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got some sand to spare? [Edge Herd Quest] - Amaris - 04-09-2017 amaris dragonborn
The desert that had once been her home, years ago, was her destination once more, though for vastly different, unusual reasons this time. They want to build a temple, she mused to her beloved little king, to worship a great deity, or to appease one who had smote the realm just how many times before? It was a curious gesture, one that Amaris wasn't sure she fully agreed with, but for the sake of the herd (and her desire to prove herself worthy of being a part of said herd again), she would do what she could to help everyone achieve their desired goal. The Moon Goddess was, at least, honest about her dishonesty, crude and cruel but never denying that fact; one knew what they were worshipping when they chose the Goddess as their patron: a lady of darkness and wind, as unpredictable as the weather she controlled, as devious as the shadows she lived in. Being home was nice, if she was being honest. She had not felt so settled, so established in a realm for a long time - though the sandy land she was approaching was the closest she had come to in the past. I was even a healer there, a 'Sun Physician', blessed with the Lord of Light's powers of healing, she narrated to her beloved, her little king, as they walked across the changing terrain with a convoy of Edgelings not far behind. Dramyrth knew vaguely of his bonded's past, having shared her mind, her heart, her soul for long enough to have sifted and learned what he could from her memories and recollections. But intricate, unique details such as this he was ignorant to, and cherished when his bonded deigned to speak of them. I was a terrible healer, it wasn't the first time she had called herself that, unsuited for the rank and responsibility, her thoughts seemed to fade, to darken, as she was reminded of the time she stepped down, and eventually left the herd - she had followed her cousin, her beloved Tandavi, to the wilds, to find themselves and each other again. But times were more uncertain now, as Volterra himself had told her when she came to the Throat upon her return to the lands of Helovia. He had offered her a place in his realm again, he and Ampere, the Sultan and Sultana - she wondered if they would be hurt, offended or otherwise displeased that she had chosen her own path, a journey separate to the ones they were walking. Would they reject her request for assistance today, her abject aim to ask to intrude upon their lands and take something from their majestic Diviner's flame? Would they simply turn her away, deny her passage? She hoped she knew both Volterra and Ampere better than that; she hoped they would understand that she had to follow her heart, her family, she had to carve her own way in this path and at this point, it did not include being a part of their herd. What are you doing? Amaris asked, pleased for the distraction as her companion flew higher and higher still, a strange determination filling him. Preparing, was all he offered by way of explanation, though the dragonmare picked up echoes of memories of a 'great battle' fought the last time they arrived on the sandy shores of the Throat between he and Volterra's golden queen, Vadir. With a knowing grin, Amaris merely shook her head softly, before coming to a smooth halt upon the mainland border of the Dragon's Throat. She didn't wait long before announcing herself, a colourful tune that she hoped hid whatever underlying anxiety she held close to her heart, a song that was neither completely equine nor dragon in tone. ooc: Amaris is here to catch up with @Volterra and anyone else who would like to greet them, she comes with some Edgers seeking some ash from the Diviner's fire for their herd quest! @Iona sky above me — earth below me and fire within me RE: got some sand to spare? [Edge Herd Quest] - Volterra - 04-09-2017
RE: got some sand to spare? [Edge Herd Quest] - Amaris - 04-11-2017 amaris dragonborn
Dramyrth was pleased with himself, smugly so. That the golden queen had not yet reached his altitude worked perfectly in his favour - that she insisted upon 'summoning' him to her amused him. He ignored her, seemingly more interested in the clouds above than the insignificant meanderings of queens below. The golden king was on high, his throne taller and clearly far more magnificent than the queen who chased him - chased him, but would never catch him, unless he allowed her to. That was why kings were smaller than their queens - they were slimmer, less bulk was present to house eggs and all those feminine things, they were wholly more muscle, strength and athleticism. That wasn't to say a queen wasn't these things as well - but kings were designed for speed, for agility, for cunning. So Dramyrth use his so-called cunning, his wits, his 'smarts' to good use - he ignored the queen below, huffing a frosty breath every now and then so that something akin to snow might fall upon her should she fly in his shadow. Amaris wanted both to roll her eyes at their antics and laugh a little bit - she did neither, instead choosing to act as Volterra did and focus upon the horse-folk currently present. The caramel-rimmed curvature of her nape bent into an arc as she greeted the Sultan, her tiara dipping cordially, though the deferential action was softened by the smile upon her lips and behind her molten-gold eyes. "Sultan," she purred with her draconic lilt, "the pleasure, as always, is mine." It was perhaps a bit more formal than their usual greetings - the last they had met, Amaris had been in a flux, having just returned from a journey that took her farther than intended, and every time before that had been as youths, friends. Were they still friends now? Yes, Amaris answered the question herself, for her dragon was far too busy circling higher and higher still, uninterested in lowering his altitude (lest his beloved bonded absolutely required him to, of course). "Vérzés!" the dragonmare greeted, accentuating his name in a way only one with dragonsblood could - she reached out to the red with her golden muzzle, to share a warm breath of air to him in greeting (or touch briefly should he desire). "I have a new trick to show you," she said softly to the little (compared to the royals, though he certainly was large for a red) crimson drake, before she shut her eyes in concentration a moment - and then, all around her burst forth five dragon-spirits, two red males and three green females, all singing a colourful chorus and dancing about them all. "Oops," Amaris said as she stepped back, seemingly remembering herself. "Sorry, I've been wanting to show Vérzés - he's always the happiest to meet the spirits I summon," she said by way of explanation, before sending all but one of the green spirits back to the otherrealm from whence they came. "I come with news and a request, Sultan Volterra," she said, her tone more correct now, though her smile never left. "I found my cousin in the mists of the Edge - I have joined her there, though I am grateful for your offer of refuge. I - we -" (Amaris motioned to the Edgelings who followed in her wake) "- come seeking favour, or a trade if we have anything of interest to you and yours." It was only fair, was it not? Amaris herself had nothing of use to offer, though if she did, she would offer it. But the herd itself was reasonably 'wealthy' as far as its craftwares and knowledge - she hoped they could come to an agreement (or else call it a favour to be returned to the Throat in the future). "Our Goddess has granted us a task, to build her a grand temple, but to do so correctly we need certain items of significance. One of those things is ash from the Diviner's Fire - I only need enough to fill this jar." Amaris now motioned to the small glass jar that was strung around her nape, resting upon the curve of her pectorals (just below the newly formed, glowingly silver scar). "If you could find it within yourself to grant this favour, we would gladly be indebted to you, unless you know of anything we can provide to you forthwith?" @Volterra Edgers are still welcome to drop by (they're just NPCS for now)~ sky above me — earth below me and fire within me @Volterra tags RE: got some sand to spare? [Edge Herd Quest] - Volterra - 04-18-2017
@Amaris RE: got some sand to spare? [Edge Herd Quest] - Amaris - 04-19-2017 amaris dragonborn
Triumph surged within the beast who flew so high, excitement flooding the bond he shared with his beloved down low. The dragons' antics were hard to ignore - they made such a ruckus, with Vadir announcing her fury with thunderous calls and breath, and Dramyrth laughing heartily across the bond (and vocally above the golden queen who chased him), as he blew a sharp bullet of icy frost to take the damage the wished to wring upon his frame, feeling nothing but an air of static rise in the wake of his wingbeats. He sees her then, her glorious, strong, powerful frame rising to meet his own, and he blew a breath of fire in her face before she could reach him, before she could embrace him in her deadly clutches - he had no intention of letting her actually catch him, not this time, not when he had been so prepared for this interaction. Dramyrth learnt from his experiences, he learned well, and he clung to the lesson with fierce determination to prove himself this golden queen's equal - and nothing less. So as the fiery breath left his scaled lips, he curved his skull upwards, his nape and entire bodice following suit, with the added flare of a powerful downbeat of his wings, so that he backflipped, spiralled up and away from the situation, neatly placing himself behind her. He didn't stop there, however - they were well high enough, even his fiery breath found little purchase in the lessened oxygen, he knew it would not provide much of a distraction, and so he acted quickly with his following actions. He pushed himself forwards again, but downwards this time, wingbeats hurrying to get him to the maximum velocity he could, before pinning close to his body, so that he became a golden bullet (a move he picked up from Vadir herself, though she had aimed her bullet-shaped self at him the last time they met). He hoped to have a headstart on her, to outrun her for as long as possible, though he was under no illusions that it would be forever. Still, the fact was, she was chasing him, and not the other way around. Amaris did what she could to let dragons be dragons, though her concern for her beloved bonded was not helped when Volterra informed her that distaste still sullied the bond between Vérzés and Vadir. It seemed the golden queen held an extremely high opinion of herself, and a ferocious desire to ensure that all others held the same opinion. Tread with care, was all she said to her distracted king, she does not intend to lose whatever squabble you have gotten yourselves into. The true reason behind this journey returned to the forefront of her attention then, as she watched the news wash over Volterra's carefully trained expressions and heard his granting of her request. She was overjoyed, and relieved - she had not realised just how much she had worried that he would deny her, or otherwise set a price that she would not have been able to pay. A smile, true and genuine, paints itself upon her lips, the sheer joy evident upon her façade. The green spirit that fluttered nearby sung a happy little tune as it danced and twirled around them - Dramyrth would have as well had he not been distracted with, well, royal dragonly things. "Oh, thank you!" her warm tones purr happily, as she steps forward to bump her nose against his to reinforce the depth of her gratitude. Amaris was nothing if not keen to prove her worth to her herd, and that Volterra had granted her permission to do just that meant the world to her. She followed him, flying alongside him as he summoned the magical fire-wings his key enabled him to do, landing on the opposite shore with a strange sense of déjà vu, for there was a time when she had done such things regularly, when the Throat had been her home - and it could have been her home again, had she deigned to accept his generous offer. Alas, she was a dragonmare whose current abode was her birthlands, and would remain that way into the indefinite future. Though she well knew the way to the Diviner's Flame, she allowed the Sultan to lead her small party there, accompanied by the little green spirit all the while. Dramyrth, meanwhile, kept flying, and should Vadir follow him, and latch onto him as she was wont to do, he would allow her to, he would not fight or struggle against her grip, but instead welcome it, cling to it, wrap his tail around hers and attempt to fly with her - he wanted to show her, to prove to her his worth, that she need not take either of them to the brink of death in order to prove that she was his better - she was not, she was his equal, and that the sooner she saw this, the sooner she accepted this, the sooner they could work together to blaze a future of fiery, frosty and electric terror, the sooner they could coexist and dominate the world together. As his bonded and her equid company arrived at the holy heart of the Throat, he maintained a link with her always, but unless he was direly needed, he was otherwise preoccupied. "I hope all else in the world of Volterra is well?" Amaris enquired, suddenly recalling the curiously large number of young colts and fillies she suspected he was the sire of, with at least one of them confirmed. It didn't bother her, for she was oblivious to such desires of reproduction - she enjoyed the company of children, she enjoyed their innocent curiosity and happily gave them whatever knowledge of the world they asked of her, but she was decidedly not a mother, having never thought of herself as one nor found a male who stirred such carnal desires to a suitable level to her. Did she think of it, at all? Perhaps, but then, she was also a golden dragon-queen, bonded to a golden dragon-king - perhaps the role was already fulfilled in all ways bar the physical duties. Perhaps her apparent asexuality was indeed caused by her bonded, her view that she need not seek out a mate, or anything like a mate, for she had everything emotionally her heart needed to fulfil that role already. While Amaris was oblivious to such things within her own perspective, she was not blind or ignorant to them occurring in those around her - and Volterra was her friend, she wanted to show her support and happiness for his situation, if indeed it was a situation he wanted to be in (though how could it not be when the act of child-making was rather a deliberate one). The dragonmare offered a small knowing smile as they walked across the sandy dunes towards the pillar of fire together, wondering at just what the Sultan would offer in response to her query. Edgers are still welcome to drop by (they're just NPCS for now)~ sky above me — earth below me and fire within me @Volterra RE: got some sand to spare? [Edge Herd Quest] - Volterra - 04-29-2017
@Amaris RE: got some sand to spare? [Edge Herd Quest] - Amaris - 05-01-2017 amaris dragonborn
The golden queen does not give change, and Dramyrth pulls out of his dive as soon as he realises. She simply hovered where he escaped her grip and lightning breath, a beacon, a drop of sunlight against the clouds above, staring down at him. But in Dramyrth's mind, that she did not give chase was as equal in reason to he not rising to her - she knew she would never be able to best him in agility, and he knew he would never best her in strength - why could she not realise that there was more ways to winning than sheer strength? That cunning and calculation and picking one's battles was a sign of intelligence, and not only that, foresight. Dramyrth respected Vadir, as she wished, but he did not see her as his better, at least, not in all things. He thought her a bit foolish. He gave a cry, not of outrage or offence, but simply invitation. The ball was in her court - she could accept it, and fly by his side, comrades in the air (until such a time as this changed), or she could stay atop her false perch of superiority, and add (or detract?) to the opinion Dramyrth held of her. Scale hue and gender only held so much meaning. Besides, I have a queen-of-my-heart, Dramyrth offered dryly through the bond, as he drifted upon the air currents to catch up to where his bonded wandered. The air was different here, hotter, it rose faster and he could ride the thermals at a glide for most of his travels. Amaris smiled at his comment and his discovery of the different ways the lands affected the air above, noting softly one becomes a strong flier when one has less wind to carry them most of the time. The dragonmare was pleased for Volterra, truly. It was difficult for her to see him as a stallion grown, as a leader, a warrior, a father. To her, she would always remember the young boy thrilled at meeting a dragonlady and her spirit friends, simply dying to know more of them. Then she remembered seeing him, grown a bit more, bonded to his red beast, ready to take on the world. And then again, she met him after he had bonded to seemingly his ultimate desire - a golden queen. Idly, she wondered what she was, a golden dragonmare, to the stallion. She hoped she was at least a friend to him - it was all she ever hoped of those she found herself caring for; that they cared in some small way in return about her, that they thought well of her, even if she was stolen away by timeslips or disease or her whimsical want to explore on occasion. He confirmed that life is good for him, and she can see that it is - she tried to update her perspective of him, she knew he was so much more than the colt she first met, though she would always remember that day. Then he mentioned foals and her in the same sentence, and the dragonmare could not help the laugh that bubbled up. "Truly, O Indomitable one? A foal?" she said with laughter colouring her tones, lightheartedly using the moniker he had adopted since taking the mantle of Sultana. "Motherhood and I are not suited for each other," she said simply, not really wanting to go deeper than that on what was meant to be more of a political visit than anything else. "Dramyrth is enough work," she added playfully, gesturing idly to skies above where the golds went through their antics. They were getting closer to the great Fire of the Diviner, and Amaris slowed her steps to allow the Sultan to take the lead and direct her where she could venture, wondering also if they might be attended to by the herd's current Seer - no, Diviner. "Is Maren still here?" Amaris asked a little bit abruptly, as the thought came to her. She recalled the beautiful striped mare with wings upon her poll from her time amongst the herd, and wondered if she had remained a constant in the herd during the dragonmare's untimely absence. So much else had changed, Amaris just wanted some aspects of her life to remain the same. Edgers are still welcome to drop by (they're just NPCS for now)~ sky above me — earth below me and fire within me @Volterra @Maren RE: got some sand to spare? [Edge Herd Quest] - Volterra - 05-07-2017
The approaching beastie is a Cinereous Vulture! It's the only way I could think of to end the golden war xD @Amaris RE: got some sand to spare? [Edge Herd Quest] - Amaris - 05-09-2017 amaris dragonborn
Dragons, the thought kept tumbling about the dragonmare's own head, a huffed, potentially hypocritical thought that judged a species she shared blood with. They were so fickle, so stuck on their pride and ego and being the greatest - Amaris loved her Dramyrth just the way he was, with all of his damnable pride included, and she was equally proud that he possessed a brain within that golden cranium of his, though she wished he would devote some of that brainpower towards something other than impressing a golden queen, who clearly, had no time for him. But, such was the situation presented to them, she could only find amusement in it, even if she did not understand the depth of the reasons behind it, ignorant to such sexual displays of magnificence as she was. The queen that flies high above him, makes a proclamation then, and he surges with delight at her change of heart. Was she finally beginning to recognise that their weaknesses were not weaknesses at all when they were together, that only their strengths mattered, because they balanced each other out so well? Ah - she was inviting him to prove this to her, and he gladly would comply with such a demand, for he could prove his worth to her in this task. The golden king went into hunter mode then, tracking the intruding bird with his keen gaze, watching the queen's movements and moving his own body in a similar way, but below the large bird. As the queen swooped in and pulled the vulture's attention, Dramyrth darted upwards, riding the warm currents of air to a sharp incline, using the inevitable decline of the bird's altitude as Vadir collided with it to his advantage. When he was near enough, he flipped and attached himself neatly to the bird's chest and neck, claws wrapping , meeting Vadir's around the wing joints of the great avian, teeth flashing as he used the bird's focus upon her to bite with his powerful jaws at the exposed neck, aiming to go in with an agile snap! to end the creature in one fell swoop. He felt the bird struggle, felt its powerful muscles rebel against the assaults it was receiving, and even if his bite did not bring it a quick death, he would stay latched onto the avian until it suffocated, or Vadir had an opportunity to add her own jaws into the fray and end it once and for all. Amaris, better able to concentrate with her beloved occupied by something seemingly more productive than simple pining over his inability to hold Volterra's golden dragon's attention for more than a few minutes at a time, studied the Sultan's reaction, silently pleased of the reaction she managed to rise out of him. "Oh, I see," she offered in response to his reply, a knowing, cheeky glint to her eye, a smirk on her lips. Dragons and children might be different to some, but for Amaris, dragons were children, or at least, they had the potential to be, when she was half-dragon and half-equine, should she mate with a dragon and not an equine, wouldn't she birth a child who was also a dragon? Ah, but that was a riddle she would pose to him another time. "I suppose you would know best, being experienced in both," it wasn't said with any tone of snarky nastiness, but an almost congratulatory acknowledgement to him and his hoard of offspring. It was a feat that Amaris admired, yet felt no desire to match, or be a part of - at least at this stage of her life. As they approach the flame, and he tells her of Maren's lingering existence, the dragonmare offers another smile, the relief clear upon her countenance as she receives this confirmation that yes, the world may change, but some things remain constant, at least. "That's good to know," she commented idly, before recalling to the surface of her focus the true reason behind her visit. "I just need some ash," she said, bending her nape to pry the jar that hung around her neck loose, and drop it to the sand at the edge of the towering pillar of flame. "Vérzés," she purred softly, hoping to pry his attention away from the other dragons and to herself instead. "Would you mind lending your slightly more fire-proof self towards filling this jar up with some ash for me?" Edgers are still welcome to drop by (they're just NPCS for now)~ sky above me — earth below me and fire within me @Volterra @Maren RE: got some sand to spare? [Edge Herd Quest] - Volterra - 05-13-2017
RE: got some sand to spare? [Edge Herd Quest] - Amaris - 05-13-2017 amaris dragonborn
The great avian falls limp as death overcomes it, and Dramyrth tilts his head back, a manic gleam in his eyes as blood trickles down his throat. He's never had a hunting partner like this before - his bondmate doesn't compare, for she was always reluctant to actually partake, and would really only ever help to scare potential prey into his path for him. This was a totally different level, it was exciting and more of a game than a need - he had never, ever hunted for fun before (and doubted whether Amaris would allow him to do so again in the future due to the vulgarity of it all), and he could not help but feel charged with a hunger, but not for food, for this queen. He released the bird when he felt its dead weight shift onto him alone, not feeling in any inclined like making a fool of himself in attempting to hold the great creature aloft, righting himself in the skies as he watches the queen's antics. He followed soon after, adopting the arrow-like position and falling alongside them. He was surprised, but complied willingly in the vulgar game, if only to maintain the attention of this queen dragon - she wasn't trying to kill him, she was actually engaging him in an activity, he would pretty much do anything for her in this moment. Bloodlust combined with sexual lust, the dragonking became quite pliable to the whims of the queen, happily knocking the corpse between them, clutching it for a second before rolling violently to toss it back at her. You're disgusting, came the soft commentary of Amaris into his mind, but he was oblivious to it, and continued on in the disgusting game Vadir invented. Volterra responded to her prods about his children, informing her of their draconic inclinations (she contained her surprise about learning that yet another being existed with the power to embrace a draconic body, another golden no less), and she can almost taste the pride in his tones. Idly, she wondered whether he knew the Mountain that Knows, her Seer - Amaris had no doubt that he would love her, hold her in high esteem and probably think of her as the pinnacle of all mares, with her magic and dual royal dragons no less. And again, she wondered what he even thought of herself, with her half-dragon nature and royal bond, was she worthy of his attention? But then, when she did not feel in any way inclined towards him like that, why did it matter at all? "It would seem your admiration and affinity for dragons is hereditary," she commented, her smile a little bit nostalgic as she recalled their initial meetings where dragons were everything to the steed, everything and more. Vérzés complied, and Amaris is grateful to the red, watching as he carefully took the jar and filled it with her requested ash, hoping that he did not come in harm's way by doing such. A joyful little noise whickered through her chest and throat as he delivered it back to her, and she blew on it a few times before picking it up and securing it to its chain around her neck once more. "Thank you!" she said happily, unable to contain the pure joy she felt as she leaned towards the red perched atop the Indomitable's withers to blow a whiskery kiss at him. She was so pleased that even as she withdrew from the red, she touched her maw gently upon Volterra's shoulder in thanks. "Truly, words cannot express my gratitude," she is a picture of happiness, with tears of joy glistening behind her golden eyes as she withdraws and looks inevitably northwest, as if she could see the very outline of her home against the horizon (though of course it is too far away to actually see). She begins making her way back, walking as ever, accepting any escort Volterra might provide, silently farewelling the lands she once called home and felt quite attached to. Amaris was happy where she was now, there was no denying it, but she also could not deny that the Throat had once been a home to her as well - she had even held a rank here, she had made friends here, friends she still relied upon, and hoped that they felt they could rely on her in turn. "Well, I suppose I best get going," she said with a hint of wistfulness colouring her tones. "Thank you, again. Don't be a stranger to the Edge now, Sultan," she emphasised the words playfully, still at a little bit of a wonder that he, the same colt she had met all those years ago, was grown and leading a herd, while she was a plebeian, a rank-filler, contributing in menial tasks as best she could.. Ah, but it was no time to compare, no, it was time to complete this task she had set herself, to contribute, however small and insignificant, to the betterment of her herd. ooc: She's not gone yet, I figure one more post each and we're all done? C: Thanks Snow!! sky above me — earth below me and fire within me @Volterra RE: got some sand to spare? [Edge Herd Quest] - Volterra - 05-20-2017
RE: got some sand to spare? [Edge Herd Quest] - Amaris - 05-20-2017 amaris dragonborn
The battle of the golds seemed to have evolved into a battle of lust, bloodlust and otherlust besides. Dramyrth, at first thrilled with the surprise of the queen's change of tact, soon began accepting it with ease - for of course she would come to his way of thinking, of course she would see reason, of course she would accept him as his equal, even if that wasn't exactly what she was doing, it was a lot closer than the abject hostility she conveyed earlier. He caws a raucous laughter as the bloodied corpse departs from its head, diving with the queen to follow it to the ground, flying as closer as he dared to her great sinewy mass, barely able to contain the heat within him, wondering, hoping, praying that Vadir was feeling similar tidings, a similar rush of lust and desire, cravings for more closeness, for a demonstration of just how far the carnal urges could take them. Dining together was perhaps an excellent first step towards all that - Dramyrth was not so foolish to think he could successfully bed her without going through whatever ritual she deigned to put him through, that he had gotten this far, he knew, was an achievement in and of itself, and he wasn't about to decline her generous offer. She took the first bite, as she was entitled to do, and he landed alongside her, close, wanting to feel her, to absently embrace her with the folds of his nearest wing, to casually entwine his tail with hers as they bent over this meal. He feasts upon the avian flesh, not because he is hungry for meat, but because he is hungry for her, but he knows he cannot feast upon her in that way yet, so he fills up on the vulture instead. Amaris, having sensed echoes of such urges from Dramyrth before, but never quite this close or poignant, did her best to observe the feelings that flooded their bond from afar, to watch and calculate and evaluate how best to manage them. The dragonmare, filled with her own gratitude from everything that had happened today, was more familiar with the feelings of bloodlust than true lust, and so rode her bonded's determination to feast upon the flesh of the bird as a way to vent the otherwise overwhelming feelings; if anything, from the entire situation, the dragonmare simply felt like a hunt for meat on their way home (something she usually avoided doing for as long as possible, having grown more and more disgusted by her own body's desire for flesh and blood the older she got), though had she and Volterra been in a more private setting, with the mood set more definitively by hormones and seasons, perhaps the results would have been different. The curve of the smile upon her lips deepened as the Sultan translated his bonded's gratitude, and she proffered a wink to the red dragon, genuinely fond of him, perfectly aware that even as a red, he was as able and dangerous as her beloved (though had he been less distracted, he might have interjected her thoughts, however consumed by all the different kinds of lust that he was currently, such objections remained unvoiced). Volterra spoke as he often did then, offering a jest that was laced with a deeper truth; an offer to return to the Throat, to turn her back upon the Edge and live upon the desert sands with him, alongside him - but as what? She had done that before, she had held a rank here before, and she had become overwhelmed by it swiftly. While the dragonmare did appreciate the offer he made, and knew it was given with sincerity, she could not accept it - not today, anyway. "Until next time," was all she said in response, bowing her head to him as she spread her wings and ushered movement from her slender, strong limbs. A sharp mental note is sent to her bonded, announcing that yes, they were leaving now and no, he cannot linger behind without her until the vulture has been consumed, and yes she really is serious; Dramyrth reluctantly farewells his queen with a long song, rising from the sands with feathers still caught in his teeth, flying towards his beloved with a full belly but a throbbing desire to ignore her summons and remain. I like the Throat, he offered some time later, and the dragonmare could only laugh, her voice stolen by the wind, as they made their way home again. ooc: Amaris out, thanks so much Snow <33 sky above me — earth below me and fire within me @Volterra |