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.

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ooc:
She's not gone yet, I figure one more post each and we're all done? C:
Thanks Snow!!

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