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Post by Journye on Dec 29, 2008 14:52:09 GMT -5
Lucatih could feel the strain in his wings now, each beat burning the muscles, but he wasn't about to give up. He watched Vereth slow down, but didn't try to get closer, not wishing to under estimate the clever green.
He crooned his admiration as she shoot upwards again. Her beat his wings to follow her, completely ignoring the bronze also pursuing the jade goddess. He soon stopped crooning as well, saving his breath as he followed her, ignoring straining, burning muscles.
Journye was shocked to hear the D'gellin comment to T'ril. She frowned and looked toward the bronze rider sitting on the floor and shifted slightly from foot to foot. Her arms were hurting in the shoulders, but she knew somewhere in the back of her mind that was still 'Journye' that it wasn't her pain she was feeling, but her blue's.
She shook her head and closed her eyes, giving up struggling against Lucaith's mind, allowing herself to be swept up completely in the flight, her breath escaping her lungs in a soft gasp.
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Post by D'gellin on Jan 5, 2009 21:16:11 GMT -5
Oh of all the times to begin to slow...Lancetoth strained to keep his wings beating as the fatigue he'd been trying so hard to ignore started to become near unbearable. He really should have taken down another beast. Or, in retrospect, paced himself. The young bronze gritted his teeth as he pushed onward. However, to his surprise, he didn't begin to fall behind, as he feared he would. No, Vereth was steadily slowing as well. Lucaith was also showing a decline in their previously rapid pace. The colors in Lancetoth's eyes whirled eagerly. This was his chance! Now before Lucaith made his move, and before he grew any more tired himself.
His muscles were on fire, his heart was on fire, everything had caught flame. Lancetoth crooned, and did a twirl in the air, attempting to get Vereth's so dearly sought after attention, before he made his move, attempting to twine with the beautiful, agile green.
It was just a mass of confusion, frustration, and a plethora of other unwanted emotions as D'gellin lost what last reserves on his own consciousness he had. He felt himself slipping deeper and deeper into Lancetoth's mind. He felt the burn in his muscles, and the cool ineffective air rushing over his great wings. The sky was filled with green...
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Post by Kain on Jan 5, 2009 23:41:31 GMT -5
Vereth flapped her wings, trying to gain more altitude, but her wings felt like lead, and even the three herdbeasts she'd drained weren't helping now. The green was just about to turn and choose when all of the sudden, her vision was filled a swirling mass of bronze. As her eyes whirled yellow-green with surprise, she felt the larger dragon's claws latch on to her wings. She spread her wings to check their sudden downward plunge.
At that moment, even T'ril was extremely confused in that familiar flighty sort of way. He could feel his dragon's emotions much clearer than his own at the moment, and it was making more than a little hard to do anything. His senses kept flashing to Vereth's, and it really wasn't helping.
The air was rushing past, he saw Lancetoth's eyes whirling purple...
No, he was in his weyr, leaning on a wall. Vaguely he saw D'gellin and stumbled towards him. Prefrences be damned, he reached out and shook the boy's shoulder with an attempt at gentleness.
Just then the dragon's emotions multiplied out and T'ril could feel himself struggling with the flight-lust that was currently swamping his conscience. "D'gellin," he managed to mumble out, "D'gellin, I..." But there wasn't anything for T'ril to say. He just made a silent plee to Faranth in his mind as he watched the bronzerider closely.
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