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A tempting serpent in the grass; Sylvana mating flight (Semp)
Topic Started: Feb 15 2015, 11:40 AM (202 Views)
Gothic Thylacine
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It was as if the world itself was giving blessing to this day. The weather was lovely and mild, more birds than usual seemed to be singing (in the jungle that is saying a lot!), and it seemed twice as many flowers were blooming. And perhaps the sleeping Forest dragon was doing it in her sleep. Hell a vibrant red flower did bloom right in front of her nose just moments before she began to awaken. Sylvana uncurled slowly and stretched herself in her extravagant nest. Flowers blooming all around her.

At this sight, one would not know this lovely creature was tainted, but Sylvana had a beauty that helped cloak her somewhat. Not that she cared to be cloaked, she just found it amusing and lucky. Rich copper eyes opened as she allowed her senses to awaken and sink in. Though she did not get up just yet, she knew today she felt different. Well, different but familiar. She knew all too well what was occurring. She knew it was coming for a bit now, and it seemed today was the day.

With a yawn, Sylvana stretched again and rolled about like a cat (also in heat) to help awaken herself further. It took a few moments before she was able to stand up and shake whatever leftover grogginess remained out of her. Light-footed as ever, the raptor like Forest began a slow stroll through her wood as she pondered. Fighting the urge to just leap into the sky and demand satisfaction. No she needed to decide what route to take. So many options!

Perhaps a battle royale? She had males fight to the death for her before and that was always satisfying. But messy, she liked her men clean. Perhaps another treasure hunt? Her favorite was when male brought her gifts. Once she even created a maze of brambles for competitors, that was amusing for a while but it got tiresome waiting for a winner when she was so horny. Oh the frustration! She walked along though eyeing her territory as she did. It was a lovely mild morning at least. Perhaps she should go to a better spot to think and to keep an eye out.

With a skip and a leap and a few powerful wing beats, Sylvana was airborne and ascending towards her favorite lookout spots on a cliff overlooking most of her territory. She landed as delicately as a finch and settled herself down. There was more method to this as well, up here the wind would carry her scent far and wise to any potential suitors who could be within range. The Forest perched almost bird like as she thought. Perhaps a single suitor would be nice instead of monitoring several. Still, he would have to be a perfect match to sire her young.

With a grin Sylvana shook herself again standing her scales up and flapping her wings to waft her invitation out. Perhaps it was best to see just who answered her call before she devised a plan. “Hmmm, not all noses are so fine tuned to the best of perfumes” She said to herself before stretching her serpentine neck and calling out a trill. If no males could smell, hear, or see her, she may have to go out and find them herself. But home field advantage was something Sylvana did not take lightly!
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It had taken what felt like an age for winter to finally draw to a close. It was still cold and bit at one's skin like tiny knives at night, but the lonely hours of the evening weren't so unbearable anymore. The sun rose higher each day, warming the earth far below and stirring up a multitude of natural events that hallmarked spring's doorsteps -- the most pertinent of which, for Viscer, was the commencement of the mating season. It was a joyous mark upon the calendar, worthy of a hearty toast and celebration! Tainted females rose in heat across the continent, filling the air with an unapologetic trail of lusty pheromones and the desperate, longing wails of females deep in the throes of heat. He had no choice but to follow his nose and loins in lieu of such promising opportunities, not that he didn't wish to do so in the first place.

Having long bid his home range in hot pursuit of choicest ass, he pegged the leave from Augari's side as a necessary venture; one, it was his Taint-given duty to see that everyone was satisfied in an intimate way; and two, it provided him the chance to seek out a wide variety of worthy potential candidates. Viscer played to the dark recesses of the jungle, making use of the natural unknown to cover his backside. His coloration was peculiar and highly identifiable for a Razor. The least he needed was Augari or her fucking pet rust bucket breathing down his neck about getting careless in Sekkain territory. Bah. He loathed sticking so close to the ground and tucked away, but it was better than the alternative. Besides, it left more room for him to get away with certain...illicit activities.

In the heart of the damp jungle, Viscer gnawed on a stubborn bit of bone. It was daylight, a time of sleep for one that traveled mostly at night in this part of the country, but the intrusion of a blundering cartographer (was that the word?) had cut his nap short. He would not pass by a meal when it all but deposited itself neatly into his lap with no effort at all on his part. The back leg of the unfortunate hiker crunched neatly between his jaws, splitting open the femur for the choicest bits of marrow. Humans didn't posses much meat on them (save fat, of which there was often plenty upon the wealthier), but it was, at least, a decent snack to bide him over. He scraped the marrow out with barbed tongue before swallowing down the rest of the bone. The rest soon disappeared down his gullet. Viscer gave a shuddering yawn then and stretched his stiff limbs. The sharp projections along his body bored rivets into the soft wood and tangled vines around himself, lightly littering the leaf-spotted ground.

As he reclined, however, the scent of another dragon began to invade his nostrils. The dragon's eyes widened, body instinctively twisting upright and hugging the ground in a defensive position. His wings, flipped up and reared, rent deep trenches in the overhanging trees in their readied stance. Wood shavings drifted down in the following silence. Viscer blinked, blowing them away with an annoyed snort. He sniffed again, deeper this time, to discern the identity of the intruder. In response, potent pheromones penetrated the Sheathe's heightened senses. His pupils dialted, body posture relaxing somewhat. A female was here --and in heat, too. Where was she? He looked around, a smug sheer already finding it's proper place upon his sharp mug.

Viscer exploded out of the entangled canopy with a rain of butchered foliage bursting skyward along with him. The spring-loaded mechanism of his back legs propelled him high enough to clear the treetops without much effort. His wings flared out and took up the momentum, peddling strongly to rear up up out of the overgrown forest. He looked around, back-winging softly, before catching sight of a prone female up atop the distant clifftop. Viscer shrieked to announce his arrival before shooting toward her. Swift, sheet-like sails made the trip a short one, and before a few minutes had passed the Razor found himself hugging the cliffside. He shot straight up before throwing his wings wide to hover, if briefly, in the air just before her. The sunlight from behind caught the dragon's burnished armor, making the dark scales glimmer with the underlying golden hue for which he was known. After a moment, his wings settled into the odd back-and-forth routine of hovering to keep himself afloat.

"You wait no longer!" he purred, puffing out his chest to display the vicious needles and curved armor up close. The dragon extended a long talon and drew it in toward his palm in a beckoning manner. "I, Sheathe Viscer, have answered your summons!"


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Sylvana relaxed herself. It was likely it would take any males within range a while to get to her. But if it took too long she would simply go out and find them herself. Worst case she could always kill of another female with males in pursuit. Oh yes, she was not opposed to that. Bloodshed was damn sexy to her. Plus fresh blood went great with her scales! She grinned wickedly at the thought and it even turned her on further.

Her thoughts however were interrupted by a sudden commotion. Snapped from her thoughts, she was thrilled to see a male before her. And not just any male, but a well know Razor. Her eyes shone as she took him in. Ah yes Viscer, she knew of him and his standing within the Legion. Ohoho! This was indeed her lucky day and the fortunes had smiled greatly upon her. And oh nelly was she smiling now as she stood to greet her VERY worthy suitor. Oh she was tempted to present herself for him now but no, a game must be played to test him.

“Well, well, well!” She said near trembling with glee “Sheathe Viscer! My, my, I know of your deeds…and prowess.” She added as she circled him with a certain swagger in her step and a sway of her tail. Eyeing him approvingly all the while. Finally her eyes looked about momentarily before looking at him again. “Well, I dare say even if any other males did come, they would not hold a candle to you my lord” Already pouring on the honey. Though she meant what she said, she hoped he went beyond her expectations.

“Well then. I dare say we should have a proper mating ritual yes? Not that I would not love simply giving myself to you right here and now. But I feel we’ll both have a wee bit more fun if we turn this into a game. Don’t you agree my dear?” She arched her long tail and caressed the Razor under his chin. She could feel his spines and shivered in pleasure. Sylvana was a bit of a sadomasochist and enjoyed receiving pain as well as giving. Ooohh this would be fun indeed. “Are you familiar with the game hide and seek?” She asked.

Her viper grin widened and her tongue flicked delicately. “I propose that for a challenge, I use my home field advantage and find a suitable hiding spot and you use every gift you have to find me. If you find me fast enough, I shall make this night one you never forget” She gave a soft suggestive hiss and a wink. “What do you say? If not hiding, you can always just chase me too” She gave another wink and a rather suggestive tail wiggle before she suddenly leaped from her perch over him and circled above teasingly before diving below to the thick jungle. Landing hard but skillfully, she bounded off creating sudden thick growths in her wake for him to navigate.

However she made sure he could handle it. Hell he WAS a Razor. Sylvana would have to watch as he sliced his way to her. Seeing him work for her would be a great treat indeed! But she refocused after she had made a long enough path for him to follow. She eventually encased herself in a secluded lair of thick brambles. One that would make a fine boudoir to experience her lover in.
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Viscer soon landed upon the outcropping with a gentle tip-tap of eager talons. His body arched and curved around the Forest's as she approached him closer, her pheromones working him over like a halpless youth. He breathed in, deeply, to cherish the scent. It was invigorating, to say the least. The Razor managed a deep-throated rumble at her tentative caress and ravished her figure with an unwavering, famished gaze. "Ooooh, you flatter me," he purred, his eyes affixed upon her flanks. She was receptive enough to his desires -- it was all the coaxing he needed. "I am indeeeed," he replied. Slitted pupils constricted somewhat at her intent, but he shrugged off the disappointment that befell his urgent loins. He had suffered worse instances of foreplay. Sveppur's prude silhouette lingered in the recesses of his fleeting attentions. That bastard.

And then she was off, as quick as a blink. Viscer snapped at her tail-tip's whip-like departure, though the motion was more out of flirtatious frustration than true malice. He took to the wing again with a leap of his own, launching himself bodily from the precipice and dislodging a spray of grass and dirt with raking talons. His wings declined to part from his sides until the last few moments of harrowing descent; they snapped open just above the treetops, narrowly missing the thick vegetation but managing to graze the apex of the tangled canopies. The Sheathe doubled back to where she had plunged into the lush greenery, hovering quietly over above. She was quick, he gave her that, but she held little against his blades. The game would be over soon, of that he was sure.

"You elude me, mistress!" he called out in a playful manner. His voice rang high and shrill, though devoid of it's usual bloodlust. Tonight called for a different sort of tone. He was content enough to let her have her fun, but before too long had passed the Razor released his wings from their back-beating tempo. Gravity bore him down into the thicket of snaring trees. If he were any other breed, he might have found himself hopelessly caught then and there. However, the slicing edges to each and every scale, coupled with steak knives for wings and bladed edges to each of his limbs proved to be more than a match for the damp, healthy vines. Cleanly-scalloped leaves and bits of thicker wood heralded his return back into the lower heights of the jungle. He landed, again, with a neat, bouncing step. The detritus cushioned the blow and released only a light, thudding sound as nimble limbs hit the soft floor.

Viscer raised his wings somewhat above their resting position and began to move along with careful steps, his nose his guide. Visibility was, unfortunately, very low. He sniffed, guided along by the tantalizing scent of his target, while his wings and forearms occasionally hacked through stubborn underbrush. He was tentative in his swipes and slices; he could rush through without a lot of trouble, but in doing so he would risk the safety of the female. It was a cunning tactic she proposed, if a little frustrating. He preferred speed over this sort of leisurely pace. His scales bristled as his path grew lengthy.

Eventually, Viscer passed a community of thick brambles. The dragon leered, stalling, to take another deep huff of damp air. The scent grew powerfully strong, but yet he did not see her. It wasn't that surprising. Her coloration was marvelous for camouflage. He lowered his stance, hugging the soft jungle floor and attempting to peer through the thick, gnarled prickles before he haphazardly sliced through the mess. "Come out, come out wherever you aaaaare," he hissed.
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Patience was actually Sylvana was quite good at. You had to be when you were a trickster and a killer. But today things were obviously very different. Dragons normally stoic as stone were jittery masses of crazed nerves when it came to mating season. While Sylvana still had some control, even as she lay in wait, her muscles twitched and her loins burned. Her tongues flicked even more than usual and her pupils shifted rapidly as she eagerly looked about for her suitor.

The serpentine Forest stilled as she tasted the metallic hint in the air as he came closer still. Her body vibrating ever so subtly. Instinct was pulling her two ways. On one hand, she wanted to run and hide again giving him more tasks to prove himself as Nature preferred. But then why was that needed? This was a Sheathe. He was a high ranking virile male of an impressive breed that would pass on many wonderful traits to her offspring. Offspring she was very eager to see come into the world!

That settled it, she could wait no longer. She wanted her children to begin now.

"Come out, come out wherever you aaaaare," The call was sweeter than honey to her.
Sylvana grinned. He was as eager as she was, but perhaps one more tease. Shifting the vines with a curling of her talons, the Forest dragon opened a tunnel in the back of her ‘love chamber’ and wriggled out of it. Slightly bending a tree limb here and there, she still had to be careful as she climbed up higher into the trees. She was still a full sized Forest dragon and not exactly a feather weight. But Sylvana was skilled at this, she reinforced the libs and moved as silently as she could, her long whip tail acting as a safety rope just in case.

Looking down, she saw the Razor just a couple yards from her thorny bramble hut she just came from. She grinned again and ever so carefully descended towards him. She was no fool, she knew if she startled him, she could be shot full of razor quills. This male gave her a fresh new challenge that was for sure. Instead of a sudden ‘boo!’ that may set off that bad reaction, she allowed her tail to drop in front of his face to the reach for him and give him another gentle caress.

She purred when their eyes met again. “Well, I could make you chase me through another series of obstacles but I think perhaps instead of you cutting down half the jungle, I would prefer we get down to the business of creating the Legion’s next perfect Hellion yes?” Her tongue flicked again with a serpentine seductive smile before she leaped from the tree to land in front of him daintily. With another smooth movement of her forepaw, the bramble wall parted to reveal a very flowery and inviting love nest.

With a cat like nuzzle under his chin, enjoying the sting of his sharp features (Oh goodness this would feel good) she entered the chamber and looked at him in the most inviting expression she could muster with an even more inviting pose. “Shell we then?” She purred.


((There we go! Feel free to post again to close if Visc wishes! She'll show him a good time I promise xD))
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