Post by Ghost of Fire (Fëanáro) on May 15, 2014 7:42:24 GMT -8
3076.07.04 | Early Afternoon (tag: Serah)
The sea was sparkling. Even now, in the middle of winter, the sun was on the hot side of warm and the sky was cloudless. The sky wasn’t empty though. Not on such a beautiful day.
A draconic bugle, twining under a human’s excited whoop, split through the sounds of the sea, as a moving creature of fire (or so it would seem to anyone watching) dove downwards at the sea, before leveling out scant inches from the water, wings spread wide. Nearing the shore, the RR Flame dragon darted back up, though his falcon-esque wings made it take more work than it might otherwise have.
Gathering momentum, the dragon performed a series of corkscrew-backflips, each carrying him further from the shoreline. Abruptly, he snapped out of the middle of one of the flips, uncoiling and mock-striking the thin air, snapping his teeth closed as if on an opponent. About a second later, a practice arrow went sailing off to the side, compliments of the rider’s bow.
Not bad T’karMine!
Could have been a little faster though, T’kar commented, patting Ancalanath’s neck. What say we do it again?
Agreed!
Mighty wings beat the air, flashing like airborn fire, pushing Ancalanath even further up, until the ocean was almost like a distant gem.
“Now,” T’kar whispered to himself, feeling the shift as Ancalanath turned slightly in preparation for the dive, knowing on some deep level, what Ancalanath was about to do. It was a game they’d played often, until Ancalanath did not need to tell his rider what was coming. The game paid off again, simultaneously with T’kar’s whispered word, Ancalanath dove.
The sea was sparkling. Even now, in the middle of winter, the sun was on the hot side of warm and the sky was cloudless. The sky wasn’t empty though. Not on such a beautiful day.
A draconic bugle, twining under a human’s excited whoop, split through the sounds of the sea, as a moving creature of fire (or so it would seem to anyone watching) dove downwards at the sea, before leveling out scant inches from the water, wings spread wide. Nearing the shore, the RR Flame dragon darted back up, though his falcon-esque wings made it take more work than it might otherwise have.
Gathering momentum, the dragon performed a series of corkscrew-backflips, each carrying him further from the shoreline. Abruptly, he snapped out of the middle of one of the flips, uncoiling and mock-striking the thin air, snapping his teeth closed as if on an opponent. About a second later, a practice arrow went sailing off to the side, compliments of the rider’s bow.
Not bad T’karMine!
Could have been a little faster though, T’kar commented, patting Ancalanath’s neck. What say we do it again?
Agreed!
Mighty wings beat the air, flashing like airborn fire, pushing Ancalanath even further up, until the ocean was almost like a distant gem.
“Now,” T’kar whispered to himself, feeling the shift as Ancalanath turned slightly in preparation for the dive, knowing on some deep level, what Ancalanath was about to do. It was a game they’d played often, until Ancalanath did not need to tell his rider what was coming. The game paid off again, simultaneously with T’kar’s whispered word, Ancalanath dove.