Friday, March 1
Jaycy stood near the door to the locker room in the Annex, green-gold gaze shifting from rings to bar in search for her husband. Finding him, her lips curled up in an affectionate smile and she sent a mental query through their special link. "Ready to ?? She began, stealing a phrase from his mind and ?book,? ?... blow this ? popsicle ? stand?"
His own slit amber gaze, a sign of agitation from either his last opponent or from anticipation of a young evening spent with his wife, slid across the space toward the woman. "Hell yes. At least when we spar, somebody gets to moan at the end."
She grinned, raising a brow in his direction, immediately tracing a path to the stairs that would lead her outside into the snowstorm. "And tonight, that someone will be you. She offered him a challenge in that claim, perhaps, that he wouldn't be able to accomplish the feat of eliciting the sound from her.
Psly chuckled inwardly, rising from his stool at the bar and leaving his tankard behind. "You want another head start?" Long legs led him in a path that trailed hers, threading swiftly through the Inn and oblivious to the sparse patronage who decided to brave the storm.
She snorted, pulling the front door open swiftly, aided by the push of air provided from the storm. She left it open behind her, a simple ?courtesy? for the man chasing her. "You really think I think I need one?" Down the stairs she broke into a run, hampered only minimally by inches of early snowfall.
He was already a mere three steps behind her, changing on the fly. It wasn't the time for conversation anymore. It was the chase. It was the game to see how far downtown they could get before someone got caught and they became tangled in snow and flesh, a fiery explosion unaffected by supernaturally frigid environs.
His change in form was the reason she ducked into a building almost immediately after exiting the Inn, allowing big evil dragonman to have to waste time getting smaller again to get inside too. It was especially helpful that the snowstorm was keeping everyone home so she could slip in undetected.
Shape to dragons was a fluid thing, of course, and he kept on nipping just at her heels. The need for her became a pounding, driving force. Primal. Visceral. His heart thudded in his chest with anticipation of the hunt and heat flushed through his loins.
Jaycy knew it was a matter of when, not if. It always was when she got caught, and her breath hitched as the need enveloped her, echoed in her, made her breath catch, and focused her. She snuck back out through the door, making the subtle shift of shields that made her less traceable - while she knew he'd know her scent too well she just needed to get into the air and the snowstorm would help her evade capture. Claws broke skin on her fingers and became shovels as she dove into the nearest bed of snow, using her makeshift tools to ease her path. Back to the Inn but not inside. Rather, up the side to the roof. In to the attic, down and out through a window, unfurling wings in the leap that kept her from touching ground again.
Following along, getting the minute traces of scent on the wind, he paused on the Inn's roof, scales lightening to a much paler bluish hue in the process. Catching sight of the movement in the distance, he leapt after her, knifing through the driving snow.
She seemed to fly lower, driven by the frozen sleet falling down. However, what really happened was she dropped suddenly into the snow bank and changed, shifting instead to a certain feline form. A white feline form, one that she could burrow under the surface of the snow bank to hide. She dug a length before building a den of sorts, at least long enough and far enough to distract him.
The blue faded further into a greyish white as he hit ground level, winding sinuously around drifts, looking for freshly disturbed snow. Her scent was near, and a leg pushed through snow a little too loosely distributed to be unmoved by an outside force. Psly stilled, using a moment to gather his strength for the imminent catch.
She smelled him even as he smelled her, undertones of dense metallic iron mingled with the crisp freshness of new snow. She burst through the snow suddenly, toward him, to pounce, distract, and flee. It was risky but it was also likely the least likely thing he'd expect.
Judging from the snarl, it was pure instinct that had him rearing up and spreading wings, before digging claws in to find traction for the chase. Her unorthodox maneuver caught him as off-guard as she intended and he was left scrambling behind her.
Snow exploded from the ground as she leapt up from earth to air, newly unfurled wings spraying ice in a million different sharded directions. Forward for a mere few breaths before she shifted direction. She gained altitude quickly, going straight up, to force him to either go past her trail and backtrack or to slow in the change of direction.
Psly opted for a different path, leaping upward from the ground where her trail ended and past to push off of a building and save some of that speed, wings pumping to gain ground.
She would have loved to continue going straight up after those first moments but the wind became more devious the higher she went. She flipped, turning straight down and curling wings tight to her body. Instant dive - it was obvious she was gaining speed but the question would become which direction was she going to go once she snapped those wings open?
Jaycy stood near the door to the locker room in the Annex, green-gold gaze shifting from rings to bar in search for her husband. Finding him, her lips curled up in an affectionate smile and she sent a mental query through their special link. "Ready to ?? She began, stealing a phrase from his mind and ?book,? ?... blow this ? popsicle ? stand?"
His own slit amber gaze, a sign of agitation from either his last opponent or from anticipation of a young evening spent with his wife, slid across the space toward the woman. "Hell yes. At least when we spar, somebody gets to moan at the end."
She grinned, raising a brow in his direction, immediately tracing a path to the stairs that would lead her outside into the snowstorm. "And tonight, that someone will be you. She offered him a challenge in that claim, perhaps, that he wouldn't be able to accomplish the feat of eliciting the sound from her.
Psly chuckled inwardly, rising from his stool at the bar and leaving his tankard behind. "You want another head start?" Long legs led him in a path that trailed hers, threading swiftly through the Inn and oblivious to the sparse patronage who decided to brave the storm.
She snorted, pulling the front door open swiftly, aided by the push of air provided from the storm. She left it open behind her, a simple ?courtesy? for the man chasing her. "You really think I think I need one?" Down the stairs she broke into a run, hampered only minimally by inches of early snowfall.
He was already a mere three steps behind her, changing on the fly. It wasn't the time for conversation anymore. It was the chase. It was the game to see how far downtown they could get before someone got caught and they became tangled in snow and flesh, a fiery explosion unaffected by supernaturally frigid environs.
His change in form was the reason she ducked into a building almost immediately after exiting the Inn, allowing big evil dragonman to have to waste time getting smaller again to get inside too. It was especially helpful that the snowstorm was keeping everyone home so she could slip in undetected.
Shape to dragons was a fluid thing, of course, and he kept on nipping just at her heels. The need for her became a pounding, driving force. Primal. Visceral. His heart thudded in his chest with anticipation of the hunt and heat flushed through his loins.
Jaycy knew it was a matter of when, not if. It always was when she got caught, and her breath hitched as the need enveloped her, echoed in her, made her breath catch, and focused her. She snuck back out through the door, making the subtle shift of shields that made her less traceable - while she knew he'd know her scent too well she just needed to get into the air and the snowstorm would help her evade capture. Claws broke skin on her fingers and became shovels as she dove into the nearest bed of snow, using her makeshift tools to ease her path. Back to the Inn but not inside. Rather, up the side to the roof. In to the attic, down and out through a window, unfurling wings in the leap that kept her from touching ground again.
Following along, getting the minute traces of scent on the wind, he paused on the Inn's roof, scales lightening to a much paler bluish hue in the process. Catching sight of the movement in the distance, he leapt after her, knifing through the driving snow.
She seemed to fly lower, driven by the frozen sleet falling down. However, what really happened was she dropped suddenly into the snow bank and changed, shifting instead to a certain feline form. A white feline form, one that she could burrow under the surface of the snow bank to hide. She dug a length before building a den of sorts, at least long enough and far enough to distract him.
The blue faded further into a greyish white as he hit ground level, winding sinuously around drifts, looking for freshly disturbed snow. Her scent was near, and a leg pushed through snow a little too loosely distributed to be unmoved by an outside force. Psly stilled, using a moment to gather his strength for the imminent catch.
She smelled him even as he smelled her, undertones of dense metallic iron mingled with the crisp freshness of new snow. She burst through the snow suddenly, toward him, to pounce, distract, and flee. It was risky but it was also likely the least likely thing he'd expect.
Judging from the snarl, it was pure instinct that had him rearing up and spreading wings, before digging claws in to find traction for the chase. Her unorthodox maneuver caught him as off-guard as she intended and he was left scrambling behind her.
Snow exploded from the ground as she leapt up from earth to air, newly unfurled wings spraying ice in a million different sharded directions. Forward for a mere few breaths before she shifted direction. She gained altitude quickly, going straight up, to force him to either go past her trail and backtrack or to slow in the change of direction.
Psly opted for a different path, leaping upward from the ground where her trail ended and past to push off of a building and save some of that speed, wings pumping to gain ground.
She would have loved to continue going straight up after those first moments but the wind became more devious the higher she went. She flipped, turning straight down and curling wings tight to her body. Instant dive - it was obvious she was gaining speed but the question would become which direction was she going to go once she snapped those wings open?