Post by Tealah on May 18, 2009 11:12:07 GMT -5
Artoneth's muscles were trembling with a fatigue he hadn't even felt during Threadfall. Surely the bronzes must also be tiring. Not that it mattered, of course. What was the pain of overworked muscles to the glory of flying with wynevith? And look, she was watching him! He couldn't resist showing off a little with a corkscrew that curved between the bronzes. Look at your Artoneth, beautiful Gwynevith, see how he outflies your other suitors!
Yes, that showing off cost him a bit more pain, but it was worth it.
In the dining cavern, P'neil was only half-aware of the groaning chuckle that was driven from him at this. Foolish, foolish brown, why would you do this to yourself?
Ahead, Artoneth saw the gold preparing to turn again, and he steeled himself to follow every loop and curve despite the pain. Steeled himself? No, that was silly P'neil in his mind. Artoneth gloried in the pain of his muscles, used it to push himself harder. Only he was worthy, only - Whoops!
Gwynevith had swerved away from a collision with one of the bronzes. Artoneth, who had been turning to follow her original maneuver, very nearly collided with her full speed. At the last second he was able to flare his wings out. Muscles protested fiercely, but at least he hadn't crashed into her. Hadn't crashed - but he was still close enough to reach out with tail and neck to entangle the queen.
The pair fell together until Artoneth managed to open his wings again. And oh, the pain, the shrieking protest of muscles already overworked and now burdened. But clever Artoneth used the winds to his advantage, steadying them, drawing them both into a wide spiral that would give them time together...
P'neil stiffened in shock. They, he, Artoneth-P'neil, had just caught a gold? If he hadn't still been melded to Artoneth with the brown's emotions surging through him, he might have gaped in shock like a half-wit. Instead he enfolded Alana into his arms. Nothing mattered but this moment. Nothing but P'neil-Artoneth and Alana-Gwynevith. Nearly nothing else - he maintaned enough presence of mind to steer Alana gently from the dining room, to someplace much less... public. Now nothing else mattered. Now Artoneth-P'neil and Gwynevith-Alana could spiral together in peace, in blissful passion.
Yes, that showing off cost him a bit more pain, but it was worth it.
In the dining cavern, P'neil was only half-aware of the groaning chuckle that was driven from him at this. Foolish, foolish brown, why would you do this to yourself?
Ahead, Artoneth saw the gold preparing to turn again, and he steeled himself to follow every loop and curve despite the pain. Steeled himself? No, that was silly P'neil in his mind. Artoneth gloried in the pain of his muscles, used it to push himself harder. Only he was worthy, only - Whoops!
Gwynevith had swerved away from a collision with one of the bronzes. Artoneth, who had been turning to follow her original maneuver, very nearly collided with her full speed. At the last second he was able to flare his wings out. Muscles protested fiercely, but at least he hadn't crashed into her. Hadn't crashed - but he was still close enough to reach out with tail and neck to entangle the queen.
The pair fell together until Artoneth managed to open his wings again. And oh, the pain, the shrieking protest of muscles already overworked and now burdened. But clever Artoneth used the winds to his advantage, steadying them, drawing them both into a wide spiral that would give them time together...
P'neil stiffened in shock. They, he, Artoneth-P'neil, had just caught a gold? If he hadn't still been melded to Artoneth with the brown's emotions surging through him, he might have gaped in shock like a half-wit. Instead he enfolded Alana into his arms. Nothing mattered but this moment. Nothing but P'neil-Artoneth and Alana-Gwynevith. Nearly nothing else - he maintaned enough presence of mind to steer Alana gently from the dining room, to someplace much less... public. Now nothing else mattered. Now Artoneth-P'neil and Gwynevith-Alana could spiral together in peace, in blissful passion.