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Post by shaecayrn on Jan 5, 2018 1:30:39 GMT
The corners of her lips turned upwards at his politeness. Shimmer was not used to the charm that Connor used. He was the oddest mixture of polite and charming, but rather than arrogance he held a simple sort of confidence. It was daring and delightful all at the same time. His answer to her query made her all the more intrigued. It was just him? No company of men, no escort, not even a friend with him? Part of her immediately began to think of how she might be able to turn that into something that would be useful to her. A low rumble came from her, a purring sort of chuckle. ”That’s rather wonderful. If you succeed, it will be well received, and if you don’t, they need never know that you tried if you don’t wish it.” She grinned at him, her teeth flashing as her jaw opened slightly.
”That sounds all too alike to something I might do, were I hoping to win someone’s favor.” The dragoness was curious about who he wished to give such a gift as seeking out their livestock. Was it a noble woman of repute? A commoner that he simply wished to help? Did he have a lover, perhaps? The though of lovers brought the thought of physical touch, and briefly she remembered the flow of magic she had felt from him as his lips had brushed over her knuckles. Curiouser and curiouser. What power did he hold?
Her voice came quietly, polite without digging in an obvious answer, though the thoughtful and curious colors didn’t leave her eyes. ”It must be someone special, for you to go out of your way in such a manner. Admirable of you.” Her claws dug into the pile and pulled out a rough piece of garnet, the dark red glowing in the light of the fire, like a drop of blood. She smiled at the sight, and picked up a piece of onyx as well, placing them to one side as she debated what she might make out of them
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Post by Connor Lachesis on Jan 6, 2018 2:38:51 GMT
The man met her with a smile, one of his gloved fingers reading to tap his temple as he did so. Internally, however, he was poised. Ready. She, like himself, was an entirely different beast from the way she appeared. He had speculated as much from the moment she’d made her disruptive entrance back at the ball. “That’s the name of the game. You saw straight through me.” A quiet chuckle sounded from his throat as his hand felt away, once again disappearing as he clasped them neatly behind his back.
One of his brows rose, the trace of his smile lingering as the dragoness continued. His head tipped ever so slightly, almost a bow – a nod of agreement at her statement. “Some might say that’s what I’m up to. I don’t necessarily think trading favors is the same as seeking preference in that way, however.” In truth, it was more complicated. He’d always been one to favor black mail and equal exchange. Trading of favors – that was something that was usually restrained to his acquaintances, people such as the she-wolf Alvina, the leader of the Blood Rose pack. This entire endeavor with Solara… was different. It caused his chest to tighten, his actions guided by an urging he’d never quite felt before. He didn’t know what to make of it.
Eyes rising from the flames to regard her, he merely shrugged, his gaze lingering for a moment as if he were considering speaking on the matter further. Seeming to decide against it, he reverted to his previous thought. “Pardon if it is rude to ask… But your present form. At last I saw, you had a flare for such displays. But… I might’ve guessed that you’d have changed forms to greet me were it so simple…?” The question came lightly, not overly probing.
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Post by shaecayrn on Jan 6, 2018 3:33:16 GMT
She chuckled softly, obviously disagreeing, but there was no point in arguing it. Simply because she knew that the same tactics worked whether one sought favors from another or simply sought their liking, didn't mean it was the tactics he cared for or used. It was hard to tell if her eyes were focused upon him, or elsewhere, given their solid black color and lack of irises. But as he looked from the fire to her, her neck arched slightly, and her head tilted in anticipation of his continuation of their discussion. But instead of merely continuing, he came with a new question. One that she was unsure if she wished to answer.
Her tail slid one way and then the other before she stopped the tick of irritation. The sparks of color in her eyes shifted, a dangerous red sliding among them, and the contented gold disappearing. Her voice, still sultry, held an edge of danger within it, warning of the dangerous ground he had begun to walk upon. "Displays, Connor, are easy. They are parlor tricks with which to impress, or intimidate. They are... simple." In example, her wings lifted from her back, shadows spilling from underneath them, not unlike the shadowy display that she had done when she entered the ballroom. The shadows spilled forward with an appearance of creeping along like vines, slipping down her sides and along the ground, spreading outwards from her without even a spoken word. The shadows seemed to swallow up the light of the fire before they faded, slipping back to their proper places within the room. "But in the end, such illusions are simply that. Illusion."
Shimmer shifted, sending a few gems rattling down the pile she lay upon. "What I have achieved with this shape is so much more. The Dark Goddess has blessed me with success, Connor. This form is anything but an illusion." Her voice slid lower, into a warm whisper as her head slid toward him, her neck long and sinuous, arching into a different angle, her large head hovering within easy reach now. "If you do not believe such is possible, then touch me, and feel the solidness of my scales. Illusions of light and shadows cannot withstand the touch of another." Her invitation came almost in a whisper, eyes whirling quickly. Part of her shivered at the thought of being touched, but she could not back down after having spoken so.
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Post by Connor Lachesis on Jan 6, 2018 4:01:54 GMT
The word had caused a shift in her demeanor almost as quickly as it had fallen from his mouth. Were she a cat, her pelt might’ve bristled, the hairs rising away from one another as if repelled by the weight of the word. As it was, however, it was her eyes that reflected the greatest change. The voids of darkness seemed to shift, glowing with the hue of insult even as her tail flicked then still. Narrowly resisted his gut impulse to grasp at the hilt of one of his knives, in the place where they lingered on her back.
His jaw pressed together as her body shifted, feet braced firmly even as her wings rose, unleashing the torrent of shadow. It spilled from beneath her, spreading as the dark tendrils of smoke in a fire. His breathing slowed, shallowing, almost as if expecting the ink to fill his lungs and punish his breath. As it were, however, they went so far as dampening the fire, very nearly strangling it rather than him, before all at once withdrawing just as easily as they’d come.
The Commander’s lips pressed together momentarily, eyes surveying the vaulted cavern as if to make certain of their retreat. Slowly, he released a breath from his nose, one he hadn’t quite realized he’d held. It was then that the gems rattled down the pile, her large body beginning to move, neck arching closer to him.
He did not step away, even if his hands tightened from where they were clasped behind him. The warm leather of his gloves resised the motion Regarding her coolly, the Commander inclined his head once again. His dark eyes did not fall away as a subordinate, but lingered to hold her own, respectful as he did so. “My apologies for the offense.” The Immortal’s tone was warm, not the honeyed sweetness of hers, but soft. And as the words slipped free, oh how the thrill of a challenge tickle its way down his spine.
From the corner of his eye, he regarded the oil-like swirls of her scales. The faintest shimmers of purple, green, blue – each shown distinctly and yet with great subtlety in the warmth of the fire. Each hue beckoned for contact, even as her whispery dare lingered in his ears, ringing as if she had boomed it with a much greater volume. Slowly, his movements measured, he brought his hands before him. With small, defined tugs, he slipped the fingers of his gloved left hand free – the very hand she had healed – allowing the calloused flesh and faint halo of a scar at his palm to appear. Spreading his fingers, his glove clasped carefully in his opposite hand, he extended his palm. Slowly, carefully, through the air it went, until his skin pressed lightly, then with a firmness against the scales of his neck. With a brief drawing motion, he allowed his flesh to linger on the hardness of her scales, drinking in the warmth she seemed to emanate, before he drew it away. Unbeknownst, but not unexpectedly, the searing chill of his power would flare with the contact, and dim as he pulled back.
Finally allowing himself to take a step back, spreading the distance between them, he pulled his glove back on as his eyes hooded. “Your form is certainly a marvel to behold, Shimmer.” His voice came as a quiet rumble.
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Post by shaecayrn on Jan 7, 2018 4:23:11 GMT
She didn't quite realize that she was holding her breath as they stared at each other, allowing his apology to slip into her ears. The barest of shifts in her head acknowledged it as he finally brought his hands from behind his back, tugging the left glove off. The hand she had healed appeared, showing calluses, and a halo of a scar. Was that the injury that had damaged it so beyond the capability of healing? She never had told him the amount of power that it had taken to heal such a thing. Perhaps she never would. His hand reached out toward her, and Shimmer shifted slightly as his fingers pressed, oh so lightly against her neck. It was a strange feeling, but almost pleasant, particularly as the touch became firmer.
And then cold dread seeped into her, her eyes sparking with a different tone of red, with a panicked yellow. Such dread as she had only felt in the instant that she had thought she might die, that she might fail and become a twisted beast like what she had turned Ladon's colleague into. What... was this power? She felt it flexing within Connor, seeping into her scales and cooling the inner fires of this form, flaring, reaching...for what? But with it came a fear that she had experienced so rarely that it pulled her lips back from sharp teeth in anger. Was this what she had felt pulse from him when he had kissed her knuckles? What was its purpose? Was he doing it on purpose. Her claws shifted, digging into the gems and then into the stone with ease, a rumbling growl emanating from her chest as she struggled against the want to run and the want to lunge and eat the man that was somehow so dangerous to her. Her tail lashed behind her, sending gems rattling through the cavern.
But the dread faded as he withdrew, and her hearts, though they pounded slowed slightly. Her eyes, whirling with sparks, slowed, softening slightly as she regained control of her emotions. The snarl was harder to force away, but it was difficult to speak while she bared her teeth. Her wings mantled over her shoulders as she stared at him, and instinctive movement that caused her to look larger than she actually was. His compliment came, his voice a quiet rumble, almost a growl of its own, and she managed a draconian smile at Connor, her hearts loud enough to be heard in their triple-beat.
A growl lingered in her sultry tones as she nosed forward, though she did not move so far as to touch him again. "What... was that?" She sniffed at him, finding no sign of magic within him anymore, no surge of power swelling under his skin. "What did you do?" Her nostrils flared, shadows flexing under her in unconscious display.
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Post by Connor Lachesis on Jan 10, 2018 6:23:08 GMT
His eyes hooded as he moved to slip his glove back on, and yet he did not fail to glimpse her reaction. The fiery red, the searing yellow in her eye. Her teeth had flashed in the soft light of the fire, the ivory surfaces gleaming as knives ready to gain purchase on a fresh chunk of meat. Had he not seen similar reaction before – one toothy scar on his collarbone stood testament from a particular she-wolf – he might’ve recoiled. Instead, coolly, calmly, he maintained his composure.
Settling himself so he stood firmly on both of his feet, Connor’s eyes rose to regard her. One of his brows rose mildly, watching the shadows play beneath her wing. “What was what? I didn’t do anything.” Well, didn’t choose to do anything. That much was truth. The fingers of his gloved hand rose, wiggling slightly. “I wear these because I get chilled quite easily. I apologize for not warning you.” That was perhaps the lamest way to play it off. In a way, he was staring down the shaft of a spear, or down the blade of a sword. It was a thrill for her to have sensed the ability. Keeping the secret at bay, withholding that last, critical piece of information – that was merely a game. A cherry on the proverbial cake for him, as he engaged in the game of interaction, of chess, with her. And yet, it was also a risk. She had the ability to press it – likely to force it from him. Or to simply kill him, if she wished…
And yet, the Commander had the seeking suspicion she too found pleasure in such games. Clearing his throat, he sought to change the subject before she could press forward. “When did you last feed? Might you want to hunt when we go out?”
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Post by shaecayrn on Jan 11, 2018 5:23:27 GMT
A low rumble came from her at his bland innocence, fury rising at his blatant lie. If that wasn't an act than she would eat one of her own razor sharp claws. He was wonderfully calm and composed about it all, despite her teeth being only inches from him. She took a deep breath, searching for the sensation of magic, willing it to bubble to the surface once again. Her focus was such that it seemed as though she was attempting to peer into his soul. The deep breath came through though, tugging air pasted him and into nostrils that, though delicate for her size, were still large when compared to him. Ebony eyes stilled their sparks as she studied him, jaws parting slightly, much as felines did to taste the air around them. In came his scent as the strongest thing. Male, mixed with travel and outdoors, the murk of the mire, his horse... And underneath it all, copper, iron. Blood.
Saliva started gathering, the urge to open her jaws and bite down to feel his blood spill across her tongue coming to the forefront of her mind, instinct pushing forward along side the urge to push him for a more direct answer. Moments later, she exhaled, her breath carrying again that spicy, cinnamon like scent with it as it whooshed over him. Her smile returned, an amused, seductive tone to her murmur as she spoke once again. "In time, I will have an answer, Connor. You and I both know that what I just felt was not the chill of your hands. Though in comparison to me, they are quite cool." With a small snort, a sound that some how came with a playful, content golden spark that began to whirl in her gaze.
Abruptly, she pushed her nose forward, nudging against his stomach and pushing him roughly. She lifted slightly with it, to push him off the ground as well, trusting that his warrior training would keep him from being harmed by such a move. Lightly, she chuckled as she withdrew, allowing the subject change to stand. "Most likely, I will hunt. Now that you mention it, I am a bit hungry. While gems are beautiful, they are not good sustenance." She shifted slightly, wings settling against her back and her eyes keeping that playful spark continuing to whirl within her gaze. "Darkness will fall soon, and then the Mother of Shadows will hide us well from the view of those we don't wish to see." She chuckled softly once again.
With that, she seemed to return to a business attitude briefly. "Tell me, Connor. How well do you think you could ride through the sky?" It was the first true hint of just how she would be transporting him.
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Post by Connor Lachesis on Jan 11, 2018 6:08:16 GMT
The deep rumbling of her chest practically wracked the walls of the cavern for the suspense it caused him. Still, he kept the look of composure carefully written across his features, not about to slip after trying his lie. Blinking at her, his breaths slowed at the wave of cinnamon that rushed over him at her flaring nostrils. His hands folded together neatly as he stayed like that - regarding her, staring her down for each second as she seemed to decide how to... deal with him.
With a final rush of air, her scaly lips drew away to reveal her sizeable, sharp teeth. In time, I will have an answer, Connor. Her words sounded with the confidence of a promise, something that he similarly employed. It prompted his lips to start to draw back from his own teeth in a kind of smirk. At once, the look faded as she nudged forward. Had she pressed with a greater force, she might've pressed some air from his lungs. At once, reflexively, the muscles of his stomach tightened against her force. One his gloved hands came up, ready to press off of her snout. His other – that limb very nearly dropped to his waist, wondering if she'd suffered a change of heart.
Very quickly, away from the ground his feet went. Like a cat, it was in the air that his body twisted to keep itself right. Her jaws did not open – he did not draw his knife. His foot met the ground again. Dancing backward, he caught himself on first one foot, then the other, head tilting as he regarded her. With that display, it seemed she'd granted him a reprieve, something which he hoped could remain permanent on the topic of his icy touch.
Straightening his spine, he spoke as if she hadn’t just tossed him backward. "Gems... seem more useful to pick one's teeth with, like a bones. A little hard to swallow, I'd imagine." He chuckled to himself, allowing his posture to relax again slowly as he drew his body closer to the fire again. He regarded her from behind those flames, his brows rising when she then supplied one of the more interesting tidbits of the night. The sky? So her veiled entrendre earlier... His eyes practically sparked with an intensity to meet her own, though he at once hit the glimmer beneath hooded eyelids. Even so, he practically grinned that mischievous, boyish grin again. "I'd fancy well enough to not fall to my premature death… Though I can’t say I’ve been among the clouds before." His eyes rose to meet hers as he finished speaking.
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Post by shaecayrn on Jan 11, 2018 22:53:04 GMT
She chuckled gently, claws running through the pile of precious stones she lay upon. Connor approached the flames once more as she spoke, and by the time he had reached where it was comfortably, warm, he was answering her, his lips tilting up into that mischievous, boyish grin. His eyes met hers without hesitation, and for the first time, Shimmer felt something that she hadn't realized she enjoyed. Anticipation. It had been long weeks since she had transformed, and she had become more and more lonely. There was nobody that wanted to share this fascinating form with her. Ladon disapproved, convinced that she would bring doom upon his kind, and though her flight had finally began to smooth into something more natural, she had nobody to share it with. It was part of what had dared her to consider allowing Connor to ride along with her. He was a man that was not afraid of a little danger, of confronting such head on.
Any man that could stand firm in the face of a snarling dragon deserved a bit of respect anyway.
She grinned at him, her voice holding a sort of awe to it that took her arrogance down a notch. "Truly? Perhaps that is a thing that should change then.” Her claws moved back among the pile of rocks, plucking out a small piece of onyx and a chunk of pearlescent moonstone.. It only took a few moments before the two gems were blended in a delicate swirl of shimmering color and black. A murmur put a delicate, magical gleam to it, a sort of glow within. At the same moment she placed a tracker spell within the stone. Moments later she offered a nine-faceted gem to Connor.
”Just in case, keep this on you. I will be able to find you through it. After we are finished, the spell will wear off, but keep the gem. It would do well for a pommel stone in a blade.” She waited for him to take the gem, and the shifted, rising from her pile of gems and stepping onto the dark stone floor of the cavern. ”It won’t be long before we are in the air. I suggest you find where is most comfortable and secure upon me, Connor.” She crouched then bringing herself to an easier height to climb up. She even thoughtfully offered one sturdy leg as a stepping stone.
At first glance it would seem as though the gap in her spines at the base of her neck would be best to sit upon, but Shimmer reminded herself to be patient. Perhaps there was elsewhere he would rather be. So long as it wasn’t her head, she was relatively confident she could carry him easily.
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Post by Connor Lachesis on Jan 14, 2018 22:32:46 GMT
Her words came as confirmation to the hint she'd offered, causing his smile to linger as a small twist of a smirk. To take to the skies, to fly in a way far beyond the galloping strides of the painted mare - he felt an almost child-like thrill at the prospect.
Giving him little opportunity to react, Connor watched as she collected the gems, his eyes widening with a kind of appreciation as the pair began to shine, before they merged with the air of magic. He admired it, if he preferred a more direct approach. (Perhaps that was a preference borne from his own lack of choice, given the way his own power worked.) As she offered him the little gem, he slowly brought out a cupped palm to receive it. Only as the weight of the stone settled against his glove did his expression shift, his smile coming across as more enigmatic as he examined the surface - the ripples of black, and gleaming, snowy rainbow. No matter how practical, for what purpose… it was a tracking charm. He was ever suspicious on that front, regardless of how temporary it was. Making a mental note to consider what to do with it later, perhaps burying it somewhere safe, he nodded and safely tucked the gem away in a pocket. "Fair enough. Though I don’t well intend to get lost this time around.” He didn’t punctuate the comment with a wink or a smirk, but a small, thoughtful smile. And if she intended to – well, then they’d both have another thing coming. She, mischievous as she was, didn’t strike him as plotting on that front, in those moments.
A nod was prompted with her mention of situating themselves, her large form slowly crouching thereafter, her leg offered even before he approached.. His look shifted a little as he moved to meet her then, the Commander's dark eyes surveying her briefly. The spot she'd considered, perched safely at the base of her neck between the spines, would grant ample opportunity to grab spines which could be used as a horse's mane, or a tree branch for climbing. It also gave him the best vantage point, and the easiest recovery should he slip. He didn’t prefer the idea of riding any farther back, where it might be difficult to keep himself secure. With that decided, it was with the confidence of mounting a horse and not an overly large serpent-woman that he used her offered leg to lift his body into place. Shifting, arranging his weight so he was secure and comfortable, he tentatively reached to hold the nearest spines – not as makeshift reins, but to keep his balance. With no saddle – ah, his feet found an easy grasp along the muscle of her shoulder. “Is this alright for you Shimmer?” He questioned, himself content, but not wanting to cause her discomfort.
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Post by shaecayrn on Jan 16, 2018 4:42:46 GMT
The gem was a precaution, nothing more, but Shimmer had lied about the duration of the spell. Stones could hold a tracking spell for quite some time. Part of her knew that Connor simply wouldn’t risk it. The charm would end up somewhere that he was not worried about her finding, undoubtedly. One couldn’t blame her for trying, if nothing else. She waited patiently as Connor came over, looking at her back. It felt odd, his stepping up and climbing up to the gap between her spines. It didn’t hurt, in fact she barely felt the pressure. For all of their sinuous flexibility, it seemed her scales might be tougher than she had thought.
She turned her head slightly to keep Connor in her preferal vision, her tail slipping back and forth behind her like an irritated feline's. Part of her delighted in his boldness to dare join her in the skies, a place that a man such as himself would never have reached without somebody such as her. She watched him settle into the gap between the spines, could feel him grip her spines, though it was obviously to steady himself. And then his feet settled, bracing against her shoulder muscle.
His voice came moments later, and her head nodded slightly. "It is comfortable enough for me. But we'll see..." She rose to her feet, shifting on her clawed paws and flaring her wings to see whether his seat would interfere in her movement. It didn't, though he would easily be able to feel the flex of her muscles. "Would you be more comfortable if you had something to hold you on besides your hands? I have rope... somewhere around here." She looked at him for confirmation or denial before continuing on. "Any other concerns? It should be dark enough now that I can at least for for a quick hunt."
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Post by Connor Lachesis on Jan 28, 2018 3:13:25 GMT
He watched as she cast him the observant glance, feeling her body shift ever so slightly as her tail lashed. In a way, it was also reminiscent of the subtle shifts the paint mare made when he shifted in his saddle. And yet, in this case, there was no such thing; only the fabric of his pants would obstruct her back. Heat emanated from her large body in waves, her scales firm beneath him. He hoped the warmth would be enough, beyond his jacket, to keep him comfortable once they were skyward. Connor grasped a spine with a little more firmness as she shifted, her wings flaring. Fortunately, the move did little to dislodge his feet. The lashing of wind - he adjusted his grip, trusting it.
Then came her query, for she was clearly thinking the same thing he was. "I feel comfortable as I am. Though, it might allow you to fly with greater speed if I made certain I was secure." The saddle for the paint would be far from fitting her. He, too, had rope in his pack. But then, if he did lash himself in place, it was likely he'd impede the movement of her legs, or of her neck, without some sort of intricate rigging. After a moment, he shrugged. "Don't worry about it. I'll make certain I hold on tight." He'd just have to duck in and keep a firm hold...
Bowing his head, he nodded toward the entrance of her tunnel.
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Post by shaecayrn on Jan 28, 2018 18:16:56 GMT
Her triple hearts thrummed an excited rhythm in her chest as he shifted, ever so slightly, with her movements. His answer came, his voice, as ever, confident, telling her not to worry, and that he would hold on tightly. She hoped so. It wasn’t that she wouldn’t try to rescue him from death, but she had no way to guarantee that she could. The dragoness let out a throaty hum, almost a purr as she thought over the problem. Her magic would be the solution. She could bind him to her with the very air around her if it got to be too rough a ride. But his feet felt solid and his grip frim. It was time to go.
Carefully, her wings folded once again, the soft hide rustling around Connor as she began moving up the tunnel that lead out. Her movements were flexible, more reminiscent of a feline than a horse, almost slinking along rather than just walking. Her tail rasped along the stone, claws ticking softly on the stone. With her excitement, the heat she radiated only seemed to grow. Perhaps it wasn’t the most comfortable for him, but she knew once they were in the sky, he would not object to it. They passed the terrified paint mare left in the entrance to the cave, and Shimmer ignored her even though she let out a pitiful sound of fear. The smell of the mare’s fear she savored though, bitter and laced by blood. Without hesitation she stepped into the dusk. The ebony of her scales along her back seemed to absorb all of the light that hit her, which was fading fast into twilight. She murmured as she walked, and where no path for a creature her size was, a path appeared.
trees shifting to allow her through. It was a short, swift walk, that brought them to a clearing big enough for her to land and takeoff in. Her neck stretched upwards for a moment, wings flaring as she crouched, muscles bunching to spring. This would be one of the moments Connor would be likely to fall. Eyes whirled with excited sparks as she twisted her head to look at him. Words fell from her lips in draconic, a rough, growling sort of language, and the man would feel air tighten around him in bands, lashing his legs into place and one wrapping around his waist. The magical binding glowed a faint, pulsating blue.
That done, her head turned back to the sky, and his only warning for her takeoff was the bunching muscles of her hindquarters and the extra flare of her wings. Moments later, air rushed over them both as she launched herself skywards. The initial moments of flight were rough, filled with the up and down bouncing that came with her straining for height, wings pumping hard. This only lasted a few moments before her flight abruptly leveled out, legs and wings becoming still, save for the small shifts as she steered through the air. Fathomless eyes, still sparking, looked back to check on her passenger before she grinned at him, the toothy smile dangerous and yet filled with the glee of a child discovering something new. Her wings pumped again and she clawed for more height until they were well above the trees. The she banked lightly to one side slipping through the air as a fish would through water.
As she leveled out once more, her head twisted back once again, warmth radiating from her only to be whisked away by the wind. Her voice louder here, but whisked by him on the same wind. ”You still pleased with this idea, Connor?” She grinned at him once more as she listened to his answer and then laughed, the sound one of joy as she moved through the skies. But it was time for business along with play, and she required food. Her eyes searched the woods below for anything worth eating and it took only moments before she found a deer grazing in a meadow along the edges of the Mire. She gave Connor a brief warning before diving, her wings folded almost against her back. Just before it seemed she wouldn’t manage to pull out of it in time, her wings flared an there was a solid thump as her claws grasped the deer, head bending down on the back of the creatures neck to still its struggles, even as her hind paws gained purchase upon the ground.
Warm, copper and iron spread across her tongue, and the rumbling growl that came from her was all animal. The bands that were had helped to secure Connor disappeared, and she looked back at him. ”Do you need food, Connor?” Though her tone was polite, there was an animal growl underneath it, a possessiveness over food that a normal person would not have. Blood dripped from her jaws as she looked back at her passenger, one leg lifting in offer for him to dismount if he wished.
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