that way, but he wasn’t certain. The Mycotic had lost sight of her soon before they reached the darker parts of the ravine. He shot off in front of one of the others and took that pathway, realizing with some relief that it seemed fairly easy to navigate, until moments later when the path turned treacherous. “Just wonderful,” Myxoma grumbled to himself as he had to slow his pace to pick his way carefully over the trail. He wondered how the others faired only briefly before one of his hind feet slipped and nearly sent him somersaulting down the side of the incline. He yelped and clawed desperately at the loose dirt, wishing desperately that his wings would bear him up and save his scrawny behind from falling to his death. It took him several seconds to gain his footing and he was certain that he had fallen too far behind now, but he couldn’t just disappear. It would be an injustice to the lady to have answered her call then not bid her farewell even in the event he was not chosen. Not all Taints were dirty, impolite, heinous bastards, and he sought to prove that to at least one Sekkaian, even if it wouldn’t matter after this night. Scrabbling up the side of the incline that threatened to swallow him, Myxoma sent a silent question to his element growing in the cracks of the rocks around him. Fungal spores that relished the dark and damp of cavern walls and floors sang back to him their putrid answer of who or what had passed through before him. Few in his chosen direction had been disturbed, but they all seemed to tingle with the lingering magic that belonged to the female he sought. It gave him another burst of motivation and he picked his way through the trail, using his wings for balance while trying desperately not to tear any of his wispy sails. He came to what he hoped and assumed was the end of his path, yellow eyes scanning and searching for any sign, any remnant that Vega had passed through. “At least I am alive,” he said as he paused for just a moment to take stock of his own body. He was a lot dirtier than he had been, but he hoped Vega would not be too disappointed in that. He would gladly clean himself first, after all. But Vega was nowhere to be seen. Myxoma’s heart fluttered in his chest in mild panic. He must have chosen the wrong path, or else not gone on far enough. He continued upward as the path widened, seeking wildly, his feathered crest rising and falling as though that helped. It was dark and he could barely see. He was no mighty Fire like the talkative beast outside, nor was he a Disruption that could use echolocation to figure out what all was around him. He wondered if the chartreuse Air faired any better than he, for his element didn’t seem much more helpful. |
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| Kialish | Jan 13 2014, 06:58 PM Post #8 |
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Phear Taking Path # 1 Phear kept his face forward as his quills quivered with each arriving male. He ignored them for the most part, paying his attention solely on the female, the gravity goddess. Once she was pleased with her turnout, she began to speak, her words giving her more intimate form in Phears eyes. Well, lack of eyes... Sauntering over to the males, she stated her game, a game of hide and seek. Ahh, his lack of eyes would be a benefit here... Next she spoke to Phear first, the tainted feeling proud at being the first to arrive, the first to answer her call. He hoped that he would be the final to leave her with the highest prize given... Then she rubbed on him, like a delicate feline upon the leg of her master... and Gravity was suddenly intensified. Aah so this would be her game... He crooned, an odd noise for a beast like himself, as she warned him not to cheat. It would be difficult to resist altering his state of gravity, so used to using his magics to make life easier on himself when he struggled. But he would have to not, else risk losing the favor of the Gravity goddess. She continued on to perform her trick on all the males, before stating the catch. It wasn't only a weighted down version of hide and seek, they would have paths to take, to struggle through in order to seek her. Phear was used to tainted females simply demanding to be caught or struck down, seeking a strong male. The Sekkaian had.. challenges. Games. Phear liked games. His massive maw stretched to a smile, teeth bared in anticipation. And just like that, she was gone, with a joyous bubble of laughter... Phear swung his head, 'looking' at his competitors. He snorted, bobbing his head in good favor before starting off, slinking towards the first and narrow path. It would provide a suitable challenge, hoping to impress. He tucked his wings in tightly, slithering like a salamander. That was truly how he felt, trudging along with the extra weight she had bestowed upon him. Yes, bestowed. It was not a curse, but a gift. And he would take it as one! He bobbed his head, talking himself up. At first, it seemed his ravine path would simply continue on straight, his sharp wings occasionally scraping the smooth sandstone walls, but after an uncountable amount of time, it began to incline. This was where his challenge lied. His claws were not suitable for digging into the dirt to climb, not unless he increased gravity on his paws to get grip... but he dared not mess with her magic, even if it meant using his own. A hefty sigh exited his broad lungs and he took a cautious step, pulling himself up the steady rise. His tail swung out in unison of his steps, the trident heavy to the ground. He pulled himself, higher and higher, head looking down to the ground as he went, wondering if the incline would ever end. By the time it had evened out, Phears mouth was open, panting. He had though the narrow passage a challenge, then it was not, and now it was truly one that had been tolling, at the very least on his muscles. But now he had reached the exit of his pathway, taking a moment to catch his breath. His echo location pinged about him, giving him a clear, 3-Dimensional view of around him. Now, where was his goddess? He began to slink forward, swinging his head in searching. |
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| Nimirra | Jan 14 2014, 04:00 PM Post #9 |
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Zeal taking Path #4 The Air’s amber gaze studied the Gravity as she picked her way down from her nature’s carven stage, a piece of the nocturnal mysteries poured into sentient form. Her demure greeting slid forth on a honeyed tongue, demanding and attracting the gathered males attentions like flies drawn to the saccharine treat her call promised for the victor. Her teasing hints of the game to come and lighthearted jape at the Fire’s excitably voiced assumption to her escapades appealed to Zeal, his intrinsically attuned quips threatening to surface. Willpower and the enraptured hanging on Vega’s words kept his own lilting jests in check, saved for a more opportune space of time. Soon she was weaving among them, brushing and touching with seductive appeal to the attentions of all present for her debut. When she slunk her lengthy form against his side like an affectionate feline, Zeal felt the reason for her affections. As her tailtip trailed his feathered jawline, the weighted pull the world naturally beckoned with redoubled, successfully sealing the aerial artisan to the pragmatic ground which would offer none of the whimsical freedom of the skies. Unable to help himself, Zeal chortled as she finalized the grounding of the last suitor, “Ah, my dear, it seems it’s not only our hearts and loins that grow heavy for your attentions this night!” By the time his wisecrack had formulated, she had already initiated the game of chase, loping off into the canyons beyond with the other prospective mates hot on her tail, or at least as hot as gravitationally compromised would allow them all to be. The chartreuse Shadowguarde followed at a lackadaisical pace; refusing to strain himself further with undo exertion with the added resistance he was forced to bear on the chase. As the canyon opened its yawning jaws into split pathways, Zeal studied them for a moment as two suitors picked their poisons and started along their individual challenges. Finally, he took the farthest, a hidden labyrinth of twists and turns promised by the sharply vanishing trail despite the seemingly feigned freedom it offered. Stepping deeper in, Zeal felt the floor begin to slant beneath his feet, talons instinctively tensing their curved forms into the ground, seeking added grip that his claws might offer for added stability. Thinking as swiftly as the ground was growing steeper beneath his paws, the Air flexed his tail’s fan and smaller set of wings, helping balance his weight and angle the winds that wound through the cliffs to aide rather than hamper his meticulously pressed progress. And so his descent seemed to endlessly recur, one carefully clawed grip at a time, with the occasional pause to listen to the gales as they sang their silvery songs, hinting with whispered words only his elemental kin would hear through the layered sediments, leading him to the exit as the free currents themselves sought the open plains as much as he. “The air never lies, after all, my dear lady of the night.” Zeal spoke aloud, if for no other reason than his own moral support to continue onwards. “It will always lead us true if we but stop to hear her call, just as I will offer you the same truths as well.” |
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Jan 14 2014, 11:57 PM Post #10 |
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Agnir, "choosing" path #2: The night's proceedings hadn't turned out quite like Agnir imagined they would. Flights were, as he'd always understood it, were meant to involve some amount of flying. When Vega sensuously wrapped herself underneath his front legs, Agnir only sort of heard her mention there not being any aerial component to her challenge. Having never been in such intimately close proximity to a female before, focusing on what she was saying and not what she was doing was, well, difficult. All of the sudden he felt as though the entire world was pushing down on him... or was it pulling? He couldn't tell. His whole body felt heavier than normal. He panicked a little; initially he'd been sure he was dying, then when death failed to come, assumed the unsavory-looking disruption dragon he'd spoken to had done something. "Oh, I see how it is," he said, "you lull me into a sense of false security, let me think you were going to play fair, then when my back's turned and I'm talking to a nice lady you spring some kind of... heavy magic on me. Yes, the plan's obvious now! Should've known." Ideas often came to Agnir abruptly, as if they were floating around in the empty space in his mind and suddenly chose to smack him in the face. At least, that's how he'd explained it to Eyse in the past. At any rate, a notion occurred to him then: Vega was a gravity dragon. Gravity was... oh, how had Eyse described it? Falling? The ground was... pulling? Remembering was hard. He seemed to recall gravity sounding a lot like he felt now, though, which was the most important thing. So perhaps the other male hadn't sabotaged him after all? She had mentioned something about not flying, hadn't she? Well, now he felt foolish. "Sorry about that, mate," he said, "got carried away. Lost in the moment, you might say. You're fine. When I said I suspected you, what I meant was I thought you might be up to something but hey, good news, you're not. So you're cleared." Before he knew what was going on, Vega was running away from him and the other males were following her. He tried to sprint after them but found lifting his legs harder than he recalled it being before. Gravity again? Agnir wasn't sure he liked gravity much. It certainly made winning himself a mate rough going. Through great effort, he managed to get a slow, steady run started. Locomotion on land had always been awkward for him; he was rather serpentine in his build, unlike most dragons of his element, and his body had a tendency to sway a good deal when he moved. For other dragons, this would be no great hindrance... but this was Agnir, near whom accidents were perpetually happening. Maneuvering his slinky body through the narrow canyon Vega was leading her pursuers was complicated. His sides kept smacking the canyon walls and his tail kept lashing out, hitting everything unfortunate enough to be in his path. Small rocks were being flung everywhere. If he was close to any of the others, they'd know. Rocks hitting one's head were rather easy to notice. Vega had now disappeared. Agnir was baffled until he noticed a series of paths in front of him. Four of them, in fact. He just barely saw one of the other males--the air--disappear into one of them, but where the other two (or Vega) had gone was a mystery. He now had a choice to make. Decisions were not his strong point. He had very few strong points and choosing the right option out of a selection of options was most definitely not one of them. Still, if he was to stand any chance in this race... The fire dragon poked his head in the direction of each path. "Well, let's have a look. Got to get my bearings. Right. So, we've got this narrow one here, which is a good path, I'll give it that, but wow, you know, look at that climb. Steep. Really, really steep. No, I don't care for that one at all. Then we've got this next one... nice and open, sounds good. Oh, but it gets darker towards the end, doesn't it? Also, rocks. Loads of 'em. Those could cut my feet. How about the third one? Hmm. Also fine, and not so many rocks. Noted. The last one's even more open, but we've already got two open ones and really, if I'm honest, it's too much open space. A proper canyon has walls and this, well, it's got walls but not close enough together." As usual, no one responded to his rambling. He shook his head. "I suppose I'll go with the third on-" Before he could head down the open path (sans rocks), the altered gravity his body was experiencing betrayed him. He stumbled, fell, and not unlike a fish out of water, floundered into the second path instead. He felt the rocks almost immediately. "Ouch! Ow! That's a sharp one! No! Stop! Ouch!" A boulder stopped his uncontrolled flopping. He lay on the ground for a few moments, confused and sore. "Meant to do that," he groaned. Was mating really worth all this fuss? Asking another male beforehand would've been smart. Here he'd been thinking all it would take was a nice, brisk flight... ... Oh, right, Vega. She was still waiting... unless one of the others had caught up to her already, in which case he might as well just lay there. It would've been the more intelligent choice to make. But choices, again, were not something he was gifted at. This would probably go wrong, but he'd be damned if he didn't escape the maze with at least a tiny shred of dignity left. After a tremendous struggle, he righted himself and resumed chasing. The path's many rocks were uncomfortable and he barely dodged each boulder he came across, but he was trying and he felt that alone was worth Vega considering him. "Do we get points for effort?" He called out. 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| Zinc | Jan 15 2014, 05:00 PM Post #11 |
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Vega crept along the high plateaus of the canyon walls. Though she watched her suitors from far above, a hidden star amongst the stones of the canyon. It was tiresome work, keeping the force of her magic upon four individuals at once, especially when she considered distance as a factor into the mix, but she dogged them along their paths, even as some strayed farther than others, until she finally broke away from the group of four, and followed the remaining path, far ahead of the suitor who had chosen it, and found her way to the final place she had decided would be the location of the victor’s circle, where she would meet the male whom she had found to the be the best choice. Vega trotted merrily along the canyon walls, illuminated as a white blaze, though even she did not need to fear about her position giving away much, as far up as she was. She picked her way over and down alternate routes, creeping along the stone walls with as much stealth as she could muster, gifted from years of experience scouting and delivering messages in enemy territory. Not once did she raise a claw from the ground to fly. Such, she believed, would give away her game far too easily. As she walked, she thought about each of her suitors, it had been a fine display of males, and she was proud that she had managed to draw an even mix of both Taint and Sekkain. The two largest, Agnir and Phear were certainly muscular males, though Agnir perhaps talked a bit much, though Vega chocked that up to nerves more than anything. The poor dear had said that he had never done something like this before. Phear however, had a brutal strength that one might suspect of a Taint, and Vega felt the heat in her core stoke at the thought of such a strong male being the one to take her. She shook out her indigo mane, and forced herself to continue on, her skin twitching now and again, even as she moved her thoughts onwards to the latter of the two. The smallest, but by no means, out of the game, were Zeal and Myxoma. Zeal she had heard much of, in word and deed, and he had certainly appeared the cock-of-the-rock, flirtatious male she had heard him proven to be. Vega herself, was no stranger to flirtations, and had little issue with a male who was as fond of spreading the love as she was. He had been strong, and confident as he’d appeared before her, and she had to admit, he drew an admiring eye. But so did Myxoma, in his own way. Though he was the smallest of the bunch, the shimmering Mycotic was a graceful and sleek example of his breed, hardly was he covered in disgusting fungal growths. No, he was comprised of beautiful frills and iridescent sails. His spores were shimmering powder that seemed to add more as an accent than a hindrance to his countenance, as ragged as it might have been. All in all…a fine bunch of males. She pursed her lips, wondering if perhaps she ought to change her mind on her final selection, but gave a decisive shake of her head, and turned the final corner, creeping around a pathway. Her runes immediately went dark, and she felt relief as the magic that had been leeching at her strength faded away. The suitors would feel their normal weight return with an abruptness that would clearly indicate that the game was over, and that she had chosen the suitor that had impressed her most. Even in the darkness, invisible amongst the shadowed stones that sat behind her, she watched him, awaiting for the moment that might best grant her an entrance. She did admire a bit of theatrics now and then, after all. But it appeared that perhaps, the game had gone on a bit too long, judging by the state of her selected suitor. Her eyes, adjusted to the dark of the night now, could see that Myxoma was not fairing well in the dusky night, clearly not built to traverse the darkness. Ironic, given his heritage. She smiled a bit at the thought, before she picked her way down the stonework like a graceful mountain cat. “Fret not, Myxoma.” She said smoothly, her runes glowing dimly once again, summoned by her magic and will, though they were nowhere near the vibrancy they had been before when she had laid her magic upon all four of the males. “You have found me, and you have won.” She gave him a demure smile. “Congratulations.” She tipped her head, looking at him sidelong before giving him an inspection, trusting that her trials had not affected him too harshly. She had admired his determination, despite his frills and seeming gravitation towards propriety, he had gone at her challenge with no holds barred, and little fear, even going so far as to dart about between the paws of the larger males as he shot forth into the maze of canyons to seek her out. He was brave, he was charming, and now…he was hers. “Join me,” she inclined her head, turning and walking down the length of the canyon wall, so that they might seek a more private place. To the rest of the males, the paths would either end in dead ends, or lead out of the canyon all together, no prize would they find but the shimmering tease of stars up above them. ---- OOC: Sorry for the simple flight guys, but I’d never done this before, so I really was struggling to figure out what to do and oh god there were four of you and akdlsjfasldfj. She liked traits from all the males so I was practically strangling her shouting “PICK ONE YOU NINNY”. Thank you for entering guys ;u; |
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| Nherva | Jan 16 2014, 12:11 PM Post #12 |
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His eyes lied to him. They showed him all encompassing dark when there were shadows that moved within it. It was only by virtue of some luck or fate that what stalked him was no danger but what the calling female posed. One thin ear twitched involuntarily at the sound somewhere above and behind him and Myxoma whipped around, a new cloud of dusty spores raining down upon the hard ground upon which he stood. Her voice was like the finest velvet chocolate as it graced his ears and he relaxed visibly in the dimness as the runes along her lithe body began to glow with ethereal light. It gave an attractively surreal quality to the shadowed place where they met. Her words stroked him like a loving hand over a cat and all of his scales rose and fell with the congratulatory praise. “Well of course, I am the best choice for a clever lady such as yourself,” he bowed in a flourish, giving her the proper respect in the face of his haughty acceptance of her choice. “I would be honored, delighted even to share this night with you,” he told her, enchanted by her form, by her runes, by the very chemical signals that drew them together though they could neither see, hear, nor smell them. She didn’t have to know this had been his first attempt to woo a female, or that the reason for that was because he was scared scaleless at the idea of following a Tainted female on her own trials to choose a mate. If she found out later, it couldn’t be helped, but he would enjoy his winnings before slipping back of to the darkened West and the squalor which his rider insisted upon living in. Perhaps he could convince Dresden to carry a letter to Vega and correspond in secret so he could see where the events of this night would culminate. He wasn’t sure if he was brave enough to sneak into the Academy for a peak at his offspring. Elegantly the gilded Mycotic strode to follow the indigo goddess wreathed in soft glowing light. This was her night and far be it for a gentlemanly dragon to move past her chosen pace. He would follow, not lead in her dance. He might have been a Taint, but he was a different sort of Taint. Coward the harder Taints might call him, but he wanted peace as well as any other. He viewed Sekkai and the Legion as a difference of opinions, a different way of doing things and it was cunning, subterfuge, and no small amount of judiciousness that would allow them to coexist on their own terms side by side. He was under the impression at least that his queen wanted such, at least for now, and he could do his best to advocate that unless war were to break out again. Flying with Vega weighed nothing on his conscience, after all they were both dragons of a polite sort. Linking the two factions by their children could give them ties they could not ignore in the absence of Nidhogg’s cruel influence. Xareya might try to break his neck if she knew what he was doing, but she didn’t have to know. Once they were again outside and bathed in the light of the triplet moons shining overhead, Myxoma was able to take stock of himself and made a vehement sound of disgust, “Ugh I am filthy. Dear Vega, if you wish it I could bathe before, so you don’t have to deal with this…mess,” his eyes darted from her and back to himself. He was only a little dusty, but it felt unacceptable to approach a ready female in a state any less than perfect. However, if it mattered not to her, he would forget about the dust and dirt until she was satisfied with his company. |
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