Post by kevna on Jul 13, 2021 20:35:06 GMT -5
Tak'ril - Bronze Agureyth
It was almost as if there was a change in the air, like static moving through and hitting him. His eyebrows rose from where he whittled on his bed, his eyes seeking out the bronze who slumbered peacefully, unaware of the feelings arising in him. Desire-no lust-pure unadulterated lust. He let out a groan, dropping the wood he whittled and the knife to the side of his bed. He had felt this before of course, he knew what it was.
Sularenth rises. His bronze’s interested voice rippled through his mind, but did nothing to distill the mounting need he felt. He looked to see the dragon still in his curled position, head tilted. He was too young to rise, right? The fear of that thought shredded as desire overtook him. There was no rule against him bedding a woman now that Agureyth was old enough, but Tak’ril had never taken a woman to bed. This was not how he wanted to do it. He took steadying breaths, trying to control the need, and he growled, standing up and pacing his weyr. He hungered for flesh, and felt dirty at the same time. His hands balled into fists, and for a moment he headed for the door, intent on fulfilling the need. Then anger ripped through him, and from without he heard a roar.
He twirled around, and found Agureyth’s eyes whirled yellow, orange, and… white? Danger? “What is it?” He gritted out, praying to Faranth it wasn't thread. It wasn't the right time, and dragons didn't mate during thread... Right? For a moment his dragon said nothing.
Zalmaranth rises as well. Tak’ril felt every muscle in his body freeze, he didn’t even breathe. Anger, lust, and his dragon’s fear now thrummed through every area of his body. It felt like an eternity, with nothing happening. He felt tempted to leave again, though his intention would be to see what occurred, he wasn't sure his intentions were all that pure. Suddenly keening broke out, filling the weyr, and Tak’ril was freed from his frozen state as the mourning hit him like falling rocks. Shards. He sat down shakily on his bed, the desire he had felt lessened by the mourning his bonded emitted. Manageable, yet still there.
“Who? Which one?” He rasped, almost panting from all the exertion he had placed upon himself. He knew that sound all to well, and the shock of the outcome rocked through him. Zalmaranth. She is gone. The morose voice almost whispered. He tried to break from the desire smog, sending waves of comfort to the dragonet, feeling chilled and heated all at the same time. He couldn’t leave to dip into the ocean. He wasn’t sure who he could bump into, and if he had the restraint to not give in to the mating lust. Shards, is this what it would be like if Agureyth rose to chase? Or would it be even worse? Because if so, he didn’t know if he was strong enough to forego the pleasures of the flesh when Agureyth did rise to chase. He didn’t think he’d want to.
