Post by Taxx on Apr 13, 2022 2:24:38 GMT -5
Vitra of blue Tucseth
He was going to suffer for this later, Vitra knew, but containing him at this point was like reining in a wild herdbeast. All she could do was hang on as the blue threw everything he had into one last push, winging his way past Tellamuth and Amagetith with only feet to spare and flashing across the finish line just ahead of the white dragon. Just far enough that he knew for certain he'd won.
Gamath's bugle was echoed by Tuceth's roar at his achievement and he swerved, with obviously labored wingbeats, to push himself above the cliffs and over the crowd, eyes whirling a rapid blue. Pride flooded him as he cast a glance back at the others, smug and all too willing to brag. I told you, Amagetith. You're not faster than me. Tellamuth's congratulations was answered by a toss of his head and a satisfied rumble. I flew better. Better than all of you. I'm the best.
Vitra couldn't win- if Tucseth lost, he sulked; if he won, he boasted. Still, she supposed a happy Tucseth was better than an upset one. She grinned and waved back at Joia, acknowledging her praise, and then patted her blue. Land, you stubborn creature, before you crash and hurt yourself.
It wasn't a bad idea. His wings hurt. The blue's landing was rougher than normal, stumbling as he hit the ground a bit too fast and hard; his chest heaved with gasping breaths and his wings sagged the moment he was still, too sore even to hold them up. Vitra undid the buckles and slid down the dragon's side, circling to rest her hands on Tucseth's nose. You pushed yourself too hard.
But I won! I told them I would and I did. Tucseth wasn't about to let anything ruin his moment of glory, basking in the glow of success at pulling off coming in first.
He was going to suffer for this later, Vitra knew, but containing him at this point was like reining in a wild herdbeast. All she could do was hang on as the blue threw everything he had into one last push, winging his way past Tellamuth and Amagetith with only feet to spare and flashing across the finish line just ahead of the white dragon. Just far enough that he knew for certain he'd won.
Gamath's bugle was echoed by Tuceth's roar at his achievement and he swerved, with obviously labored wingbeats, to push himself above the cliffs and over the crowd, eyes whirling a rapid blue. Pride flooded him as he cast a glance back at the others, smug and all too willing to brag. I told you, Amagetith. You're not faster than me. Tellamuth's congratulations was answered by a toss of his head and a satisfied rumble. I flew better. Better than all of you. I'm the best.
Vitra couldn't win- if Tucseth lost, he sulked; if he won, he boasted. Still, she supposed a happy Tucseth was better than an upset one. She grinned and waved back at Joia, acknowledging her praise, and then patted her blue. Land, you stubborn creature, before you crash and hurt yourself.
It wasn't a bad idea. His wings hurt. The blue's landing was rougher than normal, stumbling as he hit the ground a bit too fast and hard; his chest heaved with gasping breaths and his wings sagged the moment he was still, too sore even to hold them up. Vitra undid the buckles and slid down the dragon's side, circling to rest her hands on Tucseth's nose. You pushed yourself too hard.
But I won! I told them I would and I did. Tucseth wasn't about to let anything ruin his moment of glory, basking in the glow of success at pulling off coming in first.