Thread: ...And Blood Shall Hunt For Blood [Kuro_Bara x Ryees]

RE ...And Blood Shall Hunt For Blood KuroBara x Ryees The Eyrien beamed at her excitability, the smile breaking her face enough to cure even the most egregious wound of the heart. He stood in awe of her wondrous beauty, such that he held her hand for a moment and simply stared, enthralled by her charm, by her grace. After a moment, he gently reeled her in by the hand, beginning to bend knee to let her upbut he paused on his way down, a playful smile flicking to his lips. With a predatory grace his face swooped in on hers, a gentle hand holding her cheek as he stole a moment's kiss. Before she could recover from the surprise, he had hoisted her up under her arms and easily slung her over his back. Her tiny form nestled comfortably between his wings as he held her arms tight around his neck. Flared wide, his fleshy wings stretched to their full length as he sprinted towards the edge of the cliff. With a wild holler, he leapt mightily over that edge in a rush of wind, curling his wings around them a gravity took hold. Wrapped in their scaled cocoon and free falling, separated from the world, he loosened her arms from his neck and slung her about his front, holding her close to his chest and hugging her tight. This will be the ride of your life, he promised, taking from her another short kiss. The field of energy he had expanded around himself was disturbed, and a timer started ticking in his head he carefully slung her back over his shoulders, assuring that her arms were locked tightly around him. All at once, his wings flared again. They whipped out of their free fall and Daear pulled up hard, skimming barely six feet above the canyon floor as they pulled out of their free fall. Speed boosted by the fall, the scenery soared past in a rushing blur of speed, drawing an adrenaline-filled whooping from Daearmuid as he leveled out along the canyon floor. Compared to the Blood Run, this little dive was a cakewalk, but the forces that exerted upon his body were enough to get his blood pumping, his mind racing. He hoped that Thyra was as much of an adrenaline junkie as he was, that she could feel the same rush he did in his heart as they nearly crashed through the laws of physics. Their speedy path took them through the canyon around the sparse mountain forests, laughing happily as he wove easily and expertly through the trees, ever aware of Thyra's presence on his back but determined to give her the exhilaration he had promised. But as they broke through the trees on the other side, the Warlord Prince decided that his Queen had likely had enough, and was due for some pampering, some romance. He pulled up out of the wicked straightaway and let his momentum carry him up, up, and up, spiraling a lazy corkscrew into the sky. He put his own arms around hers as he pumped his wings to take them higher, higher than the canyon walls, higher than the clearing about the eyrie, and then another hundred feet above the eyrie itself. Like a lone eagle, he evened out his flight and spread his wings wide, gliding comfortably and easily along the crosswinds that blew over the mountaintop. The view from this high was awe-inspiring, the last sliver of sun casting innumerable colors over the clouds, some of which lay below their lofty residence. Truly, he finally answered her, smiling down over the grand expanse below them. He looked to the sunset, to the purples and reds and oranges in the clouds, but all he could see was emerald. The emerald of Thyra's eyes, reflecting back to him from everything in the world, her grace touching everything, tainting every sense he had and permeating throughout even his Self. Truly, he murmured again, nearly a whisper, though this time it was to another question, an unasked question that perhaps never would be known. But whatever that question was, whatever ideas it drew upon, they were held dear and true in Daear's heart, and it had everything to do with those glistening emerald eyes.