OOM: All Skate Skellig Dream Magic Weirdness? -Part Two

[brave_kreyu]

Kreyu intended to dance in the sky with Skellig the very next day, but events have conspired to prevent that from occurring. A raid on the village by former soldiers meant many wounded to heal and much damage to fix. Akatan's sister, Neferet, has a definite crush, an infatuation, with Skellig. She hasn't done anything but look and exchange some friendly words, but it still makes her brother FURIOUS.

For all that Euripedes was from a different time and place, a line he had Medea speak in the play of the same name still rings true: "I would rather stand three times in the line of battle than once bear a child." Even with Kreyu's magic, with Taweret's skill, childbirth is incredibly dangerous. There are reasons why Taweret's goddess image of She Who Is Great has elements of the hippo, the lion, and the crocodile, a fearsome appearance to drive off the many threats facing a woman giving birth. The second birth in a week began this morning and was still going on when the sun began to set. Not a good sign.

Skellig, trying to burn off nervous energy while Kreyu was working, happened across a few of the village men drinking. They said things about Kreyu they should not have said. That he was FEEDING on Kreyu, drinking her blood. There...may have been a fight. At least they don't think he's a demon anymore, you can't give a demon a black eye in a brawl with your fists!

It is truly night now, and Skellig can hear Kreyu's tired footsteps on the road...

(OOC: Warning for explicit adult content starting around tag 194.)

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[27_53]

"It was not...I did not hear your heart at first."

Skellig shifts his body to better allow for her to sprawl atop him, like he knows she likes to do. He also might be wanting to cling a little closer to her. He doubts she will mind.

"It is much different, the rhythm, when you are dragon-shaped," he explains. "My ears had not yet adjusted, when I woke...I thought you were...gone."

She could simply have gone flying, or been out hunting another meal, or scouting the island in greater detail. But then, he figures he still would have heard her.

"But you are not," he adds, voice steadying.

[brave_kreyu]

"Oh, I did not even think about such a thing." She flushes. "I am so sorry, Skellig."

She leans in to kiss him, soft. He can cling as much as he wants.

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When she kisses him, he returns it softly - but then laughs under his breath as he exhales. He is a little flustered - how could his brain have been so slow, so foolish? She is here with him, his arms are around her, there is no reason to worry about anything.

"I am just more nervous than I had realized." He says, subconsciously trying to apologize as he runs his hand over her arm. Her skin is soft under his fingertips, familiar.

[brave_kreyu]

"Understandably so," she tells him. She smiles, runs her fingers through his hair, soaks in his touch. Her lips are soft as she speaks against his skin. "My valiant, winged, knight."

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There is salt in his hair, and it has already lightened subtly from the last few days spent in the sun (both here on this island and time spent in the desert), and it feels so very nice to have her fingers running through it, even if it is dirty.

And her lips on his skin are also nice, a comfort. She will feel him eventually relax better beneath her touch, his nerves calming as his reassurance grows that she is here with him.

"I only did what any man should have done," he says softly. Clearly downplaying just what he did to have her here by his side, in this moment.

[brave_kreyu]

Her eyes are violet still, the wild, the dragon, close to the surface. "Some men would not, and a great many COULD not, have done what you did."

As her hands touch, as her lips move over his skin, OTHER hungers are starting to stir within her. But he may not be ready for such, yet. She will not rush, not push.

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Skellig's mind flashes back once more to the image of her on the table, of her blood on his hands, her blood filling his lungs as he gave her own space to breathe once more in her chest.

"It was...complicated."

Taweret's look of awe and wonder is there as well, as is her comment about owls and death, and beating back Death's grasp upon Kreyu. It makes him shudder, a whisper crossing through his mind before he pushes that image aside and hardens his mind slightly against it - a sort of 'keep out' sign posted upon the door, because he does not want to deal with that right now. Not when he wants to focus on her.

"But you are right." He hugs her tightly, presses his lips to her hair. "Many men could not."

[brave_kreyu]

She soothes with her touch, her lips, tries to drive whatever is haunting him from his mind. They can just cuddle, for a while.

Eventually, she laughs softly, as her body stirs with desire. "Such sweet folly, this one desires," she tells him, kissing him on the neck.

[27_53]

Holding her close, cuddling with her in his arms - these are all important things, good things to work to reset his mindset and bring him back to an even keel.

"I would like to go flying," he says eventually, stretching his body out beside hers and allowing his limbs to slightly untangle from hers, feeling his muscles stretch and shift. "I...I think it would help."

Allowing his 'owl' brain to take control for a bit may push what it is that haunts him further back. Flight while she was hunting was useful, in that manner.

[brave_kreyu]

"I was also pondering flying with you," she says, gaze slightly wicked. "We can go as we are, care not at all who sees or hears."

She stretches her wings out. "Will be good for both of us."

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Skellig (who up until this moment had not considered that option as one that they might accomplish on this 'trip') glances over at her as he rises to his feet, stretches his wings.

Sees the gaze in her violet eyes.



"Oh."

His heartbeat quickens in his chest, wings flaring involuntarily as his eyebrows lift, understanding just what she meant versus his suggestion.

[brave_kreyu]

"Only if you desire it also, my dear," she tells him. She whispers the spell that will carry words between them while they are in flight again.

"We can court in the air another day, another time. Make all the sailors wonder at our ecstatic cries elsewhere." She's teasing, a little, but she really DOES mean it. They can just 'fly'.

[27_53]

"I had merely not considered it," he says truthfully, stepping closer to her. "You mentioned you were not sure how your hunger would translate into other...appetites."

That kiss that he leans in and plants upon her mouth? Will likely ease any concerns she may have about his desires.

He has missed her. Missed this part of her, of them. They can launch skyward in a minute, but for this second he is going to kiss her with his feet planted firmly on the sand.

[brave_kreyu]

Kreyu is VERY thankful for cleaning her mouth earlier while she was cleaning off the salt. Would rather ruin the moment for him to be tasting whale blood right now.

She kisses him back, wraps her arms around him. She's missed this too. More than she ever thought she could miss such things.

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Eventually, he pulls back from the kiss, sucking in a deep breath of oxygen into his lungs.

And smirks, his own eyes sparking.

"Catch me."

And then he jumps skyward, using the stiff offshore wind to aid in his climb, rapidly beating his wings to gain distance and give her a bit of a 'chase'.

[brave_kreyu]

Kreyu laughs, the spell carrying the sound to him. She leaps skyward after him, wings loud in the air. "Traditionally, the male chases the female!" she tells him. But by the laughter in her voice he can tell she's perfectly happy to chase HIM.

She has caught more prey in the air than he has, done battle in the air, played chase with her brood brothers. That might give her an edge in the chase, here. Although his ability to make himself lighter could make his path hard to predict.

[27_53]

"Since when are you and I anything remotely near traditional?!"

He is also laughing, doing his best to avoid being caught - she is better at maneuvering, her wings a touch more 'built' for this sort of thing. But he is well-trained in the art of escape, of fleeing when needed, of how to quickly make himself disappear.

Skellig also has a habit of enjoying barrel rolls. Very much so, as he drops one shoulder and shifts direction, sending himself into a tight spin in the opposite direction from what she might of thought he was going to travel!

[brave_kreyu]

"A fair point!" she replies, still laughing. She turns quick in the air,a wingover, feels the g forces tug at her, sending her toward Skellig.

She starts a climb in the air, a move that will let her exchange altitude for speed later, when her 'prey' is in the right position.

[27_53]

It is after he breaks from his roll that he realizes that she has started climbing higher, and then he realizes why - she is going to catch him, if he isn't careful and able to avoid.

(He wants to be caught, and then he will chase her, in the more traditional sense of things.)

It will take effort to try to avoid her this time, though! So he will change direction once she starts her dive, making move for now to at least put distance between them.

[brave_kreyu]

She halts her climb, judges his position, and DIVES. She folds her wings almost entirely against her body, like a missile, the wind screaming past her ears.

She would never make CONTACT with him at this speed, would need to bleed off momentum, but it serves to get her close in a hurry.

And he changes direction once she starts her dive, of course he does. Her mate is a clever one, not so easily caught! She should not be able to do what she does next, the wings of this shape should not allow it, but she cheats. She funnels Karma into her wings, changes their shape, their structure, their joints, just ENOUGH that she can turn far tighter than usual, that her momentum slingshots her in the CORRECT direction.

Her wings shift back to normal as she closes in on him.

[27_53]

He's not exactly sure how she's managed to gain on him this quickly, but she has, and there is little he may be able to do to manage escape at this point - he banks sharply, left then right, trying to throw her off his track.

There is no fear in him, only the wild, unhinged thrill that he gets from flying - especially this kind of flying, the kind he has not been able to do freely in so long.

And with a partner?

He can't even remember.

He will let her catch him, if she would desire to do so. (She would likely manage anyways.)

[brave_kreyu]

She doesn't CATCH him precisely, but she slows enough, gets close enough, to press her fingers into THOSE spots on his shoulder-blades, the ones he said sent a jolt straight to his cock.

Then she laughs, wild, teasing, spiraling up and away. It's his turn to chase!

"Was thinking of finding out EXACTLY what I could do for you with full access to your wings once we're back on the ground." Her words are both a promise AND a tease, if he wants them to be.

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Whatever words he was thinking of shouting at her are abruptly cut short when she presses her fingertips into his shoulders, his voice catching in his throat as his flightpath is 'disrupted'.

Suddenly he is like a fledgling who has found itself thrown unceremoniously from the nest, tumbling awkwardly while trying to halt his plunge towards the ground with a furious flapping of wings and several indignant 'squawks' escaping from his lungs.

His instincts kick in after he drops a fair distance, and he manages to clear his mind enough to locate where she's spiraled off to, eyes narrowing as he focuses.

It's on, now.

[brave_kreyu]

She has slowed in her ascent, concerned about his sudden plunge. And, well, she doesn't want to get TOO far away when she intends on him catching her.

She spirals above him, sun glinting on golden feathers, on skin dampened by sea spray. She's lovely, and whole, and being a dreadful tease, but she will make sure he's so very satisfied.

[27_53]

His wings are not made for as much of this type of flight as hers are, so it takes him a bit of extra time to get back to her 'level' - which is no matter, as that just means he has more time to appreciate the view of her as she circles above him.

He might also cheat by calling on some of his ability to lighten himself, so that he is using less energy to catch her.

"That was not fair!" His voice is a bit rough, pitch changing and words cracking as his vocal cords are confused a bit by the sudden transition they just had to deal with. But there is delight in his words, even as he shouts them at her.

His spiral falls into time with hers, waiting and watching for the moment that he wishes to 'strike', to move in close, to catch hold of her. When he sees his opportunity, he shifts directions and takes it!