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Post by Fiona on Aug 30, 2009 9:37:09 GMT -7
Fiona sank down into her chair, glass of wine in hand. She flexed her wings and rolled her neck to release some of the tension. She'd been flying hither-thither for several hours now, and though she didn't mind working as it usually kept her mind off of her normally dark and somewhat depressing thoughts. Fiona sighed. She really did dwell too much on the past, she knew this. She just couldn't help it no matter how hard she tried. Luckily the work she'd been doing had kept her right busy and she hadn't had any time to brood. Perhaps that was the key to my happiness, she thought bitterly. Just keep so busy that you can't feel the stinging hole where your powers used to be. Piece of cake.
But as Fiona sat there...the longer she sat there...the harder it was to find the simple pleasure in the lack of pressure on her feet or her wings, the subtle taste of the wine she drank, the quiet of the room around her. The longer she sat, the more she lost her thoughts to the darkness that always waited in the wings, to drag her down into a pit of despair.
Not wanting to lose herself entirely to it, she sprang to her feet, took to the air, and was off again. There has to be something to do somewhere, I'll go see if THE GOD needs help.
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Post by Tyme Harlem on Aug 30, 2009 19:30:44 GMT -7
Tyme sniffed at the ground with his nose firmly pressed against the tightly packed dirt. He had shapeshifted into a wolf for the time being, just to snoop around and not look so weird using his senes like he was now. His paws stepped softly on the ground, body bouncing everytime the pads of his toes touched the earth. He wasn't out looking for anything in particular, and he only had a faint idea of where he was. The place reeked of some kind of angel being, and he got the faintest whiff of wine blowing in his direction. Ty shook his head and wrinkled his nose, quickly reaching his paw up as though he was going to wipe away the smell. His ears whirled forward when he heard something take flight and he looked up to the sky, eager to meet the wine-drinking creature.
Waving his large canine head side to side he got a good look of where he was, and quickly spotted an opening between two clusters of trees. His trained eye led him into that spot, and he was given a little more clearing then before. Now, what to be.. something that flies, obviously, he thought to himself, sitting on his hindquarters. His ears perked and he jumped to his feet once again, springing into the air and quickly changing shape into a medium sized european dragon. He figured he might as well be something with power if he was approaching a stranger. His wings spread out about 14 feet on either side, body twice as long. His black scales were glittering in the hot sun, talons hanging loose behind him. He swiveled his wings like a bees to propel himself, and soon he was raising almost vertical towards the atmosphere. He leveled himself out at a reasonable height, catching glimpse of something with large white wings taking flight like he was. He turned his whole body to the side, like a plane tilting its wings, and turned sharply to the right, facing the figure. Grumbling from deep in his throat he let out a mild roar, letting the wind carry it. Dropping his head to be level with his shoulder blades he waited, staying a good distance back from the being. |
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Post by Fiona on Aug 31, 2009 17:55:21 GMT -7
Fiona, offput by the roar the wind carried, whirled around readying her bow and arror, not really expecting anything to be there. She was somewhat surprised to find a rather large dragon standing there. But it's eyes, she thought, they seem too aware to be a normal dragon's.
She lowered her bow, quirked her head to the side and looked at the creature. It didn't appear to mean any harm, in fact, it looked downright curious...if dragons could manage such a thing. This one certainly was.
Fiona flew over and stopped on a hover a few feet from the creature. Bow still strung, but pointed unthreateningly away.
"Who....What are you?"
She wasn't sure if an answer would come, but in fact it did...
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Post by Tyme Harlem on Aug 31, 2009 18:02:10 GMT -7
What turned out to be an angel flying had turned towards him, and Ty stopped in the air, whirling his wings the opposite way to slow down. Her bow had been pointing up, but now that it was down he too left his weopan, his talons, loose below him. His jaw hinged open a little bit, toungue sliding against his front two teeth. His eyes were scanning her body over and over, leveling with hers when he was satisfied "I'm Tyme, can't you tell what I am?" He smirked, swinging his wings to stay up in the air.
He flung his tail around quickly, the tip tapping at her shoulder and sliding back down again to hang below him "Do you mind if we go to the ground? I don't feel like being up here, its hot as hell!" His eyes lit up when he said that, body twitching to shift into something less energy consuming. His eyes took a quick look at the ground, eyeing a shady area that was just big enough for the two of them, wings dropping for a second to lower his large, armor like body. |
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Post by Fiona on Aug 31, 2009 18:08:58 GMT -7
Fiona smirked at the complaint of the....dragon? It was seeming less and less like one now. Anyway she'd always loved the feel of being closer to the sun, loved how its rays kissed her skin with an amazingly godlike glow. "Yeah sure, I see that bit of shade you're eyeing looks fairly good. Why not?"
Fiona turned toward the ground, got an idea, and turned back. With a smirk to put the first to shame Fiona shot "Race ya!" back at her companion before she flattened her wings to her side and pelted to the ground.
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Post by Tyme Harlem on Aug 31, 2009 18:17:51 GMT -7
Tyme smiled, eager to watch her descent. Once she started he let her keep falling fast ahead of him, watching how her body worked with the wind currents. He too pressed his limbs to his body, quickly, body racing with gravity. He had already let her far enough ahead of him to win, but he wasn't really caring about the race, he just wanted to get out of the sun. Fanning out his wings like a giant umbrella he caught the updraft of the wind, huge body changing from a hurtling speed to a slow fall. His fiant claws touched the ground first, the earth seeming to shake under his enourmous weight. His hindquarters folded under him and his forearms caught himself on the ground, body laying flat now against the cool dirt in the shade. It was a tight fit, so he squirmed around and pressed his back against the widest tree he could find, giving himself enough room.
Watching the girl he waited to see what she would do when he shifted. His body trembled a little, quickly transforming into a handsome young man, sitting with his head against the large tree, eyes closed. He opened them quickly to see if she had any kind of reaction, and he moved closer to where she was landing.. hoping to get a close seat to her in a comfortable spot. |
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Post by Fiona on Aug 31, 2009 18:32:39 GMT -7
As it always did when she went into a dive, Fiona's heart stopped, then spluttered to a stacco beat, giving her an adrenaline rush as she tried not to focus on the ground that was coming up fast. I'm going to win, she kept thinking, I'm going to win! At the last second, she unfurled her wings to catch her and reveled in the swooping sensation. Knowing that she had, in fact, won (and starting to get a tiny bit smug about it) Fiona turned to see the dragon land. It did, rather gracefully, and wedged itself deep into the shade. Fiona watched in astonishment as the dragon changed from dragon to handsome youth, all thoughts of the race forgotten. She couldn't be sure, but she thought he was in fact watching her from behind nearly lidded eyes. Fiona tried to hide the small grin that flitted across her face, and the blush that crossed her cheeks. Instead she landed as gracefully as she could (pretty gracefully considering the whole Angel thing) and went over to sit next to the man.
She managed to casually sit next to him, getting so close that in fact their knees and hands resting on them were touching. She smirked with the far side of her face, so that he wouldn't see and she tried to say casually...as if she didn't much care one way or another... "You didn't tell me you were a shifter."
Can he tell how psyched I am to be sitting next to him? Oh my Lord, what if he can? He's practically a child compared to me I shouldn't be thinking these thoughts but oh!!! I can't help it!!! He's so.....amazing..... Fiona waited for the reply deep in paniced-though-feigning-calm thought....
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Post by Tyme Harlem on Aug 31, 2009 18:44:09 GMT -7
He was pleased by her expressions, and her being flustered when he was watching her. When their bodies touched it was like he was a young teen again, and he instantly wanted to touch her back. He had learned though, and knew that probably wasn't the best move quite yet. He just figured maybe she liked the attention. He put his hand around her waist, hand resting on her hip, playing with the slit in her dress. "I like to keep it a surprise, you liked it, I'm guessing." He said, voice reaching many different volumes. For once he was kind of nervous, but only because of the little blood stains he noticed on her otherwise beautiful wings.
He had barely seen her land, because of his shifting, but she was graceful and light on her toes. Her whole body caught his attention, and he knew that she had to have some kind of attraction to him by the way she kept their bodies touching. Tyme made a weird almost growling sound so deep in his throat he didn't know if he should excuse himself or not, he didn't really know what it was. His eyes unfocused for a second but went back to normal, and as he turned his head to face her and speak again he felt lost looking into her red eyes. They almost put him in a trance, and he smiled, his almost-white teeth showing, pointed almost like a dragons would be. "Your.." he couldn't find the right word, he wanted to say beautiful, but she was beyond that. He also wanted to tell her she was a little frightening with the whole blood theme going on, but he figured that wouldn't get her out of her clothes. And that was his goal afterall. He flexed the arm that was behind her back and around her waist, fingers pulling at her dress just a little while he kept smiling, trying to keep his eyes locked with hers without being too intimidated |
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Post by Fiona on Aug 31, 2009 18:58:01 GMT -7
Fiona's mind buzzed when he put his arm around her waist and began playing with the slit in her dress. For a moment, she wasn't sure she could think around the buzzing. She wasn't sure if the growling came from his chest or her own but she didn't much care. He was looking her dead in the eye, as few ever did. She'd often thought of wearing contacts or something to hide her true eye color, as it tended to put off so many people, but it didn't seem to have the same effect on him. She was intrigued. And then he spoke.
"You're..." but he didn't continue. Fiona's mind was caught in an utterly sweet turmoil. Did he mean to say beautiful? A freak? What if he meant one but she thought he meant the other? How was she to know?
Sometimes she inwardly cursed the appearance that she loved most days. Her eyes were only part of it. Her wings, though she loved them and took fairly good care of them, she'd left blood-spattered from that fight long ago...
Had he noticed yet? Did he think her a frightening monster? A threat? Was he only just now realizing that perhaps he should have stayed a dragon?
Trying to make herself seem as meek and unthreatening as possible, while still maintaining eye contact, Fiona asked, "what? You can be honest." She tried to tease a little, to seem more nature. But she couldn't quite hold it long enough. "I won't mind, honest."
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Post by Tyme Harlem on Aug 31, 2009 19:07:56 GMT -7
"I dont know how to say it, frankly." His eyes looked down to her knees, where theirs were both touching. He was thinking for the word, lip slowly starting to be bitten by his still dragon-like teeth. He moved his free hand to her knee, fingers caressing her skin. "It doesnt matter really," He said, like all boys do, leaving the girl to freak out. "So.. let me know about you." Tyme continued, voice raising, his adam's apple moving slowly up and down his throat. He wondered if she had liked the way he was holding her, and he tested how she felt.
He moved his hand far enough down her leg to reach the narrow opening of the slit, thumb gently rubbing against her bare flesh, heart pumping with many different anxieties. He was thinking about if she didn't like how he was progressing, because it was his nature to be agressive, and he was trying to plan out what he'd do to keep it going. He also was thinking about if she liked it, and what it would lead to. This started to mark another smile across his face, this one more natural. He didnt even realise his facial expression was becoming so changed, but he was in his own little world for a little bit, mind racing with thoughts, both good and bad. |
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Post by Fiona on Aug 31, 2009 19:33:19 GMT -7
((lol...I'll try not to disappoint on the freaking out bit))
It didn't really matter. What did he mean it didn't really matter?!? What if he was thinking that she was a bloodthirsty monster?!? What if she thought that and he was actually thinking he'd never seen anything so beautiful? What if she f**ked this all up before she even got started! She wasn't sure she'd find someone she was this instantly attracted to ever again...She wasn't sure she could stand to see him walk out of her life with a disgusted look on his face.
Her thoughts scattered for a moment as she felt his hand play around the slit of her dress, which was coincidentally around mid-thigh, and as he played with the texture of his leg she found the friction of his thumb very distracting. But though she normally liked things to go rather slowly, she found she rather fancied this fast-moving one. The impatience of it was quite nice. A brisk change from her immortally patient life. But wait...hadn't he asked something? For information!
"I..uh..." she faltered. Internally kicking herself for the way she was botching things, Fiona tried again, she searched for some trivial subject. "I can't believe you don't like the sun! I just love to feel it's rays on me, it's like a warm caress that you just can't help but snuggle into."
And she did snuggle then, right into his side, without even realizing she'd done it, but thanking the Powers-That-Be that she'd been brave enough to do it at first, and unable to shirk away from it now, she waited to see what he would do...
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Post by Tyme Harlem on Sept 1, 2009 16:31:25 GMT -7
Tyme wasn't so used to the girls he made any moves on to be so willing, and even make any kind of move themselves. He watched her, almost suspiciously, while she spoke. At first she had trouble making a sentence, but then she moved into him and he almost forgot she had said anything else. "Its like it drains my energy, it's a weird feeling for me that I would rather avoid." He said quite simply, feeling her entire body fitting into his.
He was very wary about her, because of the pace she was going at. It was his nature to be the aggressive, in-control one in the not-so-relationship. This situation was frankly making him uncomfortable, but he still kept his body molding to hers. Her frame was much smaller then his, and he felt as though he could break her. He kept his large hands barely on her, sliding around her legs like they were pacing back and forth, waiting for something. He gave her back a little massage with one hand, sliding as low as her tailbone with his thumb, using little force to knead into her body. His other fingers grabbed for her waist, sliding back and forth like they were clawing at her. He was pulling her dress tighter and tighter when he was doing that, managing to pull it down just a little. More skin exposed, he could feel his body heating up, eyes blazing with testosterone. The hand on her knee was sliding farther up her leg, and he watched her face to see how she was liking it. "I dont know you're name yet, gorgeous." He stated, finding that word a good temporary fit to describe her for now. Tyme couldn't help but let his eyes wander her body, movement stopping at certain areas, and then to her blood red eyes again. His changed slightly, turning almost to slits like a cat's, then rounding again when he stared at her soft skin on her shoulders that he was exposing with the dress pulling. |
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Post by Fiona on Sept 2, 2009 8:04:49 GMT -7
Fiona was shocked that he'd pulled her dress down, but didn't want to show it. The Oldest of Angels didn't get shocked. Not that anyone knew. She was totally out of her element here, and had no idea what to do. She really did like the way his hands felt on her legs and waist, the way he seemed so large and safe compared with her, but wasn't so comfortable with the way her dress now hung.
Suddenly getting an idea (mostly with the plan to distract him), Fiona turned to him, leaned in, and whispered "Fiona. Yours?" before she lightly kissed him.
He tasted like some sort of spice, and it blanked her mind for an immeasurable moment.
She'd never felt anything like this. Never, in all her years, experienced something this consuming with wonder. How had she missed this? Was it because she'd always been too wary of others? Because she'd been mourning the loss of her powers for too many centuries to keep track? Because she'd always thought she was above things like this?!? Well...now she could see why the Gods of Greece had always trysted with mortals. But he was no mortal. No mortal could taste that good.
His earlier words forgotten, Fiona leaned more into the kiss and heard a soft little groan, not knowing or caring from whom it came.
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Post by Tyme Harlem on Sept 2, 2009 14:30:06 GMT -7
He had already told her his name, so he was staring at her like she was a little weird, but he didnt have time to tell her anything before her lips pressed into his, noses colliding a little. He jerked hard at her dress with a little surprise, and quickly moved his fingers to pull it back up on her shoulders. She was pressing more into him with her lips, and he had his slightly puckered, a little confused as to what was happening. He opened his mouth a little, letting his lips fit in with hers, mouthing her soft lips with his own. He was groaning a little, hands moving around her sides.
Tymes hands hit all of the right places; behind her head, down her sides, around her thighs, and quickly he had his fingers laced with hers. He was used to just getting on with the lovin' but wasn't used to the person he was with to be so willing. He dared to put his hand on her way upper thigh, sliding it up slowly under her dress to see how far he could manage to touch her before she got squeamish. He kept his lips on hers, mouth sliding down to her bottom lip, teeth pulling at it with a little pressure, throat vibrating with his little groan. Ty's eyes were closed but he knew what he was doing, he could go through the process in his sleep. Keeping her attention on his lips the best he could with little kissing tricks he kept his hand wandering, feeling at her smooth angel skin. |
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Post by Fiona on Sept 3, 2009 7:08:02 GMT -7
Well, at least the kissing distracted him into putting my dress back on, sorta... She thought. And though the kissing was numbing her mind she still felt his hands running all over her. She felt his hand go to her thigh, and felt a small amount of panic. If he goes much further he'll hit my knife holster and won't that be fun...
Groaning, this time not from pleasure, she pulled away from the kiss. Away from him and his exploring hands, though she captured one of his and held it in her own. It seemed that the very air between them was stinging her in the places where she'd been touching Tyme. She was burning to snuggle back into him, but knew that it would be better for them both right now if she put some space between them.
She took a deep sigh and settled for kissing the back of his hand, which was still clutched in hers. Then she calmed herself down enough to think logically. "You said you wanted to know more about me, right?"
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