the wonders I've seen [ Muraaph's flight ]

[Kat]

When I’dou wiggled out of Ros’n’s arms, the older woman relented. The girl’s outburst made Ros’n understand that she was not wanted, and while she was deeply hurt by the action, Ros’n did not want to force herself on the other girl. Ros’n was forceful, but she was not going to violate a girl who did not want to be violated. Ros’n was aggressive and sexually forwards, but even in her current state of consuming eroticism, Ros’n kept herself under control enough to release I’dou, even though she did so with her lips pulled into a sad frown. Ros’n gasped, her mouth open and small, before she turned towards the winglet.
”I’m sorry. I didn’t mean to hurt you, but you’re missing out terribly.”
Ros’n sighed, but she did not push the issue any further. She did not want to press the winglet into any sexual situations in which she did not want to be a part of. Ros’n believed in the mutual joy of sex, which to a woman who had not realized she did not like men until long after her sexual awakening, meant the pleasure of her partner. So, Ros’n could not imagine forcing someone, even being too aggressive towards someone, who did not want her. Such an action completely negated the way that she viewed her own relationship with sex.

The altercation between M’ari and A’re did not interest Ros’n, but it did distract her for enough time to force her attention to lazily dart elsewhere. There was B’oone, standing by the door, my, he was large. She had never noticed before, but now she did. He was exactly the kind of man she found the least attractive. She could not understand why women found him attractive. Sure, she had flirted with him before, but that was only to see if he would engage with her appearance, but she had never thought of him as attractive or as so large. He was much to square and straight. Ros’n liked bodies. She liked curves. She liked flesh, and B’oone possessed none of those attributes. T’an was there too, even though Ros’n could barely see him, and she thought he was much prettier. He was the kind of man that was effeminate enough to please Ros’n sensibilities.

And when Ros’n turned back, the winglet was gone, and in the girl’s place was M’ari. The displacement was disorienting and disappointing, and Ros’n’s mouth inadvertently twisted into a large, dramatic pout. She twitched her eyebrows together.
”But M’ari, I did let her go.”
Ros’n whined, and as her large, green eyes scanned the man over, she decided that he was not that unattractive at all. He was male, of course, but his hair was long enough and his face effeminate enough, that Ros’n could just pretend. And then she could show off for him. She was quite good at showing off in bed. Christ, her mother had spent years teaching Ros’n to seduce and to play out her promises as well. She plucked herself into a tall position, and her body automatically shifted forwards, so that her chest was heaved towards M’ari. the posture was obvious, but the movement was slow enough that the movement was not too terribly clear.
”And now you need to find me a replacement.”
She demanded, and her tone of voice expressed that she would be perfectly happy accepting him as a possible partner. She was, in fact, almost smotheringly forwards, as she heaved her chest towards her male friend, one was not even attracted to enough to justify the behavior.

[Kilnarak]

A're did not see the second red-rider approaching, even after the man was nearly right infront of him - he was too intent upon trying to pull away from M'ari. He did, however, notice the other green-rider going tense as he noticed K'huna, and he took the opportunity provided by it to resume his struggle to yank free of M'ari's grip. He didn't want to be out here, there was no reason to be out here, not when everyone else was in the inn, waiting for him, wanting for him... The slighter green-rider loosed another rough growl before tugging hard against M'ari's grip - he was rewarded by abruptly being loosed, as at that moment K'huna had struck M'ari and sent him reeling away. A're himself staggered back a few paces, nearly falling as his momentum away was no longer needed. He caught himself, however, saved from falling by a post driven not far from the tavern - intended to tether horses, it was suitable enough to rest his weight against a moment.

He had to pause for a brief moment where he had come to rest against the tethering post, regaining his bearings and catching his breath. He needed to go back to the tavern, didn't he? He needed to get back to the others... Or perhaps he didn't. It was just as he was pushing away from the post, ready to return, that he became aware of the third red-rider. K'huna was standing so close, so abruptly, that it was a wonder he hadn't noticed him. The red-rider's suddenly-noticed presence riveted him in place - but he didn't affect the tense freeze that M'ari had, rather he gazed appraisingly up at the taller man. Desire burned in his warm brown gaze as his eyes swept over the Wingletmaster's strong frame, only flaring all the hotter because he knew K'huna from Muraaph's first flight; he knew what the man could do, and of course it didn't hurt that, without that near-constant scowl marring his features, he was rather attactive (of course, at the moment, A're found nearly everyone incredibly attractive).

And then A're's gaze snapped abruptly to the red-rider's hand as the man reached for him. K'huna touched him so delicately, like he was something infinitely fragile. The Wingletmaster's fingers brushed across his cheek, sword calluses rough against his skin. He couldn't bring himself to care about it, however - it wasn't a discomfort, and the sensation was intriguing as well as something he remembered. A're reached up and caught the larger man's wrist, turning his face into the touch and exploring K'huna's palm with his lips - it seemed like the thing to do at the time. He enjoyed the sensation, he liked the texture of the man's skin, the faint salt taste of it, it was intoxicating.

Distracted thus, A're was not aware of M'ari slinking away. Truly, he likely wasn't even aware of the others inside who waited for him, or exactly where he was. His world had narrowed down to include only himself, the warm body so close to his, and the heady tonic of desire that Muraaph fed him through their bond.

[Birdy]

[/b] T’an trilled, looking up at the greenrider and smiling happily. It was nice to feel the greenrider’s body under his fingers again. Sure he noticed Ros’n, she looked so pretty….but M’ari was closer, maybe if she came closer he’d be more interested. For now, he just clung quite tightly to Ma’ri’s waist.



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[zeis]

The flight was nearing its end, he could tell. The green lady was slowing, losing stamina from all her mad dashes and false starts through the air. He did not take his eyes off her to check the progress of the other suitors, but he could hear their wingbeats, and whats more feel their challenging tenacious minds all around his own. Some were tiring too, but fighting doggedly on. The muscles of his own wings had begun to burn slightly, but it was a pain that dulled in comparison with his need.

That painful tensions of emotions had started at the beginning of the flight, as it always did, but it had building a short while ago. He was unsure of its cause, and frankly did not care. All that mattered was the emerald jewel soaring along ahead and slightly beneath him. Somewhere far away and unimportant, his rider was stepping closer to a man he couldn't identify, and Canph's wings beat a little bit faster. The emotions spurred by a distant embrace bringing that barely controlled surge of greed to its breaking point. This was his opportunity. This was his chance.

Canph gave one final powerful beat of his wings, and answered Muraaph's slowly weakening song with a crow of renewed vigor. He surged forward past the two other reds, and the two blues that had been slowly but steadily catching up. His front claws reached out greedily, toes splayed and talons brought to bear. His back feet clawed eagerly at the air, as if running mid-flight would somehow speed him up. The distance between him and the smaller green steadily closed, while the hungry predatory look in the red's brown eyes blazed to greater heights.

She was so beautiful, and so cruel. How could she have evaded them for so long? Teased them so? It strengthened his resolve even more in those few lasting seconds as his claws reached out to grasp at her emerald feathers. She had run him ragged, but she was worthy of the attention. He was worthy, of her attention. And he did not intend to let some other male claim her. He got a firm hold on her, and flared his wings to carry them up and away from the ground. It would be an even greater crime to allow such a hard-won treasure to slip out of his grasp. No, this was it, she had been caught. She was his. As they rose, he shrieked a cry of triumph and warning to his defeated rivals. A cry that gradually transformed into a joyous song.

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M'ari, unfortunately, was no longer feeling in the most romantic of moods. Because being punched in the face will do that to you. So, when confronted by Ros'n's considerable assets, he simply stared blankly, his mouth slightly parted. Far away in the corner's of his mind, a much skeevier part of him started demanding action, some charming witty comment. As it what, what came out was a slightly uncomfortable, "Uhhh, a replacement?"

Smooth. Valenph commented lightly. The greenrider didn't have time to retort to that either, or do much searching for a replacement before arms locked around his waist. He jumped, thinking it was of course K'huna, who had followed him inside and decided maybe a punch to the jaw wasn't good enough, and was now attempting to break him in half. Who it actually turned out to be was much worse. His bright green eyes widened, and he looked more unprepared for the situation than ever.

"... T'an!" He finally managed, and struggled to smile, as he threw a companionable arm over the smaller rider's shoulders, while trying to disentangle him from his waist with the other. "Enjoying yourself? I should probably go, I'm sure you and Ros'n have some catching up to do..."

[Kat]

Wegmeph continued to chase Muraaph. She was being so elusive, so difficult to catch, and then Canph won, grabbing the green and taking her accordingly, and Wegmeph relaxed, the passion still coursing through him, but his body losing speed. He did not need to work now. He could just allow the passion to wash through him, just as it tore through his rider in tight waves. Ros’n felt the power of the lust infuse into her body, and it shook her to her core. She wanted M’ari to approach her. She wanted M’ari to want her enough to act, and when he did not, Ros’n felt disappointed and rejected. It was a sad feeling, and it was a feeling which was intensified by Wegmeph’s own rejection, his own failure as a male, and Ros’n disliked it most immensely. She tried to ignore the feeling, the scorn, but it trickled through her mind and her heart regardless of her attempts to keep it otherwise. She would just have to try a bit harder to entice her friend. She moved closer, which placed her body against his, so that the parts of her body that protruded from her frame pressed against his own body. She was not sure how she felt about the other blue rider coming into her proximity, but then she decided that the more people, the merrier. And besides, the blue rider was almost a woman himself, she decided. He was male, of course, but he was not decidedly so.

Ros’n draped her own arm around T’an’s shoulders, while she kept one arm touching M’ari, but after a few minutes, she released the both of them, so that she could reposition her body. She turned her head towards T’an, and she moved slowly, inching towards T’an’s face, as she leaned in for a kiss. But Ros’n was not about to allow M’ari to go, either. Ros’n needed to know that M’ari wanted her, and she was going to make sure that he desired her. If he did not, then in her own mind, she could not justify her attempts to seduce him unless it had an outcome, unless it reached a goal. Otherwise, she was attacking a creature that she did not want to eat, so to speak, without a reason for the activity, and that, in some ways, was quite cruel. Her hand fished around near M’ari, before her fingers gripped the waist of his pants. She pulled him closer, using only his pants, while she allowed her fingers to grope frantically around the top of his pants in a promise of more action. Wegmeph might end the night without any catch or any passion, but Ros’n had already decided that she was not going to end her night the same way. She was a creature with more prowess than her simourv, her stiff, stern simourv, and she expected to be rewarded for her openness, her friendliness, and her flirtatiousness.