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03-11-2013, 03:43 PM
Sunlight glinted brilliantly off golden scales a whisper beneath his muzzle, brighter ever than he'd seen before. A golden light that was seemingly impossible, until the signals his senses were sending caught up with his brain, firing his system into overdrive. He knew this scent, this heady aroma that stoked a fire in his loins. Yet before it had always been muted, altered in potency when it arose from Akaith. Enough to stir, but not to blaze. Not like this, not even that one afternoon up on the Steppe so many turnings of the seasons before. Before, when dragon's heat rose and faded to be replaced by mare's, when passion was dampened by the interference of Rishima and leashed by respect for Torasin.
Nothing now reined him back, lost in the blending of dragon and mare. But despite the freedom to pursue, pursue he must. For she surged up out of the sand and into the air. Forgotten was the petite queen who usually filled a slot within the intricate relations between bronze hybrid and his shapeshifting queen, dismissed from thought as he watched Mirage surge into the sky and declaimed her readiness with a roar that reverberated through him. Wings rose as he followed her from the ground, patient as a hunting cat stalking its prey, knowing she would come to earth at least once more before defying earth and sky and suitor alike.
And so she did, stooping from the sky in a glorious display to catch and kill. His pace quickened, keen to catch up to her before she finished blooding her kill. Keen to have every advantage he could over any who would dare challenge his right to her. A rumble vibrated in his chest as he spotted her again, crouched over the crumbled carcass of a stag, glowing ever brighter and tinged with the hue of blood.
Barely did he lay eyes upon her than she gave voice to another call, challenging and defiant. The rumble in his chest deepened into a roaring call of his own, accepting her challenge even as she sprung upward. He was quickly in pursuit, passion lending his wings strength to defy the ground more rapidly than usual, spiraling up after the gleaming golden figure of the DragonHeart as she climbed ever higher, chasing the sun. It never occured to him to wonder how he would catch her, to doubt his abilities. There was only the burning, driving desire to finally, at last, have her fully.
Nothing now reined him back, lost in the blending of dragon and mare. But despite the freedom to pursue, pursue he must. For she surged up out of the sand and into the air. Forgotten was the petite queen who usually filled a slot within the intricate relations between bronze hybrid and his shapeshifting queen, dismissed from thought as he watched Mirage surge into the sky and declaimed her readiness with a roar that reverberated through him. Wings rose as he followed her from the ground, patient as a hunting cat stalking its prey, knowing she would come to earth at least once more before defying earth and sky and suitor alike.
And so she did, stooping from the sky in a glorious display to catch and kill. His pace quickened, keen to catch up to her before she finished blooding her kill. Keen to have every advantage he could over any who would dare challenge his right to her. A rumble vibrated in his chest as he spotted her again, crouched over the crumbled carcass of a stag, glowing ever brighter and tinged with the hue of blood.
Barely did he lay eyes upon her than she gave voice to another call, challenging and defiant. The rumble in his chest deepened into a roaring call of his own, accepting her challenge even as she sprung upward. He was quickly in pursuit, passion lending his wings strength to defy the ground more rapidly than usual, spiraling up after the gleaming golden figure of the DragonHeart as she climbed ever higher, chasing the sun. It never occured to him to wonder how he would catch her, to doubt his abilities. There was only the burning, driving desire to finally, at last, have her fully.
