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Post by Bellatora on Dec 28, 2011 0:18:21 GMT -8
It was early morning - the sun had yet to rise. Amaelia was sleeping soundly... When it happened. She should have known. But she had never dreamed it would come like this. A sudden fire of anger knifed at her and she sat bolt upright panting as fear slid its icy cold hands around her heart. It was time!
She rose and looked at the ledge where Tyranith roared and hissed and proclaimed defiance. She was hungry and anyone in her way.... would suffer. Would suffer horribly. She launched herself from her ledge and down to the feeding pens with a grace that was a bit.... perhaps exagerated before ripping into one of the herdbeasts, feral in all intents and purposes. she began to tear it apart and was about to gorge... NO! TYRANITH! YOU MUSTN'T! The dragoness hissed and shook her head.
Quiet bug! Ouch! That hurt, but it made Amaelia angry enough to foce her will quite heavily against her gold's. She would not gorge! There was a fight to be had.
Blood it. Though not shouted, though perhaps not what most would expect, it was powerful enough to force the dragoness to do as directed. She latched onto the torn carcass and began to blood it. Hmph. Fine! The next one would be hers!
As she went for her second, Amaelia prepared for the fight which would doubtlessly follow quite soon. Oh yes. There was still much fight left. But again she was forced to give in to her rider and blood and again with the second herdbeast, this one which she strewn across the pens. Her hide was blood-spattered, her jaws gaping, her teeth showing in a feral grin.
It was the need. It was time to fly. The lust filled her and she hissed seductively.
All Kings of age and even those as low as blues... You shall chase. And one of you shall win... It was a croon which soon turned into a roar of both defiance and rage as she called the males to her.
She looked to the sky and with a final call, took off to the skies above them, chasing the dawn which was only just now starting to show itself above the hills and clouds of the icy north. Oh... it had never fully set.... but it still was not as high as it could be... not yet.
She rose into a blood toned sky and looked back. Let them chase!
((You may make NPC Browns and Bronzes for this flight. However, the winner MUST be made a PC. Also. Akira, you may bring your plot irder into this as this is part of how the plot starts up. ^^'; )) |
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